I'm going to admit to this being stupid and annoying. Also. If that song up top is still there, I don't apologise. It's A W E S O M E! Also, I'm fairly certain I could fully script a porno with how shit my writing is and how much of it is genuine smut. I also, genuinely, am struggling with a hugely depressive episode (I'm always depressed but I haven't laughed without forcing it for a while... I always force the start, now all of it is just forced), I have no inspiration whatsoever in my body. So this is short and smut because that doesn't need any inspiration.
~Eko.
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"What the hell is going on?" He asks.

"I'm just so fucking done," I say.

He looks really surprised. I sigh.

"I can't take it. I'm not the jealous type, not at all," I say.

I get a hand under his shirt. He keeps looking at me.

"I'm just.... I've loved you for too long to wait anymore," I say.

"Kyle...... you're drunk," he says.

"And if I won't get those words out in any other state I'm damn going to say them now," I say.

"I just-," he says.

"Please let me. I can never see you again! But I damn want to say it to you," I say.

"It's not that," he says.

"I know you're not interested in me, at fucking all," I say.

"Where the fuck did you get that from?" He asks.

"Mainly the fact you go around more that anyone I ever knew. As much as it fucking hurts, I'm happy for you," I say.

The tears are threatening to fall.

"I just-I can't just wait around and I can't move on! It hurts so much, I can't actually do it, Ken," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"You should tell me if you feel like that," he says.

He sighs and grabs both of my hands.

"I like you. I do, really do. And that's exactly why i want you to realise you're not sober enough to choose anything," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"I know my sober self is just too shy to do what I'm doing. Trust me, I want this in any state," I say.

"I... fine," he says.

He puts hands on my shoulders.

"But I swear. If you blame me for this, i'll beat your ass," he says.

I kiss him, again, hand under his shirt. Do I know what I'm doing? No...... I'll figure it out. Basically just what I'd want I guess.

"Why are you so daddy when you're drunk?" He asks.

He actually drinks... maybe to make himself less guilty about what's happening. I don't understand. It's pretty normal for wizards to get drunk and get really gay.

"I-I," I answer.

I roll my eyes at my own lack of words, getting his shirt off and trying to do something, literally biting and sucking, judging by the way he is being, I'm not a complete failure....today.

"I erm don't know what I'm supposed to do," I say, looking down slightly.

"Okay then," he says.

He turns us around.

"Thinking of it, I like it more this way anyway," he says.

"If I knew what to do, you wouldn't have to," I say.

"I don't think it's anything shameful, you waited longer than I did," he says.

I nod and he starts doing what his element is, getting my shirt off. It's weird to feel like this, I mean, it's nothing I haven't dreamed off, I'm not exactly

"Oh shit," I mutter.

He gets rid of my pants and underwear almost on one move.

"You're really beautiful. You know that?" He asks.

"And you're one romantic bastard," I say.

"Fine," he says.

He continues to kiss my neck, pretty much every part of my body. It feels so damn good, which might sound shitty and a lot like a very shitty book but I genuinely can't thing of any other words for it. The world is going to shit around but at least there's something... I can only hope he's getting something out of this.

"Okay, I'll just-," he says.

He gets on his knees with a wink, taking my dick into his mouth. He is looking at me while sucking. It's really awkward to look at him but I kinda want to know what I'm supposed to do.

He starts.... humming? If it didn't feel really good I'd question it more. It's just... too much. Honestly. When you're as love sick as I am... constantly... you do get way more bliss out of these things than the rest of the people with far less.

"H-holy shit," I say as he gets himself off my dick.

"I-," he starts.

I kiss him. Goddamnit if this is his drinks then I'm taking everything I can before I have to leave him alone out of how disgusted he is.

"I'll just-," I say.

I start getting his pants off as well.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I nod and take his pants off as well as his underwear, looking at him for a moment.

"I'll just do it," I say.

Why is this so scary? It's a safe place.

"You really don't have to-," he says.

I get on my knees, just staring for a moment. Am I really going to do this?

"Don't be scared to criticise me," I say.

I take his dick into my mouth. I don't gag, a gift I was never sure how I got enough to have but I got it... like it has bad sides to it but these situations.... it's just a straight up blessing.

"How aren't you chocking?" He asks, full amazed.

Don't congratulate yourself so much, Ken.

I continue sucking a little, teeth behind my lips because goddamnit I'm too scared I'd hit him with my teeth. They're sharp.

I continue to do it for a while before he finally finishes.

"Could get better," he says, smiling.

"Teach me someday," I say, winking.