ivy

her  anger  vanished  the  moment  she  saw  the  heartbreak  appear  on  his  face.  wished  she  could  take  it  back,  never  tell  him  or  even,  never  even  ask.  she  almost  felt  …  ashamed.  her  gaze  drifting  down  as  she  attempt  to  avoid  admitting  what  she’d  done.  technically,  she  hadn’t  done  anything  wrong  but  it  didn’t  stop  the  guilt  gnawing  at  her  stomach.  “  i  don’t  know.  ”  lied,  she  was  so  certain  he  was  but  she  didn’t  know  what  to  do  with  that.  “  i  mean,  you  —  we’re  not  …  ”  sighed,  lifting  her  gaze  back  to  him.  “  we’re  not  together,  you  can’t  be  jealous.  ”

he doesn't want sofi to feel judgement from him - - it's far from judgement, it's pain. he'd never judge her - - besides, she was free to do what she wanted ( even if it broke him into a thousand pieces ). eyes close and he takes a heavy breath - - a pathetic attempt to calm himself. but the truth lingers between them. it's unavoidable, and it's taken up so much space between them for far too long. as her eyes meet his, elias' heart sinks. "i can be jealous," he shrugs, "i am jealous." he chews on his lower brim before speaking again, "what if…what if we were together?"

gaze tracks every movement, the drag of silence is agonizing in the most beautiful way. feels like the tide is pulling at hollis' chest, waves of desire crashing against him as he drinks taylor in. and then he sees it - - taylor's gaze melting into lust. excitement thrums beneath his skin and a smirk plays on his lips. "nothing will change…this is just a guy helping his friend out," shrugs casually ( though he knows it'll change everything - - at least for himself ), "you'll thank me later." eyes dance with amusement, taylor's quip pulling a laugh from hollis' lungs, "oh, you'll find that the rumors don't even begin to capture the euphoria you're about to experience." this isn't hollis' first time going down on a man, but it is the most important time. hollis has always desired taylor , loved taylor - - everyone else was just a sorry distraction. he needs this to be mind-blowing for the brunette, there's no other option. the shift in taylor's voice along with the words he utters send heat coiling in the pit of hollis' stomach. teeth sink into his lower brim, not breaking eye contact. he smirks, "patience, talsy." fingers tremble as they dance up taylor's thighs ( making sure to taunt his length as they do so ) easily finding the button and zipper of taylor's jeans, tugging on them. "if you change your mind at any point, it's okay…you can tell me, yeah?" manages to get taylor's jeans down to his ankles, eyes lingering on taylor's briefs the whole time. fuck, he's a goner. even beneath fabric, hollis can tell taylor is big. heartbeat fumbles over itself and hollis leans forward to pepper slow, wet kisses over taylor's clothed cock all whilst hands massage his inner thighs.

"you are trying to seduce me," sebastian argues, tone playful and accusatory against the darkness of their cabin's air. he trails his fingertips along kobi's collarbone, admiring the frame that carries such a sweet soul in it. the warmth ignited between his legs at the roll of the other's hips make his answer easy. "yes, it's working." it'd be so easy to give himself over to this, mindlessly follow the sensation that feels so fucking good and convinces him he's desired again, but that's what he's always done. maybe he needs to be more intentional for once. seb's hand slips up kobi's neck and wraps around the side of his jaw, eyes squeezed shut while he listens to the man's question and practically groans into the single pillow on the bed. "yeah, that's me," he agrees and lets out a soft breath before facing him with his gaze. "it's just ... it's been a while ?" seb hasn't slept with anyone since his breakup, and although he has no idea kobi is far more inexperienced, he wants to be cautious. "i think i maybe want to take things slower ... at least for one night." seb grimaces, hating the way he's suddenly so much more hesitant that the old him would've been. after all his flirting, the mixed signals are probably confusing, too. he pulls kobi's jaw towards him for another kiss, wanting to make it clear this isn't rejection. and honestly, he just wants to keep kissing him. "you're too hot, kobi. it's a problem."

