Marcos had no problems in staying naked even though Paris did. He seemed to want this, enjoy this, like he wanted to have something like this all along.Did it make Paris uncomfortable? It did. He wanted to ask the male if he knew what was going to happen, but it was also obvious Marcos didn't.He just seemed excited.Both males had stripped off their clothes, worn their respective headbands and pushed the tail up their asses, (for Paris it hurt like hell, but Marcos did it like he had done it many times. He hated it.)Now, they both knelt on all fours, their heads bent while vibrations went through every single nerve cell on their body.Their lips lingered on the high heeled boots of Alex who now had dark makeup on with her hair in an upright ponytail, a bust corset top and a leather skirt that brought out all the curves in her body they rarely ever saw.She was like a walking wet dream.They both knew not to speak, or make a sound. Each moan was muffled and each plea for them to org

Later, they were in a park, sitting under a tree with it's shade hovering over them. Alex in the middle, Paris by her right and Marcos laying on her lap while he used some crayons in his colouring book.Alex stayed quiet, hands moving through Marcos' hair. She hadn't said a word to Paris ever since they left the Ice Cream shop, and as much as he liked pissing her off, he didn't like silent treatment. "Alex, I—""Don't apologize," She didn't sound upset. Instead, she sounded calm. Like she wasn't surprised. "I understand why you must have thought I tricked you earlier, which I did in the beginning. I wanted Eros in littlespace so you'd get to know each other better, and I left you both alone, to get him comfortable with you, but not to mock you. Still, that's how we met? Your first impression on me, and how everyone sees me..."Paris sat erect. He didn't like the fact she was comparing him to everyone. He knew most people already treated her like they'd rather never see her, and he was

Andrea wasn't letting him go today.Marcos found out he had meant it figuratively. That after they went shopping for clothes he wanted Marcos to wear, for a party on Friday, and after, would let him go, their deal ending permanently.He had finally found a way to get out of his little space when he showered, sitting his bath tub when he was done and counting backwards. Alex usually joined him when he wanted to and he had tried calling her to join him but her phone was off.At first, he thought she was with Paris, but he killed the thought. Sunday was their day, right? So she wouldn't. He knew Alex. She wasn't like that.Besides, what would he tell her if she asked why he was doing it in his bathroom or why he couldn't just wait for her?. That he wanted her to get him out of his space because there was someone outside taking advantage of it? Today was Sunday. No one was supposed to be with him.And if she had come and seen him.—Honestly, he wasn't sure what he wanted anymore. For her

In the box was a black signet ring that a gold glowing gemstone on it while the inner part of the ring, around the band, were the engraving of the words et lux in tenebris lucet. "And light shines in darkness," She said, "I've wanted to give you this in a long time. You can breathe now. It's not a wedding ring." Hermes let out a breath before he looked at her. "How— It was you. That night..." "I'm hurt you don't remember, and glad I was the only one you used that horrible line on." "I did remember, looking at you now. You look... Different like this. And I looked for you, I did but I sort of thought you were older..." "I am. With five months." He rose an eyebrow at her. "Really?" "Does it matter?" Alex asked though she knew to someone like Paris, it probably did matter as she said, "Do you know why I give you this?" "Because you're a horrible gift giver that might have slightly improved?" "Because you proved to me, what it meant." She said, smiling now. "That on darkness, the

Don't watch me cry- Jorja Smith~Paris didn't see her for an extra week.Of course, he knew why she was absent but he couldn't exactly go look for her. He had tried messages, and calls, but she never replied. That didn't surprise him either. She never liked to do so in the beginning.Still, he had his reasons for fearing a face to face meeting. One being when Marcos had called him to pick him up at the Cathedral and Paris found him quiet, and red eyed. The male refused to say a word to him till they got to his house.The reason, was clearly obvious, and somehow Paris had known she would do something like that to him. Though Marcos had... Hurt her, he supposed. Doing what he did, but he hadn't done anything.He doubted she thought the same, another reason why he didn't attend her funeral. Paris wouldn't have taken it down easy, if she did like Marcos, and would have probably disrupted the whole thing, so for both their sakes, he stayed away.Except he wasn't sure how long he could d