Let me be...

Your favorite dream

The feeling of smooth fingers touching every inch of his skin makes him shiver.

It doesn't matter how hard he tries to silence his moans; Corey always ends up giving in.

Wet lips and sharp teeth continue to make purple hickeys on his neck, but he loses it when that mouth is lowered all the way to his hips. Then, his inner thigh is also victim of such lustful action. 

His legs shake even more as the soft breath provided by Dark stops warming his sensitive skin.

Then, Corey opens his eyes, regretting that decision immediately.

The Irish wakes up to a bright bedroom and a noisy cellphone. He clumsily turns off the alarm and gets up from his bed, the mattress gnashing to his every movement.

The place he calls home is very small; only one bedroom, one bathroom and a living room that connects to the kitchen. There was a bigger apartment nearby, but the nights with Dark made him lose almost everything, including his own sanity.

Repentance is hard to find though. There is just no room for it when his mind is filled with images of sin and sounds that make him hard with just remembering. Not even the early colors of the sky can keep him from rushing in the bathroom every morning just to release the pain in his briefs. His body is tired, but his soul has never felt so alive.

Something kills Corey's energy daily and returning to the fake illusion of being wanted helps him get through it.

Tracing his fingers over the hickeys helps him smile in the mirror while putting on a suit.

Remembering a kiss helps him drive to work in a good mood.

Recalling a low voice helps him with his anxiety when he has to talk in front of a group.

Looking at the old messages helps him daydream while his co-workers argue in the background.

Only a sweet voice gets his complete attention. Not exactly because of who it belongs to, but because of the seriousness it holds.

"Corey, are you ok?" The dark-haired woman asks with concern.

"I'm fine, Jess." The Irish answers with a fake smile that his friend buys easily.

"How were your classes today?"

"Good." Corey says shortly, fear starting to make its way in his mind. "I have to go. See you tomorrow." He concludes before exiting the room at a quick pace, his portfolio rocking back and forth until he stops in his tracks.

His eyes look carefully at the building he's come to hate for the last few months.

Jess is the only sane person in his opinion. The rest are empty humans with broken dreams; just like him.

The difference is that he hasn't found light in the same place the others have looked for.

Being a teacher itself isn't bad for him. Even though his title hangs from a wall uselessly, his profession isn't the main thing he loathes about his life but the fact that he's ended up working in a Catholic school.

Of all the places, he had always wondered why there.

He was a religious boy indeed, but his beliefs weakened when everything he had hold onto started judging him.

What he was, it had to be hidden; even from himself.

The thoughts, the desires that were kept back in the past now flow smoothly in his brain as the monster he has always tried to control drags him to hell once more, making him forget about the world as they pass through crowded streets and empty hallways just to stop in a bedroom.

His chest feels a pain that indicates this isn't a dream like those he experiences in restless nights. A pain that only exists when his skin touches Dark's. Because he knows it only lasts minutes and the need remains like ashes after a devastating fire.

"Hi, Angel." A low voice greets against Corey's jawline, his body pressed against the wall.

"Dark." He whispers back, feeling the other's smile dangerously close to his lips.

The only thing his blue eyes see is that perfect body he always dreams about leaned over him after he's laid down on the bed.

His hands take fistfuls of red hair as Dark's teeth leave marks on his collarbone.

Although he relentlessly looks for the American's gaze, the brown eyes never land on his. 

And the heat in their stomachs is only there to intensify the ache in their chests.

Their mouths hang open and their eyes close painfully.

The sheets, a mess below their naked and hot bodies.

Corey finally realises that it isn't love what he feels whenever his lips connect with Dark's.

It is relief, freedom, comfort.

However, he still can't control his body's demands.

His legs shake in anticipation as his toes curl nervously.

However, Dark's intention is to just stare at his skinny, pale body instead of f*****g him right away.

Why? He couldn't stop to think about it. At least not until granting whatever sinful wish escaped from Angel's throat.

"f**k me." He requests, his blue eyes still shut and his c**k hard against the red-haired man's thigh.

After shaking his head, the older ends up giving in, his heart beating at the same pace as Corey's heavy breaths.

His twitching fingers dig at each side of his thin waist as his hair falls absentmindedly on his client's sweaty forehead.

Then, with no desire of wasting more time, he lifts his leg gently while applying lube in his entrance.

The Irish man moans between gritted teeth as his companion positions himself between his legs, ready to feel his insides.

Dark feels the other man pushing down on him, causing him to hit the same spot over and over, sending shivers to every inch of their bodies.

"You like that?" The older asks menacingly, pulling from his green hair roughly.

The wingless angel responds with simple groans and curses through the night, making every other host at the hotel jealous of whatever paradise they're visiting after each thrust.

"Harder." Corey says, right before exhaling heavily and creating a chaotic reality around them.

Dark soon reaches the orgasm and comes inside his client before covering the body underneath him body with his own.

The American cleans their bellies with the sheets before tossing them aside and laying back down on the bed.

Even though the weather in Ireland is still bad, there's no need to cover themselves. The heat created when Corey breaths calmly against Dark's chest is enough to keep them warm.

Although there's no need to jerk off once Corey wakes up, his heart hurts after noticing that the body he wants the most isn't next to him anymore and that he may never have another pair of eyes that will get blinded by the sunlight alongside with his.