"fine…guilty as charged," kobi acquiesces with a quiet giggle, "but, can you blame me?" shivers beneath the pads of sebastian's fingers, swears he can feel the loops of each pattern etched in the other's fingerprint. a cheeky grin tugs on his lips, pleased to hear that he still has an effect on sebastian. he'll never understand it ( he can't conceptualize it ), how could someone so beautiful see anything in kobi? kobi, who is invisible, forgotten, and replaceable. more than anything he wants sebastian to take him. physically, yes - - but also figuratively. his own heart is practically shoving itself into seb's palms, begging him to have and to hold it. his arousal is clear as day as his hips chase the friction of sebastian's, biting back a moan when the other's strong hand rests on his neck. when four brown eyes meet, kobi's heart stutters, but it's the words that fall from seb's lips that drive a knife through his heart. kobi was ridiculous to think he was wanted, that things between him and seb could grow during this trip. tears glimmer in wide eyes and he nods, pulling back just slightly. "y-yeah…i haven't since…well, since you," sniffles softly, but he understands and respects his friend's desires. sebastian likely got cold feet - - it was all fun until kobi crawled on top of him - - and maybe seb decided he no longer wanted him ( or what if he never did ? ). but then…he's pulled in for a kiss and ( almost ) all of his worries dissipate in the taste of seb. heart swells at the compliment, entire body growing warm with a blush. "you think so?" he whispers, hope threaded in his voice. "you're not…done with me?" even so, hands find themselves on seb once more - - one curling into his waist and the other gently brushing through his hair. "i…i like you, sebastian. i always have," confession comes out of nowhere and sends kobi's face into the crook of sebastian's neck, unwilling to see the look on sebastian's features.

the sounds he makes only intensify his need. he wants to taste every bit of kit on his tongue. he's desperate for it. arthur's sure his hair looks a mess, his cheeks tinted pink, lips damn from the way his tongue snakes out to wet them. he feels crazed. and -- oh, arthur watches as kit touches himself. he can see how hard he is, how needy. there's a desire to just sit back and watch a little show put on just for him, but he can't. he has to touch. "fuck, baby," the words are mumbled, almost stuck on his lips as he stares. his brown eyes have gone black with lust, and he leans down to kiss over his abdomen, his body slowly shifting down, down, down, until he's getting to place hot, wet kisses over the front of kit's boxers. he hums in delight, as his fingers tug at the waistband. "look at you," he says and discards the fabric to the growing pile on the floor. "so pretty. just for me?" he asks and his hand wraps firmly around the base of kit's shaft.

back arches, body desperate for arthur - - silently pleading with a mind of its own for more. hazy gaze meets the other's, watching the way arthur's expression shifts as he touches himself. warmth floods his chest and travels down to the pit of his stomach, a flame fanning beneath those wanton eyes. "what's wrong…hm?" lashes flutter ( not so ) innocently, an indulgent groan slipping from his lips as his strokes grow needy. head rolls back and kit's forearm flies to his forehead, watching in awe as sloppy kisses are placed where he needs arthur most. "shit," a sharp hiss and a pathetic roll of his hips. god, this is even better than every fantasy he's lost himself in. once he's completely bare, cock stands at attention against his abs and he all but melts at the praise that falls from arthur's lips. "just for you," nods, teeth sinking into his lower brim, biting back the loud moan that's pulled from his lungs as soon as arthur touches him. "only you, baby. i'm all yours," fingers brush against arthur's cheek, "ruin me."

                   “you can hate me all you want, but you still have to get in the car. we’re leaving.”

arms fold across her chest, a pout falling on glossy lips. charisse stomps her heels in a rather petulant attempt to get her way. "you're infuriating," she huffs, "i wasn't finished socializing." raises a brow, "what got you so pissed off you decided to cut my night early?"

