Mistake or Not? 3

Saffran inserts

the tip slowly. In his each movement he carefully observes Norman's reaction

lest he should hurt him in the slightest. Norman's mouth is wide open, eyes clenched

shut while he keeps his hands snaked around Saffran's broad shoulders. Saffran's

back should have scratching marks already. "Is i-it in?" Norman asks under his

breath. "Just the tip baby." Saffran kisses on his forehead. Norman once

imagined this much love from Saffran or such romantic gestures but what's the

point of all of this now after what Saffran made him go through?

"Ahhnn!"

Norman cries when the whole length adjusts itself in his anal cavity. Saffran

releases a breath Norman doesn't know he was holding. "Ah Norm...I missed

this so damn much!" Norman brings Saffran's face closer with his hands and

kisses him, subtly indicating to move. But he doesn't.

Saffran

stills himself in Norman, face buried in his neck. "What are you doing?" Norman

gets confused and scared, scared that he may stop now realising Norman isn't

even wroth an one night stand. "Just...." Norman's heart beats out of his body

at his low husky voice. 'Just what?? You find me unappealing now?'

"Just let me

savour this moment." And Norman dies. I mean not physically but his soul surely

leaves his body. Just two phrases occupy his mind right now. He hates him and

he loves him. The love he tried so hard to bury in the deepest part of his

brain sparks up just from a cringe-worthy pick up line that the object of his

love casually throws at him. But as Selena Gomez sang, "The heart wants what it

wants."

"W-what

nonsense-" "You know baby...." Saffran observes Norman's whole facial features while

caressing his fluffy hair, his genital is still stuffed inside of him. "After the

rupture of our precious bonding, I never gave this dirty body to anyone." Norman

wanna cry. His body isn't dirty. That's the body that consists a soul that

Norman loved for a long time. Even with his flaws Norman just can't call him

that cause he is still stuck at the time when the heartthrob had the purest

self than any others boys that came around. But now even though Norman cant

deny the fact that he was utterly disgusted when Saffran used to sleep around

with girls after girls, he can't bring himself to badmouth about his anymore.

He is beyond tired.

Norman doesn't

say anything and so Saffran continues. "You owned my mind, you still do. And

more than that you own my body." "Only if you said these things when I was

still living in my imagination." Norman can see Saffran's eyes glisten. He

wanna kiss on them, the organs that hide a huge mysterious pine forest in them.

"No Norm!Nothing was you imagin-" "Shut up and just fuck me!" Saffran pauses

a little before sighing. He gives one last kiss on his lips before slowly

moving down there. Norman is surprised Saffran is still rock hard even after such

a pause.

The thrusts

starts with a slow speed and with each thrust Saffran make sure to kiss each

place of his face but after some moments they become faster. Norman is a

moaning mess right now, even though he is half sober the pleasure is making him

drunk again. Saffran starts to stroke his dick while keeping his mouth glued to

his right nipple, bruising the bud non stop making it red. Norman doubts if

he's still alive or just straight went to heaven without the death procedure as

he lets himself float in an unknown dimension.

Saffran licks

his neck and keeps his face buried in the crook of his neck. Whenever Saffran

pushes his length balls deep, a strong electricity runs in Norman's whole blood

system. "Haah...Norm. You feel....so fuckin good." Saffran mumbles, head still

buried in his neck, one hand stroking him slowly but strongly so that Norman doesn't

cum quickly and still feels pleasured. But the boy of his said admiration doesn't

get it and begs for more. "F-faster." Saffran kisses him again deeply while

rubbing his tip, his thrusts gets swift and sloppy. After some seconds of

melting Norman's lower half Saffran abruptly stops but continues kissing.

The room becomes

their personal sweet erotica theatre. Ragged breathing and slurping sounds fill

the air making slow rhythms with their erratic heartbeats. Norman withdraws

from the kiss when he's out of his breath and confusedly looks at Saffran. "Why

did you stop?" He lowly says while shaking his hips to get some friction cause

when Saffran stopped the tip of his length gracefully glued with an already

excited nerve bundle.

