Carnal Desire
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From experience, Brett knew how rewarding patience was. How much sweeter the feeling of sinking into a warm, pliant body was, how daring the begging went and how much more he could get from them, if they were giving themselves up all too willingly for the taking.
Also, it tasted much, much better. Brett could not wait for Eddy to be ripe.
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The soft, innocent kisses were not something Brett was overly familiar with, seeing he tended to just skip this, but they were fine. The last soft, far too innocent kiss ended, and Brett waited for more. Eddy pulled back after a few seconds. Once done, he bumped their foreheads together in silence. Eddy thought he was fond of gentler things, and women, for that manner; sure, he never been with one, and he liked boys love manga, but that didn't make him gay right? He had so many questions, and so little answers. Being clueless frustrated him to no end.
Ps: I drew the cover, the day of publishing this... so procrastinating whoop
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BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.
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