⎯⎯ ୨ time check: 9:34 o'clock in the morning. ░ ╰🎐꒰ ꒱ Mid-length white hair in a hime-cut; sky-blue eyes— sharp but witty. undoubtedly, this was Shantelle.

Another day lives for another pain. That may not be the case for some, but for Shantelle? it is a day where he'll probably commit violence. His patience was wearing thin, bit by bit and he'll definitely snap. It is a day to inflict pain, and he'll make sure those people will suffer his wrath. "Those people" he meant were the flies that flocked over his boyfriend like as if they had the rights to do that. I mean, he's the boyfriend here so why're they ignoring him when he's literally just standing next to his boyfriend— or so he thought. He was standing next to the other, but when people came swarming over, he was swept beside and now stood from the farthest back. those fucking bugs! who do they think they are latching on my man like some kind of a leech?! He was actually expecting that this would just be a day for them both couples to enjoy, shopping groceries and then going home peacefully and cook, and then maybe fuck on the table after— but he really did not expect that this is how it'd turn out. Shantelle was mad, then that turned into jealousy, and fell into sulking. He was extremely upset that the dampen mood around him was completely noticeable. He leaned against one of the shelves beside, arms crossed and his lips pulled into a deep pout. "...hmph, fine. Fucking busy yourself with them and forget about me, dumbass." He grumbled, frowning while stealing glances at his boyfriend stuck in the middle of the crowd.

He glanced up just in time to see his boyfriend walking over, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips before it quickly slipped into a frown. "Oh, look who's finally free for me," he drawled, tone laced with venom and bitterness as he forced himself to stand upright despite wanting nothing more than to sink back into the shelf behind him. "Forgot about your boyfriend there for a moment?"

"Shan..." Justin reached out to cup his cheek, fingers gentle but firm. "Don't be like that, I wasn't ignoring you." A sigh escaped him. "I just thought it was nice for everyone to talk and get to know each other." "Well if it meant leaving me out of the fun, then maybe they shouldn't have bothered," he snapped, jerking his head away from Justin's touch. "They didn't even ask if I wanted to join in or not."

"Yeah, you better," he muttered, reluctantly leaning into the touch as his cheeks flushed crimson. "And promise me you'll never talk to them like that again." Her hand moving through his hair elicited a soft hum from him before he finally stepped closer and looped an arm around Justin's waist, nuzzling his face against the crook of his neck, not quite ready to forgive him just yet. "And make sure they don't get any ideas about you liking them better either."

"Shan..." Justin began with a sigh, voice soothing even though he knew it shouldn't be. "They were just being nice and polite. You know I only have eyes for you, right?" He kissed the top of his head gently before pulling him in closer, wrapping an arm around his slim waist as well. "You're my Shan, my baby."

His boyfriend's words had him wanting to melt into Justin, but he forced himself to keep up the tough front even though it was slowly crumbling away under the weight of his emotions. "Yeah, yeah..." He grumbled, rolling his eyes before biting down on his lower lip and forcing out a quiet, "Fine."

"Food?" He glanced up at his boyfriend, tilting his head slightly to the side as if confused. "Uh-huh...food." He muttered, suddenly feeling hungry after realizing that they hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Well, it was only natural for him to want food when he woke up on an empty stomach. Pouting slightly, he followed Justin into the store, still nuzzled against his boyfriend's neck. "But we haven't picked out a nice place to have our date yet..."

Shantelle pursed his lips at the mention of staying home, a part of him wanting to protest and demand they go somewhere special...but then again, another part of him liked the idea of being pampered by Justin. "I guess..." he mumbled at last, still unsure whether or not he was fully convinced. "We could order takeout instead?" He suggested tentatively, feeling slightly better about that option. It'd save them some money and they could still enjoy their meal in a nice setting. Plus, there were some restaurants that Justin liked which didn't deliver to where Shantelle lived, so...

"Got a hard-on for vegetables now, do you?" Shantelle drawled, rolling his eyes despite the slight flush that crept up his cheeks at the suggestive gesture. "That's disgusting, you know." He made a face and glanced away before looking back at Justin with an unimpressed expression. "But I guess if we're gonna order takeout, I can live with that."

"Good!" His boyfriend grinned, seemingly undeterred by his reaction. "Now let's find the rest of what we need." They continued down the aisles, gathering ingredients for their meal while Shantelle reluctantly followed, still unhappy about how everything had turned out but trying his best not to show it too much.

