Make you mine |Randy|

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Salut pretty lads, how're you feeling? Hope you're doing alright. Comment and vote s'il vous plaît❤️.

Omfg a double update? Who am I?

To my pretty readers: don't wake up with the regret of what you didn't accomplish yesterday. Wake up whilst thinking about what you will achieve today.

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Rye licked his own lips before whispering against Andy's lips "Can I?".

Andy wanted to scream no, and stick to the plan but, in all honesty, how could he?

Andy closed his eyes feeling all the sensations, from Rye's hot puff that was thumping on his lips, to his hand that still is creasing his cheek "yes, please" he whispered, in submission.

He felt Rye's soft but rough lips crash his, Andy pushed back hungrily, taking the feeling of Rye's lips against his. Rye didn't even ask for entrance, he shoved his tongue pass Andy's clutched teeth. Andy moaned as Rye's tongue kept teasing him. He gripped his head firmly, as a granted to keep him close and not away.

Rye grunts as he feels Andy's teeth sink in the flesh of his lips. Andy's tongue kept running on Rye's lips experimenting every feeling as if this is the last time he would feel his lips until Rye got tired of Andy teasing him, he started to suck on Andy's tongue with the passion of a doctor whose patient is in between life and death.

Andy moaned "ouch Rye, hurt" he explained in a submissive voice. "for fuck sake don't use that voice" Rye howled kissing every inch of Andy's face and jaw until he reached his already marked neck. He heard Andy gasping for air as his teeth worked their way of sucking his neck and leaving visible marks.

"No, " He kissed Andy's neck "one, " another kiss "is allowed to mark, my boy, but me," Rye said possessively against Andy's new-formed marks, that were caused by him.

Andy gasped, his back slightly arching. Rye knew that Andy's neck was his weakness point, he is extremely sensitive when it comes to his neck, "but you have Charlotte" Andy whined gripping on Rye's Bicep secretly asking him not to leave.

Rye left Andy's neck untouched again, looking him directly in the eye "But here I'm with you, kissing and marking you, not her".

Andy's blue eyes determined that it was his time to cry "then why have her around in the first place?".

Rye got away from Andy pinching the bridge of his nose "It's complicated, okay?".

"tell me what is complicated" Andy looked at Rye's eyes simply asking for answers.

"you wouldn't understand " Rye informed simply, getting up from Andy's bed.

"Try me?" Andy asked, his voice leaking hope.

Rye shook his head before getting out of the room. Leaving Andy behind once again feeling like he has been used. One day it is like Andy doesn't exist, then the other Andy is all Rye cares about, an hour he'd treat Andy like he is the most precious thing in the world then the other he would go shoves his tongue down Charlotte's throat. It doesn't make any sense!

Andy huffed, he doesn't want to cry, he simply wants to sleep as long as possible. So that's what he does.

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A ring tone has awakened Andy, he looked at the clock placed on his bedside table it read '3:20' who would call this time of the morning?

He felt his heartbeat quicken as he read his mother's name on the screen. He didn't hesitate to answer her call "mum? Are you okay?" he asked.