                    it's not like they can possibly get any closer, having welcomed the other's frame against his with a pleased hum, but he's using his grip on his sides to pull him in until they're breathing the same air, existing in the same space, colliding into a singular bundle of atoms. he's greedy, he's selfish, and unreasonably wants to occupy every inch of etienne's mind and body at every second of the day. " you wouldn't prefer yellow shirt instead? bartender? speaker man? " each entity is said with an acid reed specifically reserves for those who ogle what's his as lips brush against the crook of his neck with every question he's posed, punctuating said questions with an imprint of his brims upon his skin. swears the sound of his voice sends feverous shocks down his spine, swears that the only thing keeping him upright is how reed is now leaning his entire frame against the body before him; it's pathetic how he's unspooling at warm fingers in his hair and a kiss on his cheek, but he can't bring himself to care or stop it. " hot. really, really hot. it drives me crazy. "

no one has ever wanted etienne for more than his body. no one until reed - - who seems to want him in his entirety. it brings a warmth to the blonde's chest as whisky-woven breath brushes against reed's skin. he's etienne's world ; he'll orbit reed forever. fingers ache to grasp at the other, for their bodies to collide in the most beautiful of ways - - but this is thrilling. and etienne knows soon enough they'll be so entangled that they won't be able to tell where one ends and the other begins. teeth sink into his lower lip, breathing growing ragged as reed presses kisses against his skin. "i want you," breathless, husky, "i need you." fingers curl into reed's belt loop and pull him impossibly closer. "there's no one else on this planet. only you, mon cheri." and, fuck, etienne is a goner for reed. hand moves from reed's belt loop to the small of his back, fingers brushing up the hem of his shirt and dancing along the beautiful dimples at the bottom of his spine that he's memorized by now. other hand continues its work in reed's hair - - an attempt to soothe him. simpers against reed's cheek, timbre gravelly, "oh, yeah? really hot?" tip of his nose journey's towards reed's, gently bumping it. "you're fucking sexy. you think i wasn't devouring you in my mind all night?" etienne knows reed wants a kiss - - but he's determined to prolong it ( despite his own needs ) just to watch him unravel, "god, you make me weak when you're jealous."

whether it’s a salacious quip or playful flirtations, cilla’s always gotten a thrill out of teasing her boundaries with rhodes. she’s rarely taken very much seriously, and there had existed between them a wanton warmth that was squarely within the socialite’s daily realm. with that as their foundation, a sprinkle of mutually beneficial fake dating seemed like a fairly simple mission to tackle. and cilla would maintain that it is, except when her hungry blues linger on rhodes’s jawline or muscled biceps a beat too long and she’s forced to correct herself. she’d never deny herself the chance to flirt with him before, but why does it feel so charged when they do it now, in private? “what if someone comes to check on us and sees?” the hypothetical is framed with a knowing smirk, long legs ambling closer to the bed. “they might think you’re in the doghouse. which would actually work for me and your dad…” her gaze growls wistful, dreamy, but she’s anchoring a grin back at rhodes. “i’m not too precious about sharing a bed. i’m more curious about the rules within the bed.” she’s got a reputation that most would be ashamed of, one she’s never shied away from, but would that just further complicate things? are they even capable of chastity? “do we need a giant pillow between us? enough room for the holy spirit?”

if he was being honest with himself, he'd always had a crush on cilla. but, he's not too keen on being honest with himself ( at least not right now ). he always thought he'd grow out of it - - that it was a boyish fantasy he'd get over. except he hadn't, had he? rhodes ( at his big age ) was still crushing on cilla like he was when they were in elementary school. it should be easy to fake their relationship - - when nearly everyone around them saw the way he looked at her with stars in his eyes. but, he'd put space between them since then - - knowing he couldn't risk his true feelings from shining through. despite the fact that this relationship was meant to be fake, it feels anything but. eyes drink in cilla's figure, watching as she approaches the bed. rhodes entertains her hypothetical, but expression turns to disgust as soon as she mentions his father. "you're killing the mood, you know," grumbles as he situates himself comfortably on the bed. eyes flicker to hers, meeting for a brief moment before a pink blush blossoms on his cheeks and his gaze darts to his lap where his fingers are fidgeting. "we'll be fine, cilla," tilts his chin up and raises a brow, "unless you don't think you can control yourself so close to me."

