I looked away from Bro for, him to grab my face and make me look at him. He just had the most dumb smirk on his face...I love it. "Your eyes are so pretty. How come you don't have your shades off more often?" Bro asks in a sweetly cocky voice. After I when to college Bro decided to quit wearing his shades so, all I ever see are his gorgeous eyes...what a fuckin tease. "Cause I like my shades..." I reply quietly. His smirk grew wider. The hell is he thinking? Bro then puts his hands on my waist and squeezes softly. I jump slightly and say "Stop, you dick! You know my hips are sensitive." Bro just squeezed harder but he dug his thumbs into my hips. Is it weird that I love this? Nah. I bit my lip and stood quiet. Bro then kissed my cheek and trailed kisses down to my neck. "S-Stop..." I said as he pushed my head so he could get to my neck. I want him to stop...but I don't want him to stop. Oh God. Bro starts to bite my neck and he licks over each bite. I close my eyes and stay quiet...cause there's no point in fighting. Bro always gets what he wants. Bro bit my ear and whispered "I love you..." while he tugged on my shirt. "C'mon 'lil man' take off the shirt and stop teasin me." Bro saids quietly. I shake my head slightly. Bro takes his coat and my coat off. "C'mon~." Bro said with a smirk. Bro slid his hands up my shirt. "No..." Bro pulled my shirt off of me. When he did so I instantly tried to cover my chest with my shirt. Bro kissed me and squeezed my waist when I kissed back. I moan softly into the kiss. Bro took advantage of that by putting his tongue in my mouth. Oh my God...this is happening isn't. No...I'm dreaming. Bro swirled his tongue around mine. When he pulled away he smirked and said "Like a dream come true, huh?"
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Blood, Depression, And Tears
FanfictionFor a while Dave has been dealing with depression. Dave tends to find bad ways with dealing with his depression. Bro still is watching out for Dave cause he worries that something bad will happen to him cause of the ways he deals with things. What m...