Perttu pulled back to rest his head against the cushion of the sofa as he let out a loud, throaty moan. Eicca attacked the exposed skin of his friend’s throat with his teeth, provoking pants and whimpers from the man mewling in pleasure beneath him — The hickey that would be left there would be marvelous. “T-This didn’t happen last time.” The smaller hissed through tightly gritted teeth. His desire for the blonde was somewhere in the atmosphere, and he was too clouded by lust to even think of anything else.…
He would stand, shoulders hunched and eyebrows furrowed, in front of the mirror for the longest time, primping and preening himself to flawlessness; wholly disappointed in what he saw. He’d quickly grow frustrated with himself, hating himself for the way he looked. He’d glare disgustedly at every mirror, sometimes even at the translucent image reflected onto plain glass, no matter how long he’d stand in front of it. Failure and misery would bubble up in his stomach. He would never let it out; he would swallow it down and force it to be quiet. Desperately, he’d ignore the silent screams self-hatred that swelled and merged throughout his entire being, that seemed to get louder and louder with each passing glance.…