We stand outside in warm, sticky evening air, each contemplating. He is leaning on the rail of the patio, and you take a drag from your cigarette, and close your eyes as you feel the toxins seep into your cells, and sigh softly. It fills you with a certain pleasure and pain simultaneously. You like both of them. You look over at him. He is so small, lithe and cat like, and his dyed-raven-black hair cascades down past his jaw line, just a little.
You walk up behind him and gently press the front of your body to his back. He moans softly in appreciation. He starts, “We should talk about the…” you turn him around by the shoulders, and push him up until he is sitting on the banister. The last traces of sunlight on the horizon are fading into black, a chill is creeping into the air, enhancing the thrill racing up your spine, and you press yourself close to him between his spread legs. “shhh, I don’t want to talk about anything tonight.” You run your lips slowly up his jaw, and hear his breathing accelerate. “I just want to have you in every way.” You pull on his ear lobe with your teeth, and then take another pull from the cigarette. You bring your lips close to his, teasingly close, and he opens his mouth in anticipation. You let the smoke drift from your mouth into his, and you see his pupils are dilating, as they tend to do when his brain is being overridden by lust. You know that you have this effect on him, and intend to use it to your every advantage. You lightly trace your fingers up his thigh, close to his groin. He whimpers in desire. You lean in close, close enough that you know your voice in his ear tickles, and your whisper in a rough and husky tone “I’m going to fuck you like a dirty animal”. And with that you kiss him. The teasing is over, as you both let your lust sweep aside any façade of self restraint.
Your tongue enters his mouth, and tangles with his own, and you pull him forward, crushing him to you.