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Lennon Lewis doesn't feel quite alright. He is slowly but surely reaching for the stars with his rock band and is adored by everyone who meets him. He should be happy. But he's either too high or too low. The sweet relief is only tempora...
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Drugs keep them awake and horny until Sunday afternoon. When they can't fuck anymore, they cuddle. Or talk. The room is still very much dark, with thick curtains drawn, so they're not reminded that the world after all is not standing still.
A messy bed is their perfect world, they are sprawled lazily, for hours, coming down from a high but content. They made a universe for themselves where only they had access.
Lennon would run his finger slowly along William's jaw, neck, each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. William would watch his face while he did this. It seems more intimate than kissing him is.
Then they would kiss, sometimes slow, lazy, only brushing their warm lips, then passionately and dirty, tongues fighting for dominance. As they kiss William would roll Lennon over and lie on top of him, Lennon running fingers down his spine.
Lennon's mind feels like it's floating on a fluffy cloud. These kisses are his salvation and his torment. He will die with the memory of them on his lips, he is sure.
Lennon would get hard usually after William whispers what would he do to him, how hard he would fuck him next or how he loved the image of his cock in Lennon's perfect mouth. He thinks his filthy mouth is a side of William that nobody else knows but Lennon and that's why it gets him every time. To the world, he is proper and perfectly behaved but with him, he is this lewd sex-crazed beast.
After those whispers William's finger would trace the contour of Lennon's rosy parted mouth. It is evident to Lennon that William particularly loves this part of his face, he always seems to touch his mouth, kiss it or stare at it. His beauty mark too.
Lennon finds himself lost in these simple caresses and the raw desire in William's eyes. Will he kiss him again? Will he let him lick that finger? He had gone mad for sure. But William reads his mind and inserts the forefinger in Lennon's mouth, making him suck it, then slowly pulls it out. They both moan hungrily. Lennon is intoxicated - he is intoxicating William, but it doesn't matter. Nothing would matter after this
*
"Stay another night," William says at one point, somewhere in between kissing and biting the insides of Lennon's thighs.
"I don't think I can get hard again." He looks and feels absolutely wrecked but has a giant grin on his face, just lying there, catching his breath after another orgasm.
"We don't have to have sex." His fingers come crawling over Lennon's stomach, while his head rests on his thigh. "Stay."
"What about...?" He can't say the name. "I mean, isn't this suspicious?"
"She's not here, she's in Scotland for a few days, on a photoshoot for Vogue or something." The fingers are now dipping in splatters of cum there, slowly spreading it out across his stomach.
