.temporary bliss.

"Fuck off, Aiden. Not everyone can live off their dead parent's money, baby."

"I will tell you that you've got a large stick up your ass, that's for sure. Since day fuckin' one."

     ❝Everything tastes great on me. You don’t need to put anything on me and I’d still taste great. Isn’t that right, Andy Pandy?❞ Flirting back with your older brother is probably a stupid idea… But eh, never mind.

A low chuckle left his lips as he looked down at the younger girl and bit down on his lower lip. "Sure is." He breathed out. Stop. He shook his head and went by the fridge to grab something to drink to distract himself then.

"You'd love to have the chance of me even thinking of fucking you, Pretty boy."

     ❝What if we add yoghurt to the mix, Andy Pandy?❞

"Frick, Kat. That could possibly work. Bet it'd taste great on you." Flirting with your sister. Big no no.

         Mia glanced over at the boy’s hand and she clenched her jaw. “Ne me touchez pas.” She shrugged him away and moved off of the couch. The girl turned and gripped his chin between her fingers, “Vous me touchez pas jusqu’à ce que vous prenez une douche après avoir touché cette pute. Flirter avec quelqu’un d’autre juste en face de moi à nouveau, je vous défie. Je vais couper votre bite et le pousser en bas de votre gorge.” Mia shoved him away and walked out of the room.

He listened to her threatening him and it made him laugh so hard as he watched her walking out of the room. After he sighed and stood up, brushing off his blazer he walked over to where she had been and gripped her hair whilst his other hand gripped her hip and pulled her flush against his body. "Et que pensez-vous honnêtement que vous faites, petite fille? C'est franchement amusant que vous essayez de paraître énervé contre moi. Parce que je peux flirter avec n'importe qui et devinez quoi? A la fin de chaque nuit, vous êtes toujours à crier mon nom sous moi. Alors que diriez-vous vous penchez avant que je vous fais, princesse." He growled against her ear with a harsh tug to her soft hair.

                    She smirked slightly, patting his thigh, “Funnily enough, I don’t think with my dick.” She rolled over once he was out of the bed, pulling the covers right up to her chin to relax in the warmth of the bed. “If you’re touching yourself, you have to tell me       !”

"Calm down, Anti-Sex Police!" He huffed and turned the water on. "Just palmed myself, jeez." He then undressed himself and stepped into the shower and washed his body up with his coconut wash and hummed under his breath.

[breathes deeply and stares] ddddddooooooooooooommmmmmm

              Harry sighs, wrapping his arms around Damon’s waist and kissing his shoulder. “Baby don’t pout— we can cuddle after dinner yeah?” If it were any other time Harry wouldn’t have bothered with trying to eat but he hadn’t eaten all day— and his stomach wasn’t having that.

"Mhm." He said as he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the take-out bag taking out the containers and then walking over to grab plates and placed them on the table and soon then bending over to look in the fridge for drinks. "What do you want to drink?" He asked, muffled from his head being in the fridge.

               He grins, chewing on his lower lip but stays put in the doorway. “I brought home dinner Damon.” He chuckles, but gives in— walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge.

He bit down on his lower lip and sits up, sighing quietly. "Oh." He blinked, feeling like pouting even more before stopping. "Okay then, let's eat." He said and squeezed his knee before getting up from the bed - not caring about being in just his boxers.