KIWI | LASHTON

「 eight 」

week thirteen: three months pregnant, you are a week from entering the second trimester

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"little one, dare i repeat myself?"  whispered the candy voice, creeping the plastered man's ear as he released an obnoxious moan. a single massive hand acting as cuffs kept the curly brunette captive against the bed as he struggled resisting the urge to completely skip the fore play, delving in the ravenous hunger inside him aching for the blonde man to anything other than tease him.

the electric blue eyes deliberately shot over the panting brunette, looming slowly over the loose curls plastered to the top of ashton's forehead and his lips pursed the slightest bit. lifting his own hand to the other needy man's swollen, puckered lips, he brushed his antagonizing slowly over the rough ridges of the pink flesh before he dipped his thumb into the younger man's lips and invaded his sweet mouth that still lingered with traces of alcohol.

the teasing man had been equally drunk, finding the darkest parts of his desires surfacing, and oh, how he would please that side of his mind that night.

he pressed the younger man's legs apart, licking over his own lips as he eyed the man's exposed hole. dropping his hand from the beautiful man's lips, he lightly traced his thumb over the tight rim, and he hummed delightfully at the man's squirming response. "oh, little one, when was the last time a real man touched you?" the raspy voice inquired devilishly, and emphasizing the word 'man', the younger man raised up slightly.

an unknowing, invoked revelation glistened in the hazel green eyes. "n-never has a man touched me," he spoke truthfully on his slurred words, breaking the intense gaze.

the older man merely chuckled, pushing his finger teasing inside the younger man who sputtered at the shocking intrusion. "the let a man pleasure you, little one," he regarded the younger man with quite possessive eyes, a new revaluation upon the younger man's words, yet luke never sensed that the younger one spoke the truth, but he instead fell into play with luke tactics.

the large hand engulfing two hands fell away to ashton's chin, catching his jaw lightly. the hazel eyes shamefully dispersed at the blue eyes roaming over him. the electric eyes that sparked a connection between the two.

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shooting up in a rush, ashton tumbled off the couch and collided with the ground. the next of blankets the man snuggled himself into the previous night protecting him. quickly, he pressed a cautious hand to stomach to examine if there any indication of bruises that would have him rushing off to the doctor. sighing in relief, he slugged against the couch, and his heavy eyes drooped close a brief few seconds.

those blue eyes were haunting him, and in an attempts to escape he avoided sleep, which resulted in him passing out over the pass week. the cycle he punished himself with was cruel. without coffee or energy drinks to fuel him, there was nothing to keep the man on the edge of his seat. so, he constantly battled internally to stay alert and awake, distracting himself with working from home and straightening the apartment up for his girlfriend's arrival after her absence over the spam of a few months.

ultimately, the exhaustion crept up on the young man, raveling him in a snug blanket and allowing the haunting blue eyes to invade his mind. he trapped himself in his sleep, reliving different snippets of his drunken mistake.