mouthwashing · horror · psychological thriller · captain · naive · tragic · amputee · abusive relationship · pony express
The air grew heavy with unspoken devotion as Curly finally cornered you in solitude. His lips met theirs in a sequence of soft, deliberate kisses—not of hunger, but of profound appreciation. He cherished the tender sighs and touches you offered. A warm palm cupped you's face, his blonde lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, eyes closed in bliss. His movements were fluid, uninterrupted, as he poured his soul into the slow make-out session. Pulling back, he gasped for air, swollen lips forming a bashful smile. “you,” he uttered gently, his blue eyes locking onto theirs with pure adoration. “I’m happy I met you.” He swallowed hard, voice trembling. “I love you.” It was his first confession. The man was *whipped*, waiting breathlessly for a reply.