#sharedbed

                  ❛ woah — hey. everything alright? you look . . . stressed. you wanna come in? ❜

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     he's since moved them closer to the edge of the bed, underwear being discarded as blankets uncover their body. fuck, it takes self control (he rarely has) to not fuck them right as it is. instead has a hand between their legs, stroking along their heat/length.

"do you try to get on my nerves or is it just natural for you to be this annoying?"

it's embarrassing how hard it makes elias - - being told what to do. but, he doesn't mind being a pathetic, wrecked mess for jace. "yes, sir," gaze meets jace's and doesn't break as he sinks to his knees. "i was made to make you feel good," words fall like honey from elias' lips, "i breathe to satisfy you." fingers swiftly get to work on the waistband of jace's sweats and tug them down eagerly. he presses slow, sloppy, tantalizing kisses over the other's briefs, looking up with hooded eyes.

" it's a big party and we don't even need to stay long . please just come with me , there's free booze and i'll owe you . also my mother kind of thinks we're together but that's not that important . "

adrenaline was fit to burst as it rushed through makayla's frame. no drug was able to replicate the sensation that a sold out gig was able to deliver to her. rushing off the stage to the sound of a roaring, cheering crowd wasn't something she could easily describe to anyone else, it hit every single nerve of her body and the last thing she ever wanted to do was run home and go to sleep, quite the contrary. stepping foot into her dressing room, her excitement blooms the moment she sees the familiar face, her grin brightening up her whole expression as she steps closer, wasting no time for greetings as she wraps her arms around their neck and presses a deep, hungry kiss to their lips. "didn't think you'd be here..." she murmurs breathlessly into their mouth, unwilling to break apart for even a second. her need palpable now.

"oh, hi there - he left really early this morning..." he trails off absentmindedly, speaking casually as if he wasn't about to make the most of this rare opportunity placed in front of him. although he cared for his roommate a great deal, byron had never been great at holding himself back from going after what he wanted. it was one of the reasons he was now in a band growing in popularity and success. it hadn't yet led him astray and he'd be damned if he suddenly prevented himself anything. "anyway," he starts, drawing a line beneath that particular conversation. "...i've made some breakfast, would you like some?"