When your lower back hits the edge of the table, you’re pretty sure that you’ve forgotten how to think, aren’t you? Although, thinking would have never gotten you where you are now, with him of all people, the only guy that you have ever wanted, the one that builds you and tears you back down with one mere glance. The one guy that apparently know just where to touch another boy because, god, his hands feel skilled, don’t they darling? It’s like he knows what he wants, now sweetie, if only you did.

Maybe he’s moving too fast, sunshine. One second, his lips are trailing here, fingernails racking over there, next second he’s panting into one ear and groaning against your collarbone. His hair is soft to the touch, and look at that honey, you just can’t seem to keep your hands out of it.

But, this isn’t some spur of the moment thing, is it angel. You can tell yourself over and over again, sweetie, he’s just using you but you know the truth. This feels too planed. This wasn’t the way you wanted your first kiss to happen, but hey sweet heart, it wasn’t that bad. Maybe you kind of like to be taken with a bit of force with little to no say in the matter. After all, babe, you’ve yet to say anything to get him to stop.