❨ 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❩ Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
HELIOS’ SPAWN.
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Comes up to @radiaence with a pale face. “Ezequiel, I want to eat a popsicle with mayonnaise.” What.
Ezequiel’s eyes set on a sleeping merman, as if he could lose sight of @chancestreak if he glanced away for a second.
Ezequiel gets home with a sealed package of food he bought from a Chinese restaurant.
“@chancestreak.”
Ezequiel never leaves Hansel’s side the whole night. He is exceptionally sober, figuratively. He might be slightly drunk, but he is awake, staring at @chancestreak’s long lashes while both of them are only covered by a blanket.
“Are you still awake? Can I ask you a question?”
instead of moving away as he was warned, he teased Hansel more. It went up and down; the boneless tongue danced eagerly on Hansel’s sensitive area. He could feel the throbbing part of it as he deeply thrust his tongue in.
“Go on,” he said as he held onto those thighs tighter,
Hansel’s legs for 10 minutes, and he decided he would remain there for the longest time the merman could take. He kept sucking, licking, nibbling gently, anything he would do to tease Hansel for the pleasure.
Ezequiel was already as hard as a rock down there, but he always
learned to save the best part of his meal for the last bite.
“As a human you could count on, Hansel, do you want me to teach you something?” asked him calmly; despite the amateur hair-do by @chancestreak might slightly make him look messy.
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!2Dfess Halt. You may confess your secret, your sin, and I will judge whether you or the person you hold a grudge against deserves a vengeance. Or leave a trace (retweet) for a story for another day.
——Greek goddess of retribution.
So he leaned closer onto his genitalia with his mouth open, tongue sticking out and ready to claim his breakfast.
His tongue wasn’t like a feline’s, with a rough and less wet surface. His human tongue was soft and damp, he was having his mouth watering, hungry. He licked Hansel’s
sweet part like how he would enjoy his half-finished ice cream inside its cone. His tongue was scooping diligently while his eyes enjoying @chancestreak’s face.
underneath Hansel’s upper body and knees, then he lifted him up. His big couch should be enough. He laid Hansel down there carefully.
“What did you do to me, Hansel?” he desperately muttered while he stripped his shirt off. Before Hansel could say anything, Ezequiel would reside
in between @chancestreak’s legs, which he might want to know furthermore later after the more important business was down. Ezequiel brought those smooth-skinned thighs onto his shoulder.
“Are you sure?”
confused, or even wondering, he might also think he would go back to the seventh grade to learn a human’s body. But wasn’t Hansel a non-human creature? This was (maybe) normal.
As if he was already used to it, Ezequiel used his middle finger to rub the merman’s genitalia.
people into their mirages; it might be true, he thought. His legs moved forward, volunteering his body to the merman. He then kneeled, hands propping his body. He didn’t care much about how dirty his floor might be for him to join the appetizing merman served before his eyes.
Without any further ado, he leaned in, chasing a kiss, stealing one from @chancestreak.