After finally getting all they needed, Justin added a couple more things he thought Shantelle might like before leading the way to the checkout counter. "So," he began as they waited in line, nudging Shantelle with his elbow. "What do you feel like ordering? There's this really nice new place that opened up nearby...I could pick that if you want?"

"Well..." Shantelle leaned against his boyfriend, idly playing with a loose thread on the man's shirt as he thought about it. "You could make something sweet for me tonight," he murmured at last, gaze fixed on Justin's lips. It wasn't like he didn't trust Justin to make anything delicious, but there was just something about having his boyfriend focus entirely on him that sent shivers down his spine. "Maybe some chocolate mousse or something?" He smiled hopefully, tilting his head up to meet Justin's eyes.

His boyfriend blushed lightly at the suggestion before leaning in to place a kiss on Shantelle's forehead. "I could make that," he murmured softly before glancing back towards the cashier they were currently standing behind. "Shouldn't we be paying for all this soon?"

Shantelle shrugged, not really caring about much else at the moment except for the warmth of Justin's touch against his skin. He let out a content sigh and looped an arm around his boyfriend's waist, holding onto him tightly, as if afraid that he might disappear if he ever let go. "Mmm...we could do that," he murmured lazily, eyes still on Justin as they slowly made their way to the front of the line.

"Home sweet home..." Shantelle murmured as he stepped over the threshold, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite the earlier argument. "Mhm, it's nice and warm." He snuggled closer to Justin, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning against him as they shrugged out of their shoes and hung them up by the door. It felt good to be back in their little haven after spending time outside with all those strangers. Even if things hadn't gone exactly as planned, it was still...comfortable.

"Wanna go start on dinner?" Justin asked quietly, eyes flickering down to where Shantelle's hand rested on his hip before meeting his gaze again. A faint blush stained the younger man's cheeks at the silent invitation and he could feel himself hardening beneath his clothes in response. "Or..." He trailed off suggestively, grinning slowly as he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair behind Shantelle's ear. "We could do something else first?"

Shantelle felt his heart race at the thought of 'something else', and before he even realized it, he was nodding eagerly. "Yeah...let's do that," he whispered back, breath hot against Justin's lips as their faces drew closer together in anticipation. He leaned forward, lips parting ever so slightly as his tongue traced the outline of Justin's jaw, teeth nipping lightly at his earlobe in a sharp caress. "I could use some...alone time with you."

Shantelle moans into the kiss, his body reacting instinctively to Justin's touch as he arches into it, hips gyrating beneath the firm hands. "Mmm..." He breathes out shakily, lips still moving against Justin's before they part in a growl. "And what kind of punishment would that be...?"

His eyes gleam with mischief as he nibbles on his bottom lip, teasingly biting down as he leans forward, pressing the lower half of his body against Justin's obvious arousal. His hips jerk upwards in a silent invitation for more contact, his fingers digging into the skin of his boyfriend's waist as he feels himself growing hard beneath their clothes as well. "I think...you should show me just how bad you want it."

Frowning in concentration, Shantelle tries to ignore the thrill that runs through him at Justin's rough command and the feel of his strong hands on his face. But he can't help it; there's something so addicting about submitting completely to his boyfriend like this, about knowing that Justin is in control and will take what he wants when he wants it.

With a shaky breath, Shantelle slowly sinks down onto his knees before lowering himself down until he's sitting on the cold floor with his legs spread wide apart, hands clasped tightly behind his back. He tilts his head up to meet Justin's gaze defiantly, challenging him even as his heart races and every nerve ending sings in anticipation of what's to come.

Shantelle's eyes widen at the thought of his beautiful face being covered in cum, his lips parting on a soft gasp as he realizes just how aroused he is by this idea. A shudder runs through him, and involuntarily his hips begin to rock forward, searching for contact with Justin's hand even through layers of denim. "P-please..." He breathes out roughly, arching his back and pressing his chest upward as he offers himself completely. "Hurt me...use me..." His voice is raw and desperate, barely more than a whisper now.

His boyfriend's touch on his jaw was much more assertive, rougher even than he expected. It stung, but in a good way, sending sharp streaks of desire racing through him. He feels himself growing wet between his legs as the need to please Justin overwhelms him, his thoughts consumed by nothing but their shared intimacy and the thrill of being used so roughly by the one person who understands just how dirty he can be.

