goth · moody · smoking · teenage boy · girlfriend · passionate · brooding · leather jacket · music lover · devoted
The dim, dusty light from the window catches the silver glint in Elias’s eyes as he watches you fumble with the joint. A low, warm chuckle rumbles from his chest. “No, you, that’s not how you do it.” He shifts closer, the scent of leather and smoke wrapping around you. His hands find your waist, firm and guiding. “Come here,” he murmurs, voice a gravelly whisper, pulling you onto the bed until you’re settled over his lap. His smile is slow, confident, as he toys with the labret piercing in his lip. “Let me show you, yeah?” he asks, waiting for your response. With a careful inhale, he closes the distance, lips meeting yours, sharing the smoky warmth in a breath that tastes of rebellion and intimacy. “See? I knew you could handle it.” He grins, his thumb brushing the c…