#awaknd

Yifan loosens his tie and gulps down the lump in his throat, dark eyes fixed on the handsome boy. His body is lean, sculpted muscles under fair skin, and Yifan wants to run his hands over that toned stomach again and again. craving it so bad he almost starts touching himself. Leaning back in his chair, Kris sighs and rubs his forehead, a thin veil of sweat sticking to his fingertips— he looks back at his phone and writes a quick reply.

[[ #me. this is me. are you me. ]]

[[ yes i am you

{` a small rap to the door - once, twice, thrice- and a voice that he’s not all too familiar with slips it’s way past the thin frame of the door into his ears. He’s on high alert - always on high alert - since Dimitri never expects visitors, doesn’t even give people the chance to visit, really, considering he isn’t too proud of his whereabouts. A pause stretches through the air, the only sound resonating in the room is the screeching sound of the old chair he’s been sitting in grinding against the flooring as he stands } What do you need? {` he calls through the door, with an agitated, and slightly warning, tone to his voice in case it’s someone far more dangerous than he expects. He makes his way to the door, reaching for it as he rolls his shoulders back. He hesitates for a moment once his fingers curl around the knob, but then he’s turning it without another thought, bringing the door wide open to look into the eyes of a taller, seemingly harmless, male} What kind of help?