#capeeta

I knew I didn’t love him. I hadn’t been raised to think like that. It wasn’t in my nature. All he was was a warm body with a good set of lips. A really good set of lips.... 

I thought back to yesterday and what had happened in the lake, smirking slightly. The noises he had made when I touched him would be something I would remember for as long as I lived. For as long as I knew I had always been more into guys than girls. It wasn’t that I would refuse a girl if she came onto me, but if I had the choice I would pick a guy over a girl any day. I liked to think of myself as hot shit back in District 2, with most girls, and a few guys, falling over themselves just to suck my cock. 

Just the thought of Peeta’s lips wrapped firmly around it gave me a semi-hard on. 

I was pretty sure that Marvel and Clove were doing it as well, as they once again had walked off somewhere, like they had done a lot lately. I didn’t feel like I could trust them anymore, but at the end of the day I didn’t trust anyone anyway. 

I sighed, knowing there was no way I could fall asleep right now and I got up, walking over to Peeta who had already fallen asleep a while ago. His breathing was heavy with sleep and I almost felt bad for wanting to wake him up. I walked around him, lying down next to him and just watching him for a while. I took in his features slowly, trying to memorise them. It really made me hate Katniss. How could she live in the same district as Peeta, without ever getting close to him, or at least trying. I wondered if she thought she was above him, and scoffed at the thought. District 12 was arrogant in it’s own right, and you could tell just by looking at Katniss and their Mentor. I wanted all of District 12 to burn to the ground and let out a chuckle. District 12 - The district that was on fire. It fitted. 

I could see Peeta stirring in his sleep and my hand instinctively reached out, brushing away a strand of hair that was stray. My touch woke him up and he looked startled as he saw me opposite him. 

“I’m horny”, I said simply, expecting him to become more alert right this instant and do something against it. I was a fool if I thought he did so because he too wanted this. I knew how much I scared him, how much power I held over him. Yet I couldn’t say that I minded. Of course this would have been more fun if he had wanted this too, but I would be okay with whatever I could take. I could see his eyes widening and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. 

I knew that I had been too rough the first time. I needed to take it slower this time, but considering that I had been getting some more regularly and that I knew he wouldn’t be going anytime soon, I knew that I had all the time in the world. 

I heard him swallow in the dark before he parted his lips asking me “What do you want me to do?”. “Are you tired?”, I could hear myself ask, as if it mattered. As if it made a difference “Just lie there”, I added. My hand reached out, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, Peeta automatically lifting his hips so I could get them off. I rolled slightly over, covering his lips with mine and kissing him softly, the same way I had done yesterday. My hand reached down to cup his ass, before I carefully started sliding up one finger up his hole. I realised that for some reason I wanted him to enjoy this. I didn’t want him to hurt. “Tell me when you’re ready for another”, I said in between kisses, earning myself a nod from Peeta. “It’s fine, you can add another”, he mumbled, his breath short. I added a second finger, slowly thrusting them in and out. It didn’t take long until a third finger followed. After a while I pulled my fingers out, and unbuttoned my own pants, pulling them out, my cock jumping out. I was full on hard, pre-cum already leaking at the tip. The thought of being inside of Peeta did things to me I couldn’t quite describe. 

I hovered above him, lining myself up with him and pushed in slowly. I could feel him pulsing around my cock and slowly started rocking in and out. I leaned forward, kissing along side his jaw, my hands searching for his. I wasn’t sure why I did this, I just wanted to be close to him. I could feel myself coming close and pulled out, rolling back on my back. Peeta looked at me confused and I grabbed his waist, pulling him above me. “Ride me”, I demanded, lining him up with my cock and watched as he lowered himself slowly onto it. If I had been the poetic kind of guy I would have probably thought how beautiful Peeta looked, the moon eluminating his face as he started pushing himself up and down, but I wasn’t. Instead I thought about how close I was getting and how I couldn’t wait to fill him with my cum.