Damn him! Damn him, that perfect bastard, with his stupid fucking hair and his stupid fucking glasses and that stupid eyebrow piercing that somehow works on him and GOD DAMN IT I need him so badly it hurts and I love those warm brown eyes of his and fuuuuuuuuuuck.
He is killing me with those eyes. Those eyes, and that voice. Fuck, that voice. His voice is so beautiful and so sexy when he sings. If I could, I would listen to him sing all day, just because I doubt I can ever get enough of his voice. I would stare into his eyes all day, because I doubt I can ever get enough of them. And there's one part of him I know I will never be able to get enough of, no matter what.
He has this habit. This thing he does... He will leave you gasping for air and fumbling to remember what he said and to think of some reply that doesn't include the phrase "fuck me right now".
When the light hits him just the right way, his eyes are like chocolate. Picture it. The colour of melted chocolate, but shining like from within a glass bubble, and glowing, always glowing, like he's always smiling. The light makes his eyes shine like that, and with one look he's got you pinned down.
And then... that look. It's intense as fuck, boring holes right through you, and suddenly you are the centre of his attention and all he does is look at you, but there's no way that's all he's doing, no, he can't be just looking at you because your heart is racing and you can't look away and then. Then. The moment isn't quite over, but he speaks, and yes, goddamn it, he can still speak through all of this, but you, you are a mess of sweat and hormones and it feels like something inside of you is exploding but fuck if it isn't the best feeling on Earth and you fumble for words, any words more eloquent than "fuck," but you think that's about all you can manage right now with those eyes still inside of you and then he looks away, he's done, he's finished, he's gone, but he'll be back for more. And then the conversation moves on, to other things, to video games and politics and cigarettes and guns, but you're still lost in those eyes. And then he's moving on, on his way, and you manage a breathless "'bye," and then you can sit back and let it sink in as you watch him walk away through your window.
And fuck, don't you just love the way he fucks you with his eyes 'til you can't walk.
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RandomI originally titled this "Concept of Beast". It was an attempt to defeat writer's block by writing whatever came into my head. Well, I didn't like the title, so I changed it. (I also didn't like the description, so I changed it to this.) This is any...
