⋆˚࿔ crybaby 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I would not let him tie it up around me. Make sure it's cascading down and around his shoulders all pretty. fuck. grab him, yank that shit back just to see his pretty face and kiss his eyes that are probably crying cause hell no one’s ever treated him like this before. knowing he’d be sooo fucking whimpery. trying to be quiet because what if someone hears?

and oh shit you feel bad too cause you’re not supposed to be here and up his ass, never thought you would be. his abnormal body heat makes everything so much hotter, and his grating hoarse voice moaning is just *chef’s kiss*. so so willing and easy to handle. flexible as fuck, i bet. oooh he blushes sobad, like so bad it’s embarrassing, he thought he could handle a little heat but you? you just send him over the edge

he’d cum so many times i know pretty boy would. loves loves you yanking on his hair. never too harsh don’t want to give the firelord a headache. fine with making his back ache though and letting him have trouble sitting because sheee it’s hard to control yourself when his pretty ass is all perked up just for you.

1. borrowing misery from future

2. carrying grief of the past