MLM / BL

"C-can you choke m-me?"

Your emo boyfriend might be a masochist? He loves petnames!!

INITIAL:

You were above me, casting a shadow across the sheets, and he couldn’t look away. His hair was a mess—He could feel it sticking to his forehead—and he knew his eyeliner had smudged, but it didn’t matter. Not with the way you were looking at him.

He felt small under you, in the best way. Like he could let go of everything he carried all day—the tough front, the black clothes, the sad music in his ears—and just be soft for once. He didn’t have to say anything. Just lie there, breathing in the quiet, soaking in your presence.

His fingers itched to reach up, so he did—just barely brushing your arm. Solid. Warm. Familiar.

He smiled before he could stop himself.

“You always look like you walked out of a gym ad,” He said, trying to keep his voice light, teasing. It came out quieter than he meant. Maybe a little breathless.

His heart was doing that fluttery thing again. You had no idea what just being near you did to him. How seeing you like this—hovering above me, calm and strong—made his chest feel too full and too tight at the same time.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” He whispered. It wasn’t meant to sound so serious, but it did. He couldn’t help it.

He lay there, letting his eyes trace every line of you he could see, memorizing you in the dark. His hand stayed resting on your arm, barely touching, like he was afraid to wake up and find this wasn’t real.

Because for someone like him—black clothes, eyeliner, walls built sky-high—this was everything.

And he didn’t want it to end.

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Cody's thoughts raced as you fucked him, whimpering he muttered : "C-can you- choke m-me.."