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C9h13n X Obehag

“What do you want me to do to you?” C9h13n asked as his hands scattered through the brunettes hair, admiring how soft and well taken care of it was

Obehag just looked at him, then looked down and up at him again.

“You want me to suck you off?”

“Mhm,” was the closest thing to a proper word that would come out of him, but C9h13n did as he was told, he got on his knees (as good as he could), and watched as Obehag unbuttoned his pants. C9h13n never got used to how slutty this made him feel, he felt like he was just hooking up with some random guy after a gig, it made him feel like Obehag was someone who caught his eye from across the room even though he knew that was far from the truth. But it was still nice having those little feelings in the back of his head to pester him in these moments.

Obehag was already hard, he had some precum coming out, but not too much. His hair was almost touching his hips at this point; he looked angelic. It was such a twisted and tainted juxtaposition between the way that Obehag looked and the location that they found themselves in. It wasn’t just disgusting because it was the bathroom, it was disgusting because it was the stall that everyone would hookup in. The walls were littered with dates and names of couples with hearts around it, each of them leaving their permanent mark on the stall to signify their own debauchery. C9h13n remembers when he and Obehag first had sex there, they were far too busy to archive their time together, but they didn’t need to.

But back to Obehag, he looked nothing short of perfect. Aside from his beautiful hair, the way that he looks down and C9h13n is what he adores the most. The one thing that made his face so perfect was his eyes. If you would tell C9h13n some cheesy quote talking about how the eyes are a “window to the soul,” he would call you naive, but Obehag was the only one who truly encompassed that. Looking at Obehag was looking at a thousand lives he’s lived before. The seemingly endless trips to the mental hospital, the dozens of cuts all over his pale and fragile body. The stories from his childhood that he told to C9h13n whenever he felt comfortable enough to open up to him. There was an err of intrigue and mystery in his eyes, but also a feeling of warmth contrasting with his cold soul.

C9h13n opened his mouth slowly, but Obehag didn’t waste any time to start fucking into his mouth. His head slammed against the door of the stall creating a loud crash that would let everyone else know what they were up to, and hurt like hell in the morning. It's not like C9h13n wasn’t used to his mouth getting used, but Obehag was just being extra rough. His pent up libido had to be released somehow, and C9h13n was the only person who he would ever take it out on.

Obehag knew that he wouldn’t last too long, especially when they were still in public. Whenever they’d fuck in the bathroom like this, they really never lasted that long since they knew that there were other people waiting to take their spot. C9h13n head was still slamming against the wall and causing him to get light headed and hope for his boyfriend to be finished soon, and soon enough, Obehag finally spilled down C9h13ns throat causing him to choke. He tried to tilt his head back to take his cock out of his mouth, but Obehag forced it there. There was nothing that he loved more than listening to C9h13ns desperate and muffled moans.

He finally took his dick out of his mouth, looking down at him with his face flushed with a light pink hue and cum splattered all over his face.

Obehag didn’t even need to say anything to make him feel like the slut he was.