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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers, Coldplay
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My head feels like someone's playing a drumset in it, my eyes burn to move behind my eyelids and my body feels like it's been hit by a train, what the hell happened last night?
Flashes of memories fly through my head, drinking, dancing, drinking some more.
Then it hits me, Cillian, I'm in his house, in his bed, in his clothes, oh fuck.
I sit up and wince as the banging in my head becomes harder and more brutal, "Lay back down angel" His voice mumbles from beside me, I need to pee and rinse my mouth out it tastes like what I'd assume a dance floor would after all the people leave the club.
"I need the toilet, and a toothbrush" I whisper back, I gain the courage to look down at him, a small smile on his lips which sends my stomach into butterflies, or am I going to throw up? I'm not too sure. "Second draw on the left, there are spare ones in there" He answers.
I use the rest of my energy to somewhat shuffle into the bathroom, after peeing and brushing my teeth I sheepishly make my way back to his bed, he lays still with his eyes closed so I assume he fell asleep again, as soon as I'm back under the covers he drags me into his embrace and sighs happily.
"Why so shy angel?" He questions, I shove my head into his chest to try and hide my embarrassment from my actions last night. "I tried to get naked in front of you" I groan more to myself, his chuckles vibrating his chest "Trust me, I would have enjoyed it if you weren't in the condition you were in".
He flips me over so my backs to his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist, I feel his dick pressed up against my back, I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it "Ignore it".
"kind of hard to ignore when it feels like you've got a flashlight squished between us" I mumble in response, he laughs before placing a kiss on my neck that gives me goosebumps "A flashlight huh? Already stroking my ego" I can hear the smirk behind his words.
Well, I could be stroking something else- shut up Willow now's not the time.
"Shut up" I hum trying to go back to sleep but it's no use, the banging in my head won't allow it "Have you got any pain relief?" I ask, I feel him let go of my waist and lean over me grabbing something off of the bedside table, "Open" he says, I do as I'm told and I feel two pills placed into my mouth before the tip of a water bottle is put there next.
I take a few mouthfuls of water to swallow the pills and say thank you as he puts the bottle back.
"Can I watch your interview now?" I question, I remember talking about it last night, "Yeah of course" He chuckles. I feel him roll over onto his back so I do the same watching as he turns the TV on that's sitting on the wall, he goes into YouTube and searches for it before directing my head to lay on his shoulder, to make myself more comfortable I throw one of my legs over his, my free hand mindlessly tracing the groove's and bumps of the muscles on his stomach as the video begins to play.
