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Keith knew he'd regret this later. He'd regret the hot breath against his neck, the teeth imprinting into the skin. He'd regret the bruises and swollen lips. He'd regret each and every part of this, but it felt too good to stop.

Slick lips press against his own for the hundredth time, tongue slips into his mouth and explores the wet cavern. Hands tangle in his hair and tug lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from his lips.

Navy eyes open as the lips pull away. They meet with blue and saliva coated lips.

"Want more?" The voice belonging to the blue eyes beauty asks.

Keith nods, afraid to speak. Afraid his voice will shake. It didnt matter cause those perfect lips were back on his own.

A knee pressed between his thighs, a hand resting on his throat. The thumb rubs soothing circles along one of the bruised teeth marks.

They pull away again, breathing labored. The room is hot and the air thick.

They were desperate for something, anything to take away their thoughts. To take away the pain they both felt. Even just for one night.

Cocks strain against the jean material of their pants. It ached, but they were too preoccupied with kissing to even bother with taking them off.

"Please..." Keith's voice shakes, his lips trembling. He looks up to the male, teary eyed and desperate.

"Please?" The male's voice is smooth, not a single hint of being nervous in it.

"Fuck me." Keith breathes, cheeks flushed cherry red. His lips slick with saliva and red from the fervor of the kiss.

"Is that what you really want?"

"Yes...God yes." Keith whispers, desperation shining through. He didn't care, he could be vulnerable in bed. It didn't matter, only he would see him like this.

"So eager."

"Please, I need you."

"How much?"

"So much...I need you so bad, please."

"Strip and get yourself ready."

This wasnt just some strange man. Keith knew his name, yet he wouldn't dare speak it. Right then he was nothing, no name. Just a quick fuck.

He meant nothing to Keith.

Keith strips from his layers of clothing, his turtle neck long gone so the male could bite each bit of skin that he pleased. His jeans get thrown aside with his socks and boxers leaving him in the nude.

"Should I stretch myself or are you gonna do it?" Keith asks nervously.

"I just said get yourself ready, did I not?" The male scoffs.

"I- sorry." Keith mumbles, reaching for the lube before he begins to prep himself.

His fingers slip in and out of himself, breath shaking at the pleasure. He pants, eyes half lidded.

"Hurry the hell up." The voice comes out as a growl.

"I'm trying." Keith huffs.

When Keith is finished, hands grab his ankles. They're rough and calloused from years of farm work. They pull his body to the edge of the bed, a yelp coming from his lips from the sudden movement.

"I'm gonna make you feel this for weeks."

"Please."

So much begging, he sounded so desperate just to be touched. It was honestly pathetic. All this was, was a quick fuck, so why was he so desperate for it.

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