His eyes flicker up to meet Justin's as he takes in the sight of his bare cock, thick and hard with need. A shudder runs through him at the idea of having it thrust so roughly into his throat, but there's something about the possessive tone in Justin's voice that sends another jolt of desire straight to his core. He licks his lips nervously before leaning forward, hands still clasped tightly behind his back, and extends his tongue to wet the head of Justin's cock, tentatively lapping at the sensitive skin with a soft moan escaping him.

"Fuck..." Justin growls, gripping Shantelle's hair roughly as he begins to push forward, forcing the tip of his cock into the other man's mouth. With one thrust after another, he fills Shantelle's throat, each inch that disappears down his throat sending a sharp stab of pleasure through him, making it impossible not to gag and writhe under Justin's relentless assault. The feeling of being owned and used like this is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and as Justin begins to fuck his mouth with even more force, Shantelle finds himself on the brink of orgasm, moaning and mewling around Justin's cock as the pleasure overwhelms him.

Shantelle gasps and coughs around Justin's cock as he's roughly manhandled, his mouth filling with the taste of him. The sensation is incredibly overwhelming but in a good way, like nothing he's ever experienced before. He wraps his lips tightly around Justin's length, trying to match the rough rhythm that his boyfriend sets as best he can while arching his back and pressing himself further up against him. Every thrust forces more air out of his lungs, but he welcomes the pain as much as the pleasure, relishing in the dominance that Justin exudes with every single move.

"Mhm...lick me..." Justin groans, hips jerking roughly as Shantelle takes him deeper down his throat. "Lick my-fuck-tasty cum out of your mouth!" he growls before slamming into his boyfriend's throat one last time, the head of his cock brushing against the back of Shantelle's tongue as he erupts inside him, hot and thick.

Shantelle struggles to swallow all of Justin's release, eager to taste every drop that spills from his lover's spent length. His mouth fills with the salty flavor of cum, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his body as he licks and sucks greedily on the last of Justin's seed, relishing in their shared intimacy even as his boyfriend begins to regain control of himself.

Shantelle pants, eyes wide and glazed over with desire as he gazes up at his boyfriend through a haze of damp hair. He looks positively delicious in this state, lips swollen and red from their rough encounter, cheeks flushed and skin glistening with sweat. Despite feeling drained himself, another surge of arousal curls through Justin's body at the sight of Shantelle so thoroughly used and satisfied beneath him.

With a raspy groan, he reaches down to palm his still semi-hard length, beginning to stroke it slowly as he watches Shantelle lick and suck on his spent cum with eager abandon. It's not often that Justin gets to see Shantelle like this - so needy and submissive - but when he does, it's enough to drive him wild. He smiles crookedly, leaning in to press a soft kiss against the other man's forehead before whispering huskily, "I think I want to try that again..."

Shantelle's eyes widen and he gags as Justin pushes his fingers deeper into his mouth, playing with his tongue as he expertly stretches it farther than he ever thought possible. He whimpers around the intrusion, feeling every fingertip branding him as belonging to Justin. "Mmmh..." His voice comes out raw and shaky from the pleasure-pain of having his mouth so thoroughly violated.

It's only when he feels his boyfriend's cock slide smoothly back into his mouth that he realizes what Justin has planned for him this time. He wraps his lips tightly around Justin's length, moaning as the hot flesh presses against the back of his throat, and begins to bob his head up and down in eager agreement, his hands gripping at nothing but air as he offers himself completely.

Shantelle's eyes water and burn as they begin to sting from the lack of air, but he doesn't dare protest. It feels too good to have his body used so roughly like this, to feel so completely owned by Justin. He arches his back, pushing further onto his boyfriend's cock in an attempt to ease the pain in his throat as he continues to suck and lick at every inch of flesh that slides past his lips.

His hands clench into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft skin beneath his palms as he pushes back against Justin's hold on his head, desperate for more contact even as it makes breathing nearly impossible. The sharp stabs of pleasure that shoot through him are becoming more frequent now, his body beginning to tense and tremble as he hurtles towards orgasm under the harsh treatment of his boyfriend.

"Justin..." His voice is little more than a ragged whisper, barely audible even to himself over the sounds of their slapping skin and wet sucking noises. He's close, so unbearably close, but he doesn't want it to end just yet...not until Justin lets him have everything he can take.