He made his way, running, to Phantom's house and arrived in a short period of time. He was breathing hard, his hair was messy, but clean, and on top of that, he was in a buttoned down shirt and the shirt was unbuttoned. He looked at the front door and stood there for a while. What was his plan? His motive? Sexual Tension of course.
He opened the door, with a slight creek and made his way inside the mansion. He looked around to see that there were no lights on, but one coming from upstairs. He tiptoed his way up the stairs and walked slowly down the hallway to the dim lit bedroom with a wicked smirk across up.
The bedroom door was open wide enough to where Cyko could see the bed, and his lover sit there with his hands on his face. He looked stressed, tired, weak and helpleeess... Sorry. But seriously, Phantom looked like shit compared to earlier. His eyes were red, his body looked paler than before, and his whole mood was foul.
"Cyko... Why did you leave me?" cried Phantom as he griped his shirt, over where his heart would be. Cyko twitched at hearing his lover cry out. It's like something just cracked in him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt something for Phantom that made him feel that way. Anger? Hate? Pity? Possibly even Love? What was it?!
Then, Phantom did the unthinkable. He began to touch himself. He slid his hands in his pants and began to masturbate. "I love how you touched me here... I miss the way you gripped me there and leave love marks on my body. I wanted you to fuck me Cyko. I want your smooth dick inside of my tight little hole. I... I miss you Cyko~" Phantom moans softly.
Cyko was hella hard now.
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Cyko x Phantom
RomanceTW: This story contains various forms of abuse, kidnapping, and man-on-man play. If you don't like it, turn away now! Cyko and Phantom are going through some serious times, and their love is put to the test. Will things fall apart and end horribly...
