in another universe, my heart stood a chance.
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It's a bad, bad night because you wouldn't be sneaking into @mxcna_mara's room (into his bed even) blitzed to fucking hell if it was a decent one. You try to be quiet, but your steps feel like they aren't really landing on the floorboards; and you lay yourself down beside him.
me, Niall."
You do your best to soothe him, to hold him as he falls back down from the high. Every single pulse you feel sends a wave of fondness, of satisfaction, of hunger. Your hand feels sticky.
"You're amazing," you whisper, "all I ever need. Just you, sweetheart.
words and the eager buck of his hips soothe your agitation. You pump faster, twist your hand, nip on his skin, anything to get him to sing for you. You want to kiss him so bad— he'd let you. He'd beg you for it. You just press your lips against his neck harder. It's difficult to
fathom why you would deprive both him and yourself of that, but you know you won't be able to stop once it happens.
"Give it to me," you say, heavy. "C'mon, come in my hand— it's enough, isn't it? You don't need anything else. Just this. Isn't that right?" | @mxcna_mara.
You place a kiss on @mxcna_mara's forehead, right after pulling him down (a little forcefully— you know he won't complain).
"Happy new year. I have a secret to tell you, so listen close."
is left for anyone or anything else.
You smear kisses after kisses on him, the message is clear: he doesn't have to be scared anymore. No one is running. Niall doesn't have to imagine how it is to be loved by you anymore, because (God fucking help us) he's convinced you that he
can take that kind of love. It will end in ruins but it is your and his ruins to make.
"Open up, baby," you whisper, as if sensing how unsteady he is— how shaken; your hand has moved from the collar of his shirt to hold his chin. "It's alright. We're alright." | @mxcna_mara.