"Oh, fuck Grace." Otto panted, holding onto her headboard tightly with one hand, the other holding onto her hips. Quiet grunts escaped his lips every few seconds as he rocked his hips into her body. Otto could only comprehend one emotion at the moment, and that was being horny. He leant down, pressing kisses to Graces shoulder and the back of her neck.
Grace held her breath, her mouth wide open. She gripped onto the sheets in front of her, gasping quietly every time Otto thrusted into her.
Otto took his hand off the headboard, reaching under grace. He found what he liked to call her 'special button', rubbing it gently. "Come on baby.." Otto panted. "There we go." He was about to cum, he knew it.
Grace bit her bottom lip, wondering how the fuck her boyfriend was so good at this. Three months ago Otto was the weirdest sex-obsessed virgin she'd met for a long time and now he was actually pretty good at it. Grace felt a familiar heat in the bottom of her stomach. "O-otto.." she breathed, feeling the boy start to kiss and suck her neck.
Otto pressed kisses to Graces neck, knowing that he was about to cum. The tight muscles in his stomach relaxed, and he came. Otto bit into Graces neck, his orgasm pounding through his body in quick waves. He grunted quietly, trying to continue to thrust. He rubbed her clit faster, which earned a quiet whimper from the gorgeous girl under him. Otto closed his eyes, his mouth falling open in pleasure as Grace tightened around his dick. He was so fucking sensitive.
Grace breathed out, relaxing as she reached her climax. Her body flinched and tried to push Otto away, the feeling of her orgasm too intense. "Oh, Otto," She panted, feeling the boy thrust a few times before pulling out. She fell against the bed, a smile breaking out on her face. "That was good."
Otto pulled off his condom, tying it. He wrapped it in a tissue and put it in the little bin next to her bed under the bedside table. He smiled and laid next to Grace, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, brushing her blonde hair out of her face. He was red in the face, still panting quietly. He was 99% sure his dick was going to fall off, that's how sensitive he was. "Was it okay? I tried my best this time."
"It was perfect, baby," Grace said gently. "I love you." She whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I love you too, baby." Otto replied. He smiled happily, barely even able to contain his excitement. God, how could someone be so fucking perfect?
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It was round two of Awstens chemo today. He was more nervous than the first time, because he knew that it would hurt even more. He'd researched it with Geoff the night before, and he found that his hair would start to fall out, he'd be even more tired and even more nauseous.
Yay.
He was in the car with his mom, driving to the hospital. It was silent, other than the quiet hum of the engine. "Mom." Awsten said quietly.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" They pulled up in the hospital parking lot.
"I don't wanna do it," Awsten was starting to freak out. He looked up at the hospital, shaking his head. "M-mom, it's gonna hurt, I don't want to."
"Awsten, it's going to be okay. I'm going to be with you the entire time. Deep breaths, bubby. You're okay," She cupped his face. "You're going to be just fine."
—
"Don't make me go in!" Awsten yelled, gripping onto the door frame tightly. "Let me go, nono!" He cried, kicking his mom and Dallon as hard as he could. Tears streaked down his face. "Let me go, let me go, I don't want to!" He sobbed. "No!"
"Awsten, it's okay," Dallon said calmly, even though he was trying to rip the boys fingers off the door frame. "Just calm down."
Awsten shook his head, screaming out into the hallway. "Help me! Help me! I don't want to!"
"Awsten, that's enough!" His mother scolded.
Awsten replied by screaming his lungs out. His voice cracked and Awsten shuddered in agony. "I don't wanna!" He cried. He felt Dallon and his mom finally tug him into the room. Dallon sat Awsten on the bed. Awsten curled up, putting his face into the pillow as he wailed. "No, no, no!" He sobbed. "Stop!"
"Awsten, it's okay," Dallon said gently. "Take deep breaths. Everything is going to be just fine, buddy."
"M-mom!" Awsten cried. "No, I-I don't- no!" He curled up, hiding his arms under his body. "Leave me alone!"
Dallon gently rubbed Awstens back, desperately trying to comfort him. "Awsten, we need to do this. Jack has changed your dosage, alright? It won't be as bad this time buddy. Do you need a hug?"
"Go away!" Awsten yelled into the pillow, drool and tears soaking into the cotton. "Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me, leave me, leave!"
"Awsten, we're going to put the saline fluid in-" Dallon started.
"No!" Awsten sat up, hurrying to run out of the room. He sprinted down the hallway, feeling sick as fuck. His bones were aching. He went into the disabled bathroom and locked the door to the room, shutting the toilet lid. He sat on it and pulled his knees up to his chest, rocking back and forth as he sobbed. "No."
