"why can't you kiss me when you're sober?" troye questions his words slurring as he left a finger trail down jacob's red swollen kissed lips. "i don't wanna like you," he mumbles a yawn falling from his lips. "but you do sober or not," (tracob college au)
"i'm, you're...we're not," he stammers staring at the elder boy's lips, he was trying his hardest to convince himself he didn't want to kiss him, but god damn when he took that lip between his teeth he wanted nothing more but to do exactly that. "what troye? spit it out," he smirks knowing exactly what troye was goin...
"it's dangerous to fall for the fuck boy," jacob says referring to himself in third person, a sly smirk upon his stupid face (troye mentally noted to himself his heart racing and knees weak) jacob's hands rested on troye's hips, not daring to go any lower. troye rolls his eyes. "i don't do long term, baby boy. i just...
"you're so tiny," he mutters. "my tiny boy." [warning: some triggering content]
"This is driving me crazy." "What do you mean?" "Everything. Everything is crazy and you're the only one who can make me feel at ease." ~Jacob Bixenman + Troye Sivan~ Sequel to Heaven
"You shouldn't let their beliefs bother you." "Why is that?" "Sometimes you just don't need Heaven." ~Troye Sivan + Jacob Bixenman~