Tainted Flowers

Chapter 8: It's Always Him

Warnings: Sex Mention (Explicit)

10:59:01 PM

  "Luther, are you gonna come to bed?" Viktor said questioningly as he looked to his twin brother. Luther was sitting in the chair by the window, gazing through it as he looked at the stars. He secretly admired how the moonlight reflected into the room. Blinking a few times before he replied, "I think I might just....sleep on the floor tonight, Viktor." His voice was low as he spoke. He got up from the chair, grabbing the blanket on the back of it and snatching a pillow from the bed. Viktor raised an eyebrow, "Why?" Luther simply shrugged as he tossed the pillow on the floor, beginning to lay down.

"I'd rather just sleep by myself...in a way tonight. My lust has been up and down so...that's the reason."

"Oh, gotcha." Pulling the covers over his body before he turned off the lamp. "Good night, Luther."

Luther faintly smiled as he hugged the pillow, his head softly thudding on the floor as he laid it down. "Good night, Viktor."

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3:01:01 AM

  Luther tossed and turned on the floor, sighing in frustration. His lust had started acting up again. Though he was still asleep, he still felt his lust rise. He only hugged the pillow tighter, exhaling through his mouth shakily. Luther covered his mouth, changing positions to where he faced the bed. Feeling an image popping into his head, knowing it was a dream. Luther was in the hotel room they're staying at, standing in the middle of the room. He itched the back of his head in confusion. Hearing the door slam behind him, causing him to jump out of surprise. Luther was pushed onto the bed by none other than a boy he met on the train, James. James ripped at Luther's shirt, causing the buttons to pop off and fly in various places. Luther's breathing was already heavy, though he did try and sit up on the bed, he failed. Being pinned further into the bed, his hands above his head.

In real life, his breathing had quickened as well. Causing Luther to loose grip of the pillow and place the pillow over his face. Shifting his position to where he laid on his back.

The dream continued with James kissing up and down both sides of his neck. Abruptly biting at one side of his neck, licking over the left over teeth marks. Luther gasped, grabbing at his hair. "James...why are you...doing this?" Saying between breaths as he looked to him. James retracted his lips from Luther's neck, tilting his head before responding.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I just want to finish what we never started."

Before Luther knew it, his pants and boxer briefs were ripped off and tossed to the side. Luther only blinked a few times before James grabbed Luther and flipped him on his stomach. James began to kiss down Luther's back, leaving a small trail that soon stopped at Luther's lower back. Easing his way in as Luther buried his face into the pillow, grabbing at it. James simply smirked at the gesture before shoving his way in with an exaggerated grunt. His hands were roughly gripped at his hips, digging his nails into them. Leaving behind indents where his nails formerly were. Luther moaned loudly into the pillow, James hearing the muffled moan. He simply smirked as he kept a slow pace, tracing his finger along Luther's spine. Luther arched his back, gripping at the pillow only tighter. His knuckles turned red and white.

"Aw, don't grip so hard." James grabbed for Luther's hands, kissing at his knuckles before he thrusted further.

Luther's head lifted from the pillow as he moaned and screamed. "Fuck! D-did that lust really last that long!?" Stuttering and saying breathlessly. Moving up on his elbows, attempting to look over his right shoulder. Strands of hair falling over his eyes, as his mouth was held agape as he panted.