to be with danger

learning a bit

Thrashing and struggling against Mr. Tymes grip, he then signed to turn abruptly to then knock type out to then carry him to the car.
Furrowing his brow, type took in a deep breathe to then groan to go to his back to then take a hand to his forehead to start to hear his watch go off.
Slowly opening his eyes, he then widened them to suddenly sit up to take in deep breathes to look to Mr. Tyme who sat to the edge of the bed to have his hand out and a glass of water.
Type then looked down to see his birth control and that other medication to then roll his eyes to grab both then the water to down.
Mr. Tyme moved his head to the side to look him over.
"What is that other pill your taking?"
Type then brought up his hand to then flip him off, to then place the cup to the side table to eye it to sign.
He was too Mr. Tymes place.
Type then turned his head to look down to see he was in a shirt. He then moved the blanket up to make sure he was wearing something, which he still had his boxers on.
Type let out a sign of relieve.
Mr. Tyme then wrapped his arms about himself..
"I am some what a gentleman, I do not take off the clothes of others when there asleep."
Type rolled his eyes to then look to Mr. Tyme with a glare.
"I was not asleep, you knocked me out.... Again!"
Mr. Tyme shrugged.
"You were being disobedient."
Type flexed his jaw.
"I am not a child, also I did tell you several times to let go! Why am I here!?"
Mr. Tyme turned his head to look forward.
"I told you we were not done."
"Go to hell Mr. Tyme!"
Type then started to try to get out of the bed until, Mr. Tyme moved him down has he turned himself to then hover over to wrap his hands to his wrists to stare deeply.
Type turned his head to then squeeze his eyes tightly shut.
"Get off!"
Mr. Tyme smirked to then start to grind on him a bit.
"Why? Know what my lover wants."
Type growled to turn his head to look in anger at Mr. Tyme.
"I am not your lover! Get off!"
Mr. Tyme lightly laughed.
"Mm, let's see what your body has to say about that."
Mr. Tyme started to take his hands away for type to then try to get him off for them to go back to the earlier action.
Mr. Tyme shook his head in disapproval.
"Know what you want type, is that what your second pull is for? To fight against this?"
Type signed to then turn his head to eye the wall.
"I need you to let go and let me leave."
"That is not going to happen."
"You already got what you wanted earlier."
"And? I believe you and I both know you want to go again."
Mr. Tyme then went down to place his mouth to his shirt where his nipple was to then suck, type then lifted his head back to tense has his body bucked up.
"Damnit! Stop it!" He said through gritted teeth.
Mr. Tyme then peered his eyes up to then move himself back to eye over type.
"You truly are interesting. Ive been reading, researching into pregmans like yourself. By this point you're mind usually turns into a hot mess and all you seem to want is cum and yet you can fight so hard against this. I'm impressed."
Type flexed his jaw to then move his head down to look over Mr. Tyme.
"I am so much more then my body. I also am not gay! So get off!"
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes.
"You keep saying that, however I have seen and felt different."
Type darkly chuckled.
"My body only wants one thing from you, other then that I feel nothing for a sadistic, moronic, asshole like yourself and I want you to leave me the hell alone!"
Mr. Tyme made a bit of a pout to then place types hands into one above his head to then take a hand down to his shirt to go up to then go to his nipple to start to play with it.
Type sucked in an amount of air to then lift his head back to moan a bit.
Mr. Tyme then moved that hand down to lift up types shirt to then have his hand go to his one nipple to then move his head to the other to start to lick about to tease.
"Your mouth might have said all of that, however I can feel what you're body wants, and I do not believe it only wants my cum."
Types whole body shuttered has it was retrieving pleasure.
"I'm not...... Gay damnit!"
Mr. Tyme then moved his head up has he continued to play with one nipple to eye over type.
"Maybe.... Not fully, you could be bi. However none of that matters now."
Type made a confused face to then peer his eyes down.
"What?"
Mr. Tyme lightly laughed.
"Your my lover now."
Type rolled his eyes.
"I am not!"
Me. Tyme couldn't help but to laugh to then go to his body to start to kiss and lick.
Type gritted his teeth and hard has his body was trying to take over his rationality.
"Fuck! Stop! I..... Don't want this! I am not like those other slutty pregmans!"
Hearing the distain, mr. Tyme then moved his head up to look over type, to stop to play with his nipple.
"Have you've met another?"
Type took in deep breathes to then gulp to look to Mr. Tyme.
"Type..... Have you?"
Type signed to then look to the ceiling.
"Once. It..... Was after I found out what I was.....I heard about pregmans before, didn't piece it together for myself......I was coming home from school and...... To an alley......"
Type squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He couldn't understand why he was telling mr. Tyme this.
Mr. Tyme let go of types arms to then go back into his legs to really look at type.
"And?"
Type took in a deep breathe to then move up to place his shirt down to place his arms behind him to eye down with a face.
"He..... Didn't care, who it was, just wanted there..... There was just so many, the face he made, the faces they made and how much they all were enjoying it, I do not feel that way...."
"Is that why you fight hard against this?"
Type looked to Mr. Tyme.
"I am not gay, I am also not just what my body wants! I also want to be with someone I love."
Mr. Tyme darted his eyes over type to then move a bit closer to place a hand to his face, type signed to roll his eyes.
"How about, you do one thing for me."
Types eyes narrowed.
"What is that?"
"Just..... Let go, just for once. At least it'll help you figure out if your gay or not."
Type slowly hung his head to look down has Mr. Tyme moved his hand down by the finger tips to then place his warm hand to types cock that was very hard to then start to stroke him off while keeping in direct eye contact.
Type took in a deep breathe to then shake his head a bit has he looked back to mr. Tyme in anger.
Didn't you just hear when I said I don't feel what I saw that one pregman to......
Type signed has that wasent entirely true.
"I.....shit......mother fucking hate you!"
He couldn't help himself to move forward to then wrap his arms about to take him down, his body was wanting more.