It's simple, You're Trash.

 FIRSTS -

“Hey… Can we try something new?” “Is it going to hurt?” “Wait! I…I’ve never done this before.” “Just be still and relax…” “Er, am I doing this right?” “I’m not hurting you, am I?” “I want my first time to be with you.” “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to finish so early!” “Ah, I feel so embarrassed…”

 PUBLIC AFFAIRS -

“Wow…you’re easy to rile up.” “Forget the bed…let’s do it right here.” “What if someone sees us?!” “Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” “Try to keep quiet…we wouldn’t want to get caught.” “Are you serious? Here? Now?”  “We should do it somewhere else other than a bed tonight.” “Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.” “I’m going to mark you as mine tonight.” “I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

  PICK-UP LINES && SUGGESTIONS. -

“I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “I can’t take my eyes off of you.“ “If these people weren’t here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I like my reflection a little more with you all over me.” “Does this feel good?” “Take a bath with me?” “Are you sure you want to do it in the shower- we could slip!” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.”  “i got a new apartment, and i need someone to put clothes on the floor. “ “I just want to bend you over and fuck you hard…”

 HOT && HEAVY -  

“You make such adorable sounds.” “ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “ “S-Stop staring at me like that!” “So are we going to do this already or what?” “Stop teasing!” “do you know how bad i want you?” “you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.” “Don’t cover your mouth…I like hearing you.” “Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.” “We’ve only got three minutes…let’s do this fast.” “get on your knees.” “oh, look who’s not wearing any underwear~”  “what’s my name?” “Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?” “I love seeing you covered in my marks…” “I love it when you leave your marks on me…” “don’t stop!” “Please. I need you. Now.” “i want you to fuck me.” "Should we use rope or handcuffs?” “beg for it.” “bend over.” “Let me hear you sing for me.” “you are already turned on ~?” “swallow it. all of it.”

  MISC -

painful

“ it’s — getting a bit out of hand now. ”

“ i don’t think i can keep this up much longer. ”

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

“ it sucks that i can’t kiss you in public. ”

“ how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you. ”

“ are you sure we will — ? ”

“ do you think we’ll ever… be a couple-couple ? ”

“ sometimes i’m just scared that you’re just using me. ”

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—”

“ is this a joke to you?”

“ i deleted all our texts. ”

“ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ”

“ if anyone sees us i won’t know what to do. ”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here… ”

provoked

“ aren’t we suppose to be a thing ? why are you flirting then ?”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here —”

“ you sure seem to be good at ignoring the fact that we’re together. ”

“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ”

“ if they don’t stop hitting you up i’ll end up hitting them down. ”

“ don’t you see any pride in the marks i left on you ? ”

“ is this a joke to you — ?!”

“ stop that — we’re in public. ”

“ no, not until we get home. ”

“ you know i can’t do this out here — stop it!”

“ could TRY to show that you’re a little worried about this ???”

steamy

“ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ”

“ everyone is downstairs… ~ take your pants off ”

“ shhh…. ~ it’ll be fine baby, no one will hear us ”

“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…”

“ i’m gonna leave so many hickeys on you… show everyone that you’re taken… ”

“ i missed your scent…”

“ it feels so good — being close to again… ”

“ i’ve been thinking — about this the entire day… ”

“ ~ sit back and let me spoil you… you went an entire day without touching me… ”

“ kiss me… and don’t let me go ”

“ you’re like a forbidden fruit when i can’t touch you ~ kind of sexy ”

innocent

“ i can’t wait to show you off to the entire world… ”

“ we’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday ”

“ when we come out i’m going to drown you kisses every day ”

“ ~ if we carve our initials in a tree no one will know ”

“ no one will notice if we hold hands under the table ~ ”

“ one day… we’ll be able to kiss like everyone else ”

“I’ll have to remember to thank him,” Ulquiorra mumbled the words as he turned on the phone, distracting himself from creeping anxiety by checking his schedule for the day.

Once a hot bath was drawn and the fresh, warm towels from the dryer sat on the counter, Zero grabbed Dekota by the cuff of his sleeve and gently pulled him out to give the dancer his privacy. However, the rebel didn’t follow his older brother back to the kitchen; instead, he sat in the floor by the door and patiently waited in silence.

It was easy to forget a little of what had happened to him in the heated embrace of the bathwater. Easy to forget that the reason he was here was because someone had tried to take things from him that he was not willing to give them. Easy to forget that he had nearly died to deranged hands around his throat only hours ago. 

As long as he remained motionless. 

Motion brought about the pains of his body and reminded him why he was there with a vengeance. Turning his head to grab a was cloth pulled at the bruises around his neck and made him wince. Using the washcloth against his battered face made him sob quietly into the wet fabric as the stitches in his lips caught against the sopping material and pulled uncomfortably, doing his best to muffle and hide the pain and his imminent breakdown. 

The scrapes on his hands from defending himself burned as he did his best to lather the soap in them......the soap eventually falling to the steaming water as shaking hands lost grip and shifted into damp black hair, pulling on strands and desperately using a separate pain as an anchor to the world or be dragged away into despair. 

Drip Drip Drip. 

“You know that I relish in the praise that you give me....I am addicted to it,” for eons Ulquiorra had spent his life in hardship a horror, fighting for his life and scraps of happiness long lost in the sands of Hueco Mundo. It felt nice to be soft once in a while.

Erasmo must be created!!!!