am i going crazy, or am i just crazy for you?

dead leaves

Jaewoo nearly lost his composure and physical body the moment he finally got to touch this beauty, but hearing the gasps of begs rippling from underneath him broke everything within him. Any flash of ideas for causing the smaller one torment were swallowed whole by the immense wave of ecstasy rushing from the pit of his stomach down toward his dick. "Nngh-!" was all that could come out of (his mouth, that is) the undead boy-- an inconceivable amount of cum spilled onto the sweat soaked sheets, transferred first from the elder and now currently leaking out of the smaller boy. In a flustered panic, the ghost dissipated moments after climax; Jaewoo's entire being was suddenly slipping through the prostitute, bed, and floor.

Perhaps his soul could finally leave this earth with just how embarrassing this all was, as he felt as though he had died all over again. Speed was never something Jaewoo dealt with, whether in sports or the bedroom, it could count as a curse and a blessing. That is until tonight. Now a lone soul wandering around, naked and afraid, absconding into the void that was his own thoughts. Had... had the angel told him to hurt him? Had he got overly excited at the idea of someone wanting pain? Was the angel truly living up to the golden standard of prostitutes and their deep seeded (literally) issues? Who knew. The only thing Jaewoo could do was to let out a shaky sigh as he was trying to pull on a nearby forgotten pair of slacks to no avail. Much like the angel, he really was fucked.

use me, hurt me

Pleasure was rippling throughout Kyle's body. The ghost was touching him just right, just the way he wanted, and he couldn't resist moving his hips along with the motion. Losing his composure, Kyle was a mess. A panting, hot, whining mess. He wanted more, more, more. The fallen angel hadn't felt such arousal in a very long time, not since Audrey. And now this stranger was even working up Kyle enough to rival the best lover he had ever had.

Watching the man's expression amused Kyle. Confident, but a small amount of hesitance in how he reacted. Almost awe-struck but still keeping a cool facade. But Kyle could sense the excitement, the hunger in him. Hidden deep, as if hiding it, but definitely there. Definitely getting off on Kyle's horny desperation. Not only the touch, but the feeling of being wanted was turning him on more than he could grasp. But Kyle wanted to return the favor, wanted to get him as desperate as he was.

Sparks and tingles began to rush through him, and Kyle knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer. But as Kyle began to gasp and whimper, nearing climax, the stranger ran his finger up his length before taking it away suddenly. Blood coursing fast, the denial only made him long for more. He didn't take the time to let himself feel teased. Instead, he hungrily rolled to straddle the man, gripping the collar of his jacket tight and pressed his lips against his. Kyle was growing more amorous, more needy with the kiss. Hips pressed against the pelvis of his partner and increased the friction against his jeans.

"Oh, my god... Please, hurt me, use me as you want... Please, please." Between breaths, Kyle let the pleas slip through his lips.

you make me thirsty

A shudder trembled Jaewoo to the core, lighting so many senses that he nearly had forgotten ever existed to begin with. His body was aflame with desire, arousal, and feeling. A bit hard to place exactly why, but this angel stood out to him and that was all Jaewoo needed to justify his growing hunger for the beautiful one. Playfulness was something he had always had, but this time instead of merely dashing off minutes into the game, this would be a match he could play for hours.

If there was any tiny voice inside his head making him doubt his own sexuality, it was immediately doused by a combination of "who cares?" and "he's beautiful". Moments later, he found himself already beside the angel on the bed, crawling atop him. With his body growing more and more corporeal by the second, Jaewoo took complete advantage of this fact and began to ravish the smaller boy. But where to start? Hands wandered immediately to the pelvic region, with no belts or buttons to undo it was quite easy to start at the inner thigh and slide further and further up, acknowledging the hardening cock with ease. Christ.. he could feel himself already so worked up, wanting to escape the shackles of clothing and already be inside this boy. Going months and months without feeling anything more than light amusement really was getting to him, and he felt like he had been roaming the Sahara with no form of hydration in sight. But there the angel was, a sparkling pond in which Jaewoo could drink in its entirety.