why should his opinion matter now, when this is what he thought at first. milo improved in time, dimitri enjoyed it way better as time went on. "yeah, at the beginning." he said with shrug. the other looked like he was fighting through the tears, lip did the quiver thing when people got hurt or sad. "and i'm allowed to say my opinion just the same." dimitri wasn't justifying himself for the things he's said, he answered the question thrown at him truthfully. brows furrow then released a sigh, waving his friend away leaving just milo and dimitri alone. nobody else needed to hear their conversation. stepping closer, the soft pink dusted milo's upper cheeks, hands digging into his pockets. "and that's exactly what we're doing, hooking up. no labels, no strings attached - which we agreed upon." dimitri didn't want to turn the evening sour than it has. "i like hooking up with you, i enjoy it. sorry, there i said it. is that what you wanted to hear, an apology to make you feel better. and then what, see you later face down ass up at 2am." he shook his head. "what do you truly want out of this milo? be honest."

milo had been relatively new at kissing when he and dimitri started their trysts and he'd been milo's first sexual encounter, his first time. he'd been so inexperienced and yet, the blonde tugged at a desire in his body that he'd never known. almost felt feral when they were alone together. and maybe that's why this all hurt so badly ; because dimitri was milo's first. or maybe ( just maybe ) there were deeper feelings lingering beneath their heated moments. feelings milo tried to stomp out because it was becoming increasingly obvious that milo was just a fuck for dimitri ( and milo had agreed to it, despite knowing this would likely be the case ). as he steps closer, milo's chest tightens and he struggles for air, "y-yeah, no strings attached." quickly wipes at a stray tear that had dared to fall down his cheek. a slow, soft smile curls onto his lips - - dimitiri enjoys hooking up with him. "i appreciate the apology," he replies earnestly, eyes meeting bright blue hues. he's about to respond with a cheeky reply to being 'ass up' when dimitri's question hits him right in the chest. how honest was dimitri expecting him to be? a shaky breath slips through his lips, only brave enough to be slightly honest. "i want you to like being around me. i want you to need my body the way i need yours. i want to fall asleep in your arms from time to time…" trails off, shrugging as his gaze flickers to the ground. "am i asking for too much?"

                     he hasn't even had any alcohol, too peeved by that damn bartender to even want to engage with him to get a drink, but here this close to him he feels intoxicated. dazed. so easily swayed, reed is pissed but still pressing warm lips onto the pad of the other's thumb; too prideful to ask for a proper kiss and yet not willing to miss the opportunity to get his mouth on him. fingers curl needlessly tight around the fabric at etienne's sides, forehead tenderly falling against his shoulder and features slightly turning to breathe him in with shaky inhale. " i'm allowed to lust after you, " grumbles, lashes fluttering shut, " they aren't. " god, he smelled so good. " why do you have to look like this all the time? "

soft lips on his skin send a shiver down etienne's spine. he'll never get over reed's plump brims, would happily let them be the death of him if he could. etienne can feel reed's breathing shift the closer he gets, shallow - - echoing his own. the doe-eyed man is etienne's own addiction, a drug made for him and him alone. gasps softly as he feels reed's fingers on his waist and he takes this opportunity to press his body flush against reed's. "yes, you are," timbre is thick and low, "i encourage it…and i hope you never stop lusting after me." fingers card through reed's dark tresses, "you're the only one who matters to me. i don't even see anyone else." lips kiss the apple of reed's cheek and linger there. "look like what? hmm?" etienne asks with a satisfied smirk.

" i don't really think now is the best time to talk about that. " as if she hadn't been avoiding it for days - weeks even ! " i'm working , not sure what you're doing. " like her shop wasn't completely dead right now. " there isn't anything to be discussed here. "

"and just why not?" esma shrugs, following jade around her shop like a wounded puppy, "you've dodged it every time i've tried bringing it up." there's a petulant huff that escapes esma as arms cross over her chest. "you're just being avoidant, jade…per usual." it pains esma, to be so close to her ex and not be able to touch her or hold her. "do you still have feelings for me? yes or no?" brow raises as teeth sink into her lower lip.