It’s obvious he wants her too by the tent in his pants. His pupils are blown open, vulnerable, and he cups her breasts in each hand before nuzzling between them, leaving a trail of gentle love bites in his wake.
stress relief
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
His gaze was drawn to every bit of skin that she revealed to him, mouth watering with anticipation. Techie’s fingers, a little cold at the tips, caressed her back and then slipped under her bra hook, his eyes asking for permission to undo the clasp.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
He shivered, blown-wide pupils fixed on Sarah’s kiss swollen lips. “I’m c-clean, okay? And I got, um, condoms.” Techie ran his fingers through her hair and sucked soft on her neck, leaning his hips towards hers.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
Techie breathes a sigh of relief and takes her hand, the momentary touch of her skin electrifying. His blood pulses loud in his ears, drowning out even the loud music in the dim bar as he’s led away.
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Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
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…Brother?
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His expression is absolutely incredulous as he forces his way through the crowded bar, uncaring of whom he jostled or just how many stains he collected on his pristine, woolen coat.
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My God, you’re… What are you doing here?
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Techie jumps up from the counter, horrified, and tries to duck into the crowd. This can’t be happening! All he can think is a stream of “holy shit holy shit holyshitholySHIT!”
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
Helplessly, all he could do was nod, enthusiastic about the idea. Alone with a beautiful woman? Hell yes. Maybe not his preferred gender, but she made him feel safer. Less guarded. “Wh-where d’you wanna go?” he asks Sarah, color high on his cheeks. He doesn’t have anywhere to go, so hopefully she’ll say something other than his house.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
Blood rushed so fast up to his cheeks so fast he saw stars. Techie leaned into the kiss even more, mesmerized, and closed his eyes. Her lips felt divine! When they pulled apart for air, he felt jittery and strung up, but in a good way. “B-by all means, go ahead!” he laughed, and went in for another kiss.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”
“No thank you,” she chimed. “Can’t have alcohol” she pointed at her scar “my heart”. She led to the back where she had been sitting. “What about you? Would you like something?” She felt stupid for saying no, embarrassed that she couldn’t drink. That was probably what he was there for. Still, her blush was obvious. “I love your eyes”
Techie grimaced. He’d been an alcoholic some time ago, and a relapse in a place like this was easier than breathing. “I… I sh-shouldn’t be drinking either,” he admitted, and thought, guilty, of the little sip of beer he’d been having before.
He was taken aback at her compliment, too. “My eyes…?” Techie fought the sudden urge to check if they were still those clunky implants in the frosted window by his left. It was so dirty that it didn’t make sense to try.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”
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