Bible is the cruelest monster
Jeff is sunshine, but nobody knows his dark side except the bible
Jeff is the one who beat the monster, he wins his heart
Toxic love
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Jeff was feeling restless. Bib had been out running errands, leaving Jeff to his own devices. After a while, he grew bored and decided to explore the house. Wandering through the hallways, he stumbled upon a room he had never noticed before. The door was slightly ajar, and curiosity got the best of him.
Pushing the door open, Jeff's eyes widened in awe. The room was filled with an array of stunning artwork—charcoal drawings, oil paintings, and various sketches adorned the walls. Each piece was more captivating than the last, displaying a range of emotions and scenes that left Jeff speechless.
One painting, in particular, caught Jeff's eye. It was an oil painting of him, naked in a garden. His back was adorned with white feathers, and his skin was glistening with sparkling glisters. The image was ethereal, capturing a side of him he had never seen before. Jeff stood transfixed, unable to look away.
As he admired the painting, Jeff didn’t notice Bib approaching. Bib wrapped his arms around Jeff’s waist from behind, pulling him close. Jeff jumped slightly at the unexpected contact but relaxed immediately, leaning back into Bib's embrace.
“Did you do all this?” Jeff asked, his voice filled with awe and admiration.
Bib nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, I did. This is my sanctuary, my place to create.”
Jeff turned in Bib’s arms, looking up at him with a mixture of pride and admiration. “You’re incredible. These are amazing.”
Bib’s eyes darkened with a mix of pride and desire. “I’m glad you like them,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Jeff’s ear. “Especially this one,” he added, nodding towards the painting of Jeff.
Jeff's heart raced, the intimacy of the moment intensifying. “I had no idea you saw me like this,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
Bib’s hands roamed over Jeff’s body, pulling him closer. “You inspire me, Jeff. Every part of you,” he said, his voice filled with genuine affection and longing.
The air between them grew charged, the intimate setting adding to the intensity of the moment. Bib’s hands moved to Jeff’s shirt, undoing the buttons with practiced ease.
“I want you,” Bib growled, his voice rough with longing.
Jeff’s response was a soft moan, his hands reaching for Bib’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues battling for dominance. Bib’s hands roamed over Jeff’s body, exploring every inch of skin with reverent care.
Bib pushed Jeff back against the wall, spreading his legs wide. The sight of Jeff laid out before him, vulnerable and eager, sent a rush of desire through Bib. He knelt between Jeff’s legs, his mouth descending on Jeff’s entrance with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
