Not a One Night Stand [boyxboy BDSM]

2. Morning Regrets

sO quick little informative message. Italics will be used whenever the characters are thinking to themselves, or to emphasize words more than others. Destery is going to have a lot of italics cause he kinda overthinks too much Cx But anyways that's all I have to say so back to the story !!
Buhbye :")

Destery's POV:

I should probably introduce you to my consciences a little more. So far, you know I have two sides to it. Temptation and Logic. Well, it seems like every time something bad happens, like last night, Logic just gives up and let's temptation run the show. Logic is the kind of conscience who wears all white, and he just sits there on my shoulder, trying to tell me the right thing to do. He looks like a mini replica of me, except somehow he's the 'perfect' version of me. Temptation is the side of my conscience that wears grunge clothing, has a lip piercing, gauges, and wants to give in to smoking and drinking. He's the side of me, that if I gave in to what people supposedly thought cool looked like, would be me.

Now, I am the mixed version of the two of them. I usually listen to Logic when I know something bad will come out of it, but I give in to Temptation when he doesn't warn me of what might happen. Well... To be honest, he never really tells me. Lately, I've been giving in to Temptation a lot more, though. And well, he's basically the reason I got in this mess.
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Sunlight shined through the blinds and into my eyes, causing me to wake up. I was surprisingly a lot warmer than usual, and for some reason, my pillow was hard. I shifted and tried to hit it a few times in an attempt to soften it, and in response, my pillow groaned.

Did my pillow just groan?! I thought to myself, sitting up with a start. I spotted an extremely attractive guy where I thought my pillow had been, and without even thinking, I screamed and fell off the bed.

I fell down harder than I would've expected it to be, but didn't get up for several seconds as I tried to collect myself. I finally crawled back over to the edge of the bed, looking up and seeing the boy yet again.

This has got to be a dream, why on earth would he be here? Unless... Before I even looked down at myself, I knew what I'd find. I was butt naked. Crap, crap, crap. This has to be a bad dream.

I scrambled to my feet and looked at the guy wide eyed once again, and decided to see if he, too was naked. I peeled the blanket from off his body, my eyes drifting down his chest and torso until my view went down to his happy trail. I didn't dare look lower, I don't think my mind could handle anymore of this.

Temptation: Well, at least he's got a rockin' hot bod' , am I right or am I right?

Logic: Shut up, he doesn... Okay maybe he does, but don't confuse the boy! You got him into this!

Me: Both of you, shut up!

I threw the blanket back over him and panic suddenly rushed through my body. Des, did you actually sleep with a guy? No no no this can't be...

Temptation: Oh, but it can, my dear boy

Me: SHUT UP!

I quickly collected my clothes off the ground, and as I bent over, I could feel that my ass was definitely sore. Not only did it hurt yanno... Where he clearly stuck it in, but my cheeks also hurt. I walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall and turned around so that I could see my backside.

My mouth gaped open at what I saw, my ass was five starred. No, the worst thing couldn't be that he fucked you, but he spanked you, too! "This seriously... Can't be happening." I huffed and then suddenly saw something shifting in the reflection of the mirror.