Saffran

hisses when Norman moves himself. "Let's take it slow. I don't wanna finish so

fast." Norman rolls his eyes and stubbornly thrusts his hips again making

Saffran's whole body shudder a little. "Hmm~? You're so eager and horny...I'm

assuming you really wanna ride me tonight." Saffran chuckles and holds his

waist in place. "Don't flatter-" Norman gasps when Saffran turns his body in the

opposite position of they were in now. He makes Norman sit on his waist slightly

holding his body up and leans his upper body on the headboard. "Do it

yourself." Saffran smirks at the super flustered boy who is sitting on his dick

like an awkward puppy. "H-how..." Norman audibly gulps. "Let me guide you."

Saffran holds his neck and brings him closer so that his face gets buried in

his own neck and pushes him down holding his waist with his other hand.

This

position is so intimate to Norman as he can feel the inside of his canal taking

the shape of a very familiar foreign object. "Ahhh!" Norman tightly holds his

neck, his bottom is burning from taking it so deep and the monstrous thrusts aren't

helping at all. Even though Saffran is wrecking his body like there's no tomorrow,

the deep rooted pleasure from the start has equal contribution in making Norman

intoxicated.

All Norman

can hear the thwoping sounds, both of their ragged breaths, his own high pitched

moans and Saffran occasionally groaning. How can all of these sounds became

such a melody to Norman in a short time? Norman wanna know how much Saffran is

enjoying this? Is he feeling the usual pleasure he feels when fucking an one

night stand? Or Norman has already become special to him? The latter one Norman

finds hard to imagine. He doesn't think that a person's heart or character

easily changes. Yet he wanna give all of him to this heartthrob tonight. So

that when morning comes, he can leave a tiniest bit of effect on his virginity

taker.

"Norm...babe..Are

you feeling good?" Saffran asks between pants, forcefully breaking Norman's

train of thoughts. Norman doesn't reply but his moans always answers yes to

said question. "I'm feeling...haah..over the moon. I wish we could stay like

this forever. Me in you....you in my arms." With that he kisses him again

holding his neck. And as creepy as it sounds Norman surely feels thousands of

butterflies in his stomach hearing the previous lines.

The thrusts

gets sloppy and sensing his peak Saffran quickly rubs Norman's dick with a

tight grip. The pleasure intensifies tenfold and each nerve in his body gets electrified

with overbearing sensation. Norman moans out loud, so loud they both can bet

that everyone in this house can hear it.

"Fuck!....I'm

close Normie. Will you be mad if I cum inside of you?" Saffran mumbles near his

ear but he clearly hears it. Norman raises his head from his shoulder and looks

at him. All this time after Saffran put his length in, Norman didn't get a

proper look of his face. Now seeing his state, his heart skips a beat.

Saffran is

looking ethereally erotic. It's that kind of face by looking at which any human

can get horny, doesn't matter in what situation they can be. His black silky

hair is sticking on his forehead, almost blackish green eyes are in a haze and clearly

indicate how much pleasure he is feeling right now, his lips are reddish pink

from kissing so much and his cheeks are so red that it seems like all of his

blood are gathered under his cheeks. His face clearly shows the restrain of

cumming at the moment, like he is holding back really bad and it instantly snaps

the last nerve of Norman's body.

"Ahhh!"

Norman reaches his peak even when Saffran stopped his hand movement on his dick

for a moment. "Wow." Saffran mutters and again starts to thrust. This time the

thrusts are sloppier, desperately indicating that his climax is nearby. "Fuck!

Mmh!" He doesn't hear Norman's pleading to stop. "Ahhh I'm cumming Normn!"He holds

Norman's hair in a soft grip and kisses him ferociously. After making the short

boy insane with overstimulation, with a sloppy last thrust Saffran finally

ejaculates in him. Norman can feel the vibration of Saffran's loud groan in his

mouth and it multiplies his already increasing butterflies in his stomach. He

can feel the pretty boy shooting in him, strings after strings that Norman

doesn't count but he is already overflowing. He doesn't know how much time it

took Saffran to fully empty himself but feels like an eternity passed. After

vacating his last drop of seeds, Saffran withdraws himself from the kiss and

looks at him, without taking his length out.

Maybe it is

the deadly orgasm Norman just had or the guilty alcohol that is still in his

system, a white sheet of exhaustion and sleepiness falls on him without a

pause. And Norman doesn't make out Saffran's probably last words when his body

gives up and collides on the heartthrob's chest.