come over when you're sober - dreamnap

trip with me - carpetgarden

and all i can think about
is how good you look when i'm gone
i know it's bad to say
but why don't you take those clothes off

sexual content

6:11 am
xxx

david's distorted vocals mix into a sludge inside my head. the makeshift dance floor feels empty now that the morning hours are creeping up on us all. i'm surprised anyone's still lingering. usually at basic house parties like these you get people dropping out before twelve.

nick is as faded as me, i can tell by the way he's laughing and clutching onto my shoulders. reality feels a little distant for the both of us, but nicely so. we don't need anything but ourselves anyway.

i only realize i'm zoning out when he playfully pokes my side. his expression is mischievous and childish, like he just stole from the cookie jar.

"claaay," he whines, hands all over me.
"whaaat?" i respond, mimicking his tone.
"you make me.."
"whaat?"

he giggles, pushing up against my body, eyes dead set on my lips.

"you make meee, uhm-"
"i make you?"

it's not long until we're making out again. i can't even be curious about what nick was trying to say, too caught up in the heat of the moment. he tastes like shit but it doesn't matter. i'm sure i do too. sweaty palms rest on the back of my neck, pulling me in even further. my hands find their way into his hair, cupping his face, his shoulders, his sides.

he pants and groans into my mouth, giving me chills. his tongue is like a drug to me; a drug i just crave more and more, a drug that can never completely satisfy me. and i'm not about to start getting withdrawals.

it's so wet and messy that we're forced to break it off way too early for my liking. his forehead presses against mine, lips quivering and ready to dive right back in. he finishes the words he cut off before.

"y-you make me horny."

i can feel the blood rushing straight down.

"i do?"

he nods excitedly, smirking and tugging on me when he spots my body's reaction.

"let me show you something."

our fingers intertwine, and i'm pulled in the direction of a kitchen chair that's been abandoned in the corner of the living room. we almost stumble over speaker cords and litter tossed on the floor. i feel like a lost, horny middle schooler who's about to have his first kiss. but something else tells me whatever's up next will be way better than that.

once we're both standing by the chair nick grips my shoulders, pushing me onto it, eyes filling with lust and desire. i check him out, biting my lip as he sits in my lap. his fingers trail down my chest and stomach underneath my t-shirt. the gentle contact makes me shiver and squirm.

"you're so hot," i tell him, sweat dripping down my forehead. his breathing turns shaky at that, and i smirk before he regains his composure.

with no more words or warnings he starts swaying his hips back and forth, his movements smooth and sleek. i let him be in charge. the skill he's showing despite the circumstances is truly amazing.

how did he know my weakness? seducing me with a lap dance. goddamn.

i feel myself getting more and more turned on by the second. the shimmering of his clammy skin, the slight parting of his pink lips, his damp, disheveled hair. it's so unbearably sexy that my mind's kicking into overdrive. i can't control myself anymore.

i place my hands on his hips, eventually moving down to firmly grab his ass. he silently moans at the feeling, making my heartbeat accelerate. the bulge in his pants is pretty noticeable, almost as much as mine. i reach out to rub it through the fabric, earning me an excited gasp. his body's flowing, teasing moves are driving me wild, making me tremble.

i'm not prepared for a sudden switch up, but he does one anyway, pressing himself even closer to me and grinding against my erection. i have to stifle several sounds threatening to escape my mouth.

"fuck," he mumbles under his breath, becoming increasingly impatient and needy.

to my surprise he abruptly stops the grinding, leaving me feeling empty, however gladly not for long. he instead redirects his focus to my belt, and getting it unbuckled. his slight shaking doesn't hinder him one bit. just the clanging noise of the belt opening is enough to get me desperate on its own.

he looks me in the eyes as he slides his hand into my boxers, loosely gripping my shaft. i quickly melt under his touch, exhaling sharply.

the expression covering his face is innocent to me, but beautifully so. i almost drift back to my hopelessly romantic side amidst the intense moment, but once nick slowly starts stroking me i snap out of it. cause holy shit, does it feel good.

i cup his cheek, craning my head to kiss his neck. finding a particularly sensitive spot isn't hard, as he indicates well with little noises of pleasure. i suck and bite at it generously to his satisfaction. i go rough when i sense him loosening up, but not rough enough to draw blood or hurt him in any way. the dark bruise that it eventually creates suits him nicely. i admire it proudly after i'm done.

when i've painted his soft skin in all kinds of colors i lean in close to his ear, whispering the words i've been wanting to get out all night.

"i wanna fuck you."

xxx

vibe with me, trip with me
tell you how nothing feels real to me
i think it's easy and plain to see
when i'm on drugs you are all i need