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It Was Always Them || Non-binary X Male

It Was Always Them || Non-binary X Male

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Mar 14, 2021
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Romance
I stepped out of my room for the first time in what felt like a few hours but had really been a few days. I started my day by walked down the stairs in my signature outfit. A black turtle neck shirt, a black blazer, cuffed, brown trousers, and my white knee-high socks. "Well look who finally came out side of his cave," my mother uttered to my father and I. He was sitting the couch while she was in the other room toasting a slice of bread and making herself a nice, warm cup of coffee. "Do you mean their cave?" I corrected her. "Excuse me?" "You said his cave but what you should have said was their cave. And I live in a room; not a cave." "Oh, yes, sorry sweetie. I almost forgot. Thank you for correcting me." ----------- Do you like what you are reading? Well this is the beginning of chapter 1 of "It Was Always Them". This story is about two lovers, Salem and Jasper. Salem is an artist and writer who uses they/them pronouns. Jasper is an activist and feminist who uses he/him pronouns. Stay tuned to learn more about Salem and Jaspers story!
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"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

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