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warning: for mentions of self harm in this chapter! there isn't a scene but it's discussed quite a bit.

| january 17 2020
sheyaa's house
7:00 am |

sheyaa's already firm grip around symere's neck tightened, his thumb pressed against his adam's apple, restricting the smaller's breathing as he bounced on top of him.

symere's moans turned into wheezes and gasps, something about the way that it suddenly became harder to breathe sent shockwaves of adrenaline down his spine. symere liked pain, and sheyaa definitely noticed, too.

not wanting to kill the boy, sheyaa removed his right hand from around symere's throat and placed it at his waist once more, his left hand still stationary against his ass. sheyaa delivered a hard smack against it, symere instinctively sucking in his teeth at the sting of his palm hitting his ass.

"sheyaaaaa," symere crooned out his boyfriend's name, head tossed back and lips parted to make way for needy moans, thighs beginning to burn from the vigor and stamina he used to ride sheyaa into insanity.

"so fucking pretty on my dick bae," sheyaa marvelled in awe in just how beautiful he was on top of him, the rising sun shining through the blinds and casting a golden spotlight upon symere's small frame and lustwashed face only serving to aid the fact that sheyaa thought he looked breathaking.

growing tired of not having much control, sheyaa flipped symere onto his back in one quick movement, putting him on top. symere looked up at the london native with pleading eyes, as if to silently beg for sheyaa to fuck the shit out of him.

sheyaa's slanted, beady eyes met symere's rounder, softer eyes as he continued his unending assault on his needy body, quick, punishing strokes hitting symere's prostate dead on.

"f-fuck shey, you're fucking me so good," symere damn near cried at sheyaa reaching his spot, instinctively clenching around him as he felt himself grow tighter in the belly, signalling that he was close to climax.

a smirk formed on sheyaa's face, he loved when symere started begging. "oh? you finna cum baby?" he teased, "you finna make a mess all over daddy's dick?"

"uh huh!" symere wailed out, his usually deep, raspy voice reaching octaves he didn't even know were possible.

sheyaa began to toy with symere's nipples to bring him closer to his edge, knowing that he was the most sensitive there and that nipple play was one of his favorite kinks. all he had to do was circle  it with the pad of his thumb a few times and symere would melt right then and there.

and he did. symere's back arched from off of the bed as he began to shoot ribbons of white between his own and sheyaa's stomach, screams of "daddy!" and "sheyaa!" filling the air as he came down from his high, sheyaa still whispering dirty things in his ear as he came.

sheyaa withdrew his dick from symere's hole, the younger wincing at the sudden emptiness before he noticed him inch up closer to his face. sheyaa began jacking himself off, only needing to pump himself about four times before his cum splashed onto symere's face, the latter all smiles as his face got painted white by sheyaa.

after sheyaa's peak came to a decline, he collapsed onto the bed and spooned symere from behind. "i nutted on his cheek his new nickname is babyface," he teased in a singsong tune.

symere lightly swatted him as he wiped sheyaa's children from his face. "shut uppppp," he whined, smile still showing despite how much he wanted to seem annoyed.

the two laid there in comfortable silence, for a few moments, until symere's phone began to vibrate on the nightstand closest to him. he had half a mind to ignore it, knowing that nobody in their right mind would be calling him at 7 am on a saturday morning until he remembered that it was probably miles calling about the employee brunch they had to be at.