You stole my heart - Slasher Oneshots

Brahms Heelshire Leaving Now

Both Brahms and I are both touch starved, in nearly every single way. But that doesn't excuse this sort of behaviour. I tried going on a walk in the gardens to escape the inside of the house for a while but a certain someone didn't want me leaving him 'alone'. Even though I've tried telling him that he'll still be able to see me through the windows and know that I'm not attempting to leave him, Brahms just isn't having it.

He clings onto my arm like a raft at sea. "Stay, stay!" He still yells in his child voice. After dealing with him for so long, I don't stand any more of these temper tantrums. "Brahms, I'm going out whether you like it or not! You can either come with me, watch me from inside or sulk about it!"

Brahms lets go of me, something about him shifting in that moment. He doesn't attempt to continue stopping me in any way as I finally make my way out.

Arriving back inside after half an hour, there is no sign of him. Once again, he's sulking about not getting what he wants within the walls. Sighing slightly, I make my way over to the nearest entrance into the walls, not bothering to think about the rules stating whether or not I'm allowed in with his permission.

The most obvious place I can think of that he could be is his 'room' and that is where I make my way. But on arrival, I can see that it is not where he is. While he is not here, I may as well look around. I get to the basin with the mirror in front of it. Looking into the reflective surface that's cracked in several places, my eyes search for and find themselves. I continue looking into my eyes, trying to imagine what others think they see in me.

But then something shifts in the background and the infinite gazing into my own eyes is broken. I turn to face the commotion of movement. It takes him a few seconds to realise the other presence within the room but when I finally come into Brahms' peripheral vision, I can tell he is still within the state he was in after I yelled at him earlier.

He marches his way over, grabs me by the arm and guides us both back through the hallway that I came in through. No words are passed between us. We eventually arrive back where I entered but I don't get pushed through just yet.

Brahms spins me round to face him, pulls me in and presses himself up against me. I can already tell what's going to happen before it even starts. Both of us begin pulling off the clothes that are stopping our bodies connecting. His hands dig themselves under my thighs and my legs snake their way around his hips.

Brahms positions his boner under me and lets me sink down onto it. I sigh out as he brushes against my good spots. But he doesn't let me enjoy feeling full of him for too long before he begins snapping his hips into me, moans continually escaping my lips. We're here for a few minutes before the same old feeling of release starts building up.

Brahms has taken me so many times that he knows what to expect when I'm about to come on him. Which is why he pulls out just before I do, placing me down on the outside of the walls and closing the 'door' behind him, not even giving me my clothes back.

Feeling desperate for more of Brahms' attention, I shakily make my way back to my room. Maybe I should remember the rules next time.