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moans leak from my swollen lips,
my knuckles fading white as i grip the sheets
beneath me tightly.

"s-simon." i choke out,
the words feeling sinful as they leave my
lips.

"let go baby." he groans, before i
tumble into a messy release.

simon follows quickly, the euphoric feeling
only lasting so long.

then the regret and sadness
seeps back into my bones.

"why you crying?" simon
coos, grabbing the small
white cloth laying next to the bed,
cleaning up the hot spurts of white
on my stomach.

"this feels so wrong." i murmur, tears
silently streaming down my cheeks.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks,
tossing the used cloth aside.

"i-i don't really know what to say
other than i crave to have star."
i reply, watching as his face falls.

"you only do this to escape that." he
mutters, connecting the dots.

"i'm really sorry simon." i whimper,
cowering into the sheets beneath me.

"no no harry, don't be. it's ok." he
comforts, bending over and tossing me
my clothes, a small smile on
his lips.

"why are you ok with this?" i whisper,
staring in awe at the blond lad.

"this helped me realize that
i need someone too." he shrugs,
slipping on his boxers.

"who would that be?"

"josh."