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Andy: You did it again
Sequel of Me –Sunday – Paris
(note: this is actually a one shot, but it's presented differently with each chapter: chapter 1 is a picture (I recommend this if you're on a computer), chapter 2 looks like an actual exchange of iOs text messages but this time it's made with code (I recommend this if you're on mobile), and chapter 3 is a normal, typed version -just in case)~! Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION. Strictly fictional, all made up. Nothing in this is real. I do not claim otherwise and will never do. I respect the subject(s)'s rights to privacy and personal hapiness. !~
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“Come to bed."
“But I don't want to. I'm not gonna be able to fall asleep anyway.”
Andy’s tone is childish, almost whiny. Mika gestures for him to join him anyway, and Andy goes to climb on the bed, before changing his mind and jumping on it, making the mattress bounce violently.
Mika rolls his eyes, ignoring Andy's smirk, and takes Andy's shirt off. He flips them over, manages to get both of them under the covers. Andy lets him manhandle him, amused.
“What now? Are you gonna tuck me in and sing me to sleep?"
“Something like that, yeah" Mika smirks.
Just a sweet little one shot. Read and find out what it’s about :P
Also involving the Penniman siblings + Andy watching a movie together.
IMPORTANT: the first chapter is suitable for general audiences. The second chapter, however, has mature content (18+) and is the reason this work is rated "M". The second chapter ONLY stars TWO of the characters: Mika and Andy.~! Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION. Strictly fictional, all made up. Nothing in this is real. I do not claim otherwise and will never do. I respect the subject(s)'s rights to privacy and personal hapiness. !~
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Andy is alone at home in London, with for only company the clock of the oven and a phone blinking furiously to remind him he has several missed calls to return. But none of those calls matter, he needs someone else's voice to make it through the night and share the distressing news he has received in the morning.
With heavy eyes and a burning chest, he looks up at the empty sky slowly turning to a lighter shade of blue, and steels himself for a long, sleepless wait.
***Translation in Italian available! (see end notes)***
~! Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION. Strictly fictional, all made up. Nothing in this is real. I do not claim otherwise and will never do. I respect the subject(s)'s rights to privacy and personal hapiness. !~
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"I think sex is very effective when it is melancholic. Often, the songs that make me dance also make me cry. It's the same with sex! But let me reassure you: I don't cry during sex!" ― Mika
But I can’t think because he’s everywhere, his skin his hands him breathing in my ear and his fingers digging in my back, and I’m panting I love you, I love you, unable to keep my eyes open. I bite into his shoulder to feel his taste on my tongue, because even if it feels like we’ve melted together right now it still isn’t enough, and he makes a broken sound and tenses against me, shaking. I go back to his mouth, hips snapping faster and it’s messy and wild and it’s not enough, it’s never enough on one of those nights.
~! Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION. Strictly fictional, all made up. Nothing in this is real. I do not claim otherwise and will never do. I respect the subject(s)'s rights to privacy and personal hapiness. !~
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Who knew my heart could beat so quick? // Surrender by raetsuki
Fandoms: MIKA (Musician) RPF
05 Feb 2016
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“Do you know what passion is? [...] Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that's not all. The word derives from the Latin. It means submission." ― J. Kenner, Release Me // “Submission is not about authority and it is not obedience; it is all about relationships of love and respect.” ― Wm. Paul Young, The Shack
One part of Mika’s brain registered that his back had just hit a wall. Right now, though, that was the least of his worries – the first one being the throbbing tension inside his pants.
“You’re so fucking wasted” Andy muttered, his deep voice husky and slightly out of breath casting hot air against his cheek.
“Oh, like you aren’t?” Mika answered, his hand on the back of his boyfriend’s neck pulling his face closer to his. The blond gave in easily, his mouth crashing on his own in a drunken, messy kiss.~! Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION. Strictly fictional, all made up. Nothing in this is real. I do not claim otherwise and will never do. I respect the subject(s)'s rights to privacy and personal hapiness. !~