Night 2

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It's night time and I can't fall asleep. 

"James..."

"Wassup?"

"I can't sleep." I sit up.

Maybe because you decided to sleep on the floor, and not my bed..." James points out the facts.

I stand up, and flop onto him.

"I'm also bored," I whine. 

"Ok, fine! Let's go!" He gets really excited. 

"where?"

"The roof of that one place."

"Ok," I say as I get up and start getting dressed. 

"Oh~ in front of me?" 

"Yes, now get dressed!" I rush him practically. 

"Ok."

He gets dressed, and we leave his house. 

We run to the place with a roof that we can climb. 

We climb up the pipes and onto the roof. 

We stumble, and he lands on top of me.

"Oh hey baby," he speaks.

I blush. He kisses me on the lips, I kiss back.

He hugs me tighter, and I nibble his ear. "I love you," I say as he gives another hickey.

I wanna fuck him so bad, but my body's the problem.

He grabs my shirt with his teeth. and he pulls my shirt off, revealing my binder,

he unclips it with his teeth, and it falls to the ground. My boobs are small because of the testosterone, so I'm not as insecure as I would normally be.  

He gives me another hickey, this time on my belly. Weird place, but I don't care.

he reaches over, and pulls my head closer to him. "Take my shirt off, baby~" he orders.

I bite down on his shirt, and take it off. I move my face down where his underwear line is, and whine.

"Take it all off!" he screams.

I do as ordered, and remove the rest of his clothes. Shortly after, I give him a hickey on his neck. 

He takes off the rest of my clothes, and covers me in hickeys. I bite my lip.

Seeing him naked really doesn't help with the fact that I wanna fuck him. 

"Can you cover me in hickeys?" he asks, with his puppy eyes.

"Anytime, baby~"


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