His mind had wandered a bit he didn't take note of all the precum beginning to leak from the smaller boy until it nearly coated his own hand, undead and living truly mixing in harmony. A low moan escaped his throat as he felt his own dick quiver at the mess, the most beautiful mess in the world- both in terms of the used boy and in terms of the cum. Hm.. could he..? Placing his fingers to mouth to satisfy his own curiosity, it seemed as though he could indeed taste the boy, and that delighted him, eliciting a stronger moan this time.

excitement

Kyle held his breath as the blanket from around him dropped, leaving him vulnerable and nude in front of the stranger. This man was a charmer. And though many had tried to impress Kyle with pickup lines or overcompensated charisma, this was the first time in a long while that he felt goosebumps rise on his skin. He wasn't sure if it was because of the hot way the man leaned in closer and gazed at him with piercing silver eyes or because he was in the presence of a ghost. But it didn't matter to Kyle. It mattered to him that the ghost was making him feel something other than sore and tired.

With a fluttering heart in his chest, Kyle tried to keep his calm and channel the seductive persona within him. Kyle had never really felt sexy, or confident within himself. He was awkward, shy, and way too emotional. But he knew Hector would be angry if he didn't at least try, and even more afraid of embarrassment, Kyle was afraid of Hector.

The angel lifted his gaze from the floor and pulled himself very close to the man before him. Kyle went in flirtatiously to skim his forearm gently, but before his fingertips could meet his skin, the ghost pulled away teasingly. He felt his confidence drop, but persevered. Kyle reached for the man's hip, but was again left wanting. Frustration welled up in him; all he wanted was to make this man as crazy as he was making him. And yet there was something teasing about his denial, so Kyle tried a different approach.

He took a step back and began to caress his own body. He traced his curves lightly with his fingers, putting on a show. But he began to imagine it was the stranger's hands all over him, and he felt his arousal building. He closed his eyes and enjoyed his imagination, shuddering and moaning softly. But it wasn't enough. Kyle needed him, needed to feel him. He opened his eyes, sleepy with desire and cocked his head.

"Oh, please touch me..." He breathed, before taking a seat on the bed. The yearning for the ghost's touch was growing strong, and Kyle nearly wanted to beg. He awaited the man's response with baited breath.

hauntingly beautiful

A sly grin overtook Jaewoo's expression, floating down subconsciously to meet the boy eye to eye for the first time properly. 'Wow.. what a whore..', was probably the dumbest thought he had to himself when he instantly remembered that they were at, in fact, a brothel. Days in and out, many takers had come and gone for this boy. Jaewoo almost wanted to be the one to stay, just to try things out for a while. Plus he could use someone to feel something solid again, and maybe the hole in his heart could be filled with screams of pleasure from his newfound "friend".

Mistaken for a customer, Jaewoo had no form of paying other than the "amazing" time they hopefully would have. Was it disgusting to dine and ditch? Absolutely. Perhaps not as bad as trying to feel something for the first time in your afterlife after dying in a fit of passion and broken hearts, but he could give things a shot. Besides, what's the worst they could do if they even could catch him? He was a bad bitch, you couldn't kill him twice.

"I wasn't waiting for very long.. just admiring the view," he flicked his eyes back up to the angel's after drinking him in from this close finally. After all, he didn't want to admit he had been here days on end watching in an odd voyeuristic fascination. Just as Jaewoo reached up to caress the back of the beautiful boy's head, his fingers went right through him. A scowl fixated upon his lips, now irritated that his powers, while useful, were acting up at the most inopportune moment. Before the other noticed, Jaewoo took to grabbing at the bedsheet now, this time actually succeeding and trying to pull it completely away as gently as possible. "I don't even have breath and you've taken it away from me.." he murmured, turning up the charm to 11 and hoping it would be enough to keep his power of touch activated like he wanted to, just so long as he could focus and feel intently enough to do so.