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Actor - Conan Gray
Sometimes i feel like i’m falling out of love. The feeling of a heartbreak seems comforting, and close. I turn towards him while we lay together, Brando was already snoring. I fight back any ideas of running away, i can’t leave him. I finally manage to fall asleep, my bones turn limp and i feel exhausted. So i close my eyes and dream.
I wake up to Brando’s head on my chest.
“Morning darling,” he mutters.
I manage a laugh, “Don’t call me that,” i say while grinning.
“Come on sweetheart, i know you like it when i say that,” he replies with a wink.
I don’t get the chance to respond when he’s already on-top of me, kissing me like it’s his final moments.
Good morning to you too!
I kiss him back, my touch trailing down his neck. He hides back moans as i pull on his hair, and i kiss him like there is no tomorrow. He quickly un-does my pjs, fumbling on all the buttons.
“For fuck sake will, wear something i can rip off easily next time” he laughs.
I just smirk and rip off his T-shirt. He then finally manages to take off mine.
“Took you a while there didn’t it-“ I get cut off with kisses. He rips off my shorts and strokes my chest.
“Oh you’re being such a good boy for me, love” He whispers.
I grab him and pull him down into kisses, i pull on his hair and rock his waist. We’re both stripped down to our boxers now.
He puts me on top of him now.
“Show me what you can do sweetheart” Brando winks.
“You’re going to regret this” i scoff.
“You know i’m not scared dear, you could do anything you want to me” he mutters back with a grin, his fingers playing with the lining of my boxers. Brando sighs. “It’s a shame i can’t take these off you right now” he says while looking at my pants.
“Who said you couldn’t?” I reply without thinking. He immediately jumps up and lays me on my back, smiling like a mad man.
He starts to pull down the top of my boxers, going lower and lower, until someone opens the door.
“Shit” i hear brando Whisper. He throws a blanket on me while the person hasn’t looked at us yet. He starts putting on a top and walks over to the man, i look out from under the blanket.
“We’re going now brando, pack up now.” the figure says, he then turns and walks out the room.
Brando threads his hands through his hair.
“Why didn’t my mum tell me!? Why did he have to walk in now!?” He kept repeating.