I’ve just noticed that it’s gotten to a point where even sex with Carson can be a sad as fuck situation. What has been done?

      If you ever want a look into Dorian’s brain, just listen to this playlist.

tailofacoin:

   ”If you have to get drunk to fuck me, sure.” 

       “I don’t have to – it’s just more fun.”

tailofacoin:

      “Can’t fuck with no cock. Guess you’ll just have to do it.”

        “I have no issue with that, but why not get wasted first?”

tailofacoin:

      “Like, fuck, you should know the answer.”

       “Then come here, asshole.”

tailofacoin:

     Gulp. 

       “That’s not a fucking answer to the damn offer, Dorian.”

tailofacoin:

“Since my dick shrivelled up and died ‘cause I haven’t got laid in, like, a week.”

        “Easy solution to that, Dorian. Just man up and fuck me.”

tailofacoin:

“Someone buy me alcohol or fuck me. Tonight’s been, like, totally boring.”

        “I could always do both.”

tailofacoin:

   ”I feel like I’m on my period.”

      “Since when the fuck did you get a vagina?”

tailofacoin:

       The quietness that had overcome him for
       the past minute or so disappears with a
       drawn out keen. He rests his head backwards
       and looks down at the top of Carson’s head
       through hooded lids. Now he knows why they
       go fast and hard; because slow is too personal,
       too emotional, too much. He needs to anchor
       himself, so he grabs at his brother’s stupid hair
       and curls his fingers into it. His pulse is racing,
       his heart pounding. The drugs in his system
       work to put every nerve in his body on end.  

                                            “Oh God. Car— Carson.”

        A hum pushes from his lungs as his brother
        stutters out his name. Honestly, it may just be
        the most heart stopping thing he’s ever heard.
        He continued his process before shifting his
        tactics, lips moving from his cock to the smooth
        skin just above and between his hips, his nails
        grazing his thighs lightly. “You sound so damn
        gorgeous when you’re strung out and calling
        my name, Dorian. It’s the best fucking sound
        anyone could ever hear. All the little sounds
        I get to hear you make because of how you
        feel. Yeah, those sounds are what gets the
        whole fucking world crumbling at your feet.”