Julien* LGBT,Slash,one-shot*

Dear readers,

this story is sequel to Special K. Focusing on Ken as a main character. (I strongly recommend to read Special K if you hadn't done it,before reading this one.)

The title is inspired by a song from Placebo again.  

Thank you very much for reading/following my writings! It means a lot to me! 

Pushing deeper inside of me, an invading force took over my mind and soul. Great heat awoke excitement. My infamous control was non-existent , and so I have sank deep again. Every thought silenced by the buzz of booze,  reality is far out of reach. Madness. 

Ecstasy of another kind. Mind-blowing experience. Emotional turmoil, mixed with pleasure of the body. 

Groans has escaped from my slightly parted lips. Forgetting, why I've tried to swallow them. Not knowing who was to blame for this strengh,which was poured into me like this. Setting my veins on fire. Like heroin. 

Rough hands on my hips. On all fours like a dog. Like a chick. Shameful but oh, so purifying. 

Noises of pants, in the dimly lighted room, smell of whiskey and sex. 

Softness on my shoulder blade. Running over on my skin. Warmness and roughness ,lips. Kissing and biting.  "Is everything alright?" Whispers. Movements slowed, waiting for reaction.

"More than alright." Groaning and pushing back against an almost unmoving body I hissed."Don't .. Fuck! Do not stop.. " A rough move of the other's hips, made me bite down on my sentence, as a cry of enjoyment tore free of me .

"Great for me too." Said  my partner, forcing  intelligible words,  almost groaning instead with his deep husky voice ,his movements became erratic and more powerful. Close to satisfaction, but not there yet. On the peak of self realization of the soul. 

Touching medeep inside ,much deeper than one could imagine. Flesh nothing else ,but it was hot ,sweaty, cutting to the bone. Only flesh, but it was connecting with something dark and bottomless  inside of me. This act of savagery made my mind numb and took  me closer  to my salvation. 

 If there was something like that at all. In my whole sorry excuse of an existence, I was waiting for that liberation, but the creep never even waved at me from my bowl of morning cereal.  

But this sensation was pure bliss. Lost in reason. Lust. Bodies. Memories. From the past. Hunting images of a time, when I was keen on giving this to ... Adam. My only savior. Wish you could still hold me like this. No. Not like this, like you used to. 

"Concentrate on me. Will you?" Heard the request of the man, who was riding me with care but with no tenderness . Relentlessly giving me joy in all the right places. I was at his mercy. He might not have realized it. Probably was better that way. Saving face was important for a man aftar all.  I commanded him." Give me a hand! "

"What?" Confusion. Voice strangled. 

"Jerk me off. " Giving up on any resemblance of pride. "Please." Begging. Reduced to a whimpering mess, putty in the other's hands. Wrapped around his fingers. 

 "Alright. Never done this before, I am a bit nervous, I must admit. " The chatty bastard's fingers clasped around my stiff, hard like rock member, and Ive drove myself to realese, using that hand, fucking that fist, and myself onto his cock at the same time. I have felt timeless and placeless fluidity.

 "I see, just like for myself."  Shuffling around moving, the man positioned himself to destroy me.

Fucked me like a starving animal, like a piston, while holding onto my cock with a steel like grip.