𝐓𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫, ℛ.

... hand strenuously tore the garments; exposing bare of Vic's skin. The same fingers he slides to fill the gaps between the other's digit. In hasty maneuver, attaching the arms—pinning it to the wall. “Let's see what you can do in this state.” ( @ersatzsich )

Remorse slowly begin to creep up, piercing his inner remembrance. Nevertheless, Teodor slides the tips of his fingers, tracing the fabric on Vic's attire up to the colarbone. “I...,” he stops. As Teodor finally locks his attention to pair of lips displayed before him, his ...

“My, my, you’re here again, @euthanaphim,” Propping his chin on his palm, a sly grin plays on Vic’s face - puffs of his cancer stick blowing from where it’s snug between his index and mid; ogling below from the balcony. “Looking for something to exorcise next week, darling?”

... a scorching sensation lays in the pit of his lower parts since the parting. “Do remember that, you're the one asking for this.” Hence in precipitous motion, he hauls a palm of Vic's strands and crashes the burn of their lips. ( @ersatzsich )

... discarding the supposed imperative tone. Distress remains apparent in Teo's riling façades since the hasty kiss. He truly is not in his right state of mind as the hefty sensation persistently linger. One Teo has the definite answer is, he ought to quench something; ...

... before he turns his body, rubbing his temple and try to make his way out of the inappropriate scene. ( @ersatzsich )

... then slamming his fist; forming a slight crack. “Just do the fuck you want, and I will fuckin' exorcise you at the exact moment you prevent me once again to go.” The course of Teo's resentment revolted, until he retreats, taking exactly three big step backwards ...