❤️ Hey! I spent whole day at Aquapalace, I can't speak properly and I'm so exhausted. But here you go 😘

Alsoooo, biggest thank to:
@_CheerToBeQueer_
for sending me this amazing portrait of Delirious himself. It's perfect in every way. I absolutely love it, thank you again. ❤️

Enjoy ^.^
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I instinctively stood up, feeling my heart thump against my chest like a mad man. He watched me with his blue eyes, like a predator. I wanted to speak up, but my mouth was dry as Sahara, I couldn't even force myself to say a damn thing.

His lips curled into a half smile, making my legs weak. As he did one step closer to me, I backed away from him. My instinct was yelling at me to run away from this man, that he was dangerous and intimidating. My heart was screaming otherwise.

My whole body and my mind was in war. I was so happy to see him again, flattered his eyes were once again hungrily looking at me, but at the same time there were those cruel words resonating everywhere. That he didn't care.

As I was backing away from him I hit the table, supporting myself so I didn't fell. The moment my eyes returned back to him, he was already standing in front of me. There wasn't any chance to escape, there weren't any ways. I was already caught in his eyes, in his magic, that even breathing was so damn hard for me.

I spotted something in his eyes, something I had seen a few times in there. Worries and concerns. His one hand ended on my hip, while the other slowly caressed my cheek where the shrink hit me.

"Who? I want the name."

His touch felt so good, so soft, like a sateen. I felt suddenly so save, protected from the all evil in this world. I felt I could have just give myself in, and I would survive.

"Please, tell me," he whispered, looking into my eyes like he was looking for something.

Scott Girberg, my school therapist.

I wanted to tell him, I wanted him to know about my problems and my nightmares, but I was so afraid. I was so afraid he would just wave his hand at it, he would say he didn't care, he would let it go. And I want to be seen like a normal happy boy, strong and independent enough to take care of himself.

"N-nobody. I-I was helping my mum and a vase fell on my face," I whispered back, my eyes quickly looked anywhere else than him.

"Vase? You want to claim that this was made by a vase?" He mumbled, tilting my head so he had better view.

Please, just let it go.

He kissed that place, making me shiver. His soft lips felt so good, sending vibration through whole my body.

"Nobody should touch you this way," he whispered.

I couldn't hold it much longer. Looking at him, I locked my arms around his neck. I wasn't even thinking straight, his body too close to me. I pulled him closer to me, filling the unnecessary gap between us as I smashed my lips to his.

He bit into my lower lip, like he was waiting for the moment I would kiss him. I let him in, and a no time I was picked up and placed on the table. My legs locked around him waist, when we needed to breath.

"I can satisfy my hunger just by looking at you. You're so gorgeous," he whispered, while I throw my head back.

I really wanted to fight him, push him away, scream at him, but I couldn't. I was so weak when he was in control, I was completely his. The familiar feelings, as desire and lust, found the way through my body, and I moaned.

"Do you want me to continue, sweet angel?" He asked me, and I quickly took a deep breath.

"Yes! Yes, please," I moaned, when I felt his lips on my neck.

"What did I tell you? Use the-" he wanted to finish his sentence, but I cut him off.

Use the whole sentence.

"I want you to continue, sir," I corrected myself.

"That's better," he whispered against my skin.

He get rid of my shirt, softly pushing me down to the table, so I was laying down. His lips appeared on my neck again, slowly continuing lower, while his fingers worked on my jeans. In a few seconds I was completely naked.

I was on fire, his touch sending a burning sensation through my whole body. I had a feeling I couldn't even moan louder than I already had been, his sweet lips making me insane, driving me to the edge so quickly.

Opening my eyes, I finally noticed he was still fully clothed. His muscles were moving, as his arms were driving upon my body. His blue eyes lustfully looking at my body.

He slowly inserted one finger into me, receiving a gasp for the air. He added second finger no longer after the first one, scissoring me. I was nothing but a moaning mess, gripping the edges of the table so hard my fingers hurt.

"Please," I whimpered, feeling he stopped with everything.

"What? What do you want, my Princess?"

I wanted to sit up, but he quickly pushed me back to the surface.

"I want your cock," I moaned, trying to move with my hands on his body to take off his clothes.

"You want my cock, huh?" He mocked me, moving my hands above my head.

"Y-yes! I want... I need to feel you. I want to be your slave, sir," I whispered quickly, realizing that my kinky side was crawling up.

"I don't have my toys here though, angel. Do you think you can be satisfied just by me this time?" He asked, and I had a feeling this was the worst torture ever.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me already," I arched my back, using my legs to pull down his jeans.

"Keep your hands above your head," he commanded, and I gulped.

I watched, as his shirt ended up in the corner of the room, regretting how quickly he took it off. His toned body reminded me how much lucky I was that he was the one who won me.

He unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with the boxers. I looked up, already dying for him to be in me. Before he went in, he leaned over my body meeting my eyes.

"Such a good boy you're," he smiled at me, and I pulled him into a kiss.

He thrusted into me, while I moaned into his mouth. My fingers found their way into his hair, pulling them slightly just to help me get relax and used to him.

He pulled away from the kiss, quickly pinning my hands above my head again, before he started to move inside me.

"I told you to keep your hands above your head," he growled, biting down upon my skin on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, f-fuck, I'm sorry!"

It was a miracle I was even able to say something in the state I was in. I was far away from the reasonable self, I was dying under his treatment.

"Delirious," I moaned, as he hit my prostate.

I arched my back, giving him an opportunity. His arms slid under my back, moving me a little, and he picked me up. I locked my arms around his neck again, hugging him, while he was still ravaging my body with me in the air.

"I'm so close, sir... fuck... Delirious," I moaned, digging my nails into his back.

I tried to breath everything through, panting like a dog, while his lips took care of my neck.

"Cum for me, Princess," he whispered, fastening his action.

I gave myself in completely, letting orgasm take care of everything. No longer after me, while I was still enjoying the slowly vanishing feelings, I felt his semen filling my insides with the sexiest animalistic growl.

He put me back to the table, a sweat on his body. I couldn't even imagine how hard for him it had to be holding me the entire time while fucking me.

No! I did it again! Why did I slept with him? I wanted to forget.

"Why did you run away?" He asked me instead, while he found his clothes and started to dress up.

"Run away?" I whispered confused, slowly sitting up.

Is he talking about North Carolina?

"Without a single word," he explained, confirming me what I have been thinking about.

He stepped back at me, caressing my cheek. I blinked several times, gathering my courage.

"You wouldn't care, where's the point in that?" I mumbled, looking at his shirt rather than his eyes.

"Princess, you flipped my life over," he whispered, raising my head with his fingers.

What?

I was looking into his blue eyes, scared of what was coming. I wasn't sure if I even wanted for something to happen.

"Look at me, flying over Toronto just because you didn't say proper goodbye to me," he sighed.

Stop.

I looked away, finally having some strength to fight back. Placing both my hands on his chest, I pushed him away from me. The moment I did that, I had a feeling I could finally think again.

"No!" I raised my voice, quickly dressing myself.

"What?" He replied confused.

"You flew here just to make sure your toy is still craving to get fucked by you. God, how stupid I was!"

I grabbed my head into my head, cursing and yelling at myself in my head.

I shouldn't have done that! It was me who showed him this affection this time. I kissed him first.

"What?"

"I know how you have been looking at me this whole time. I'm nobody to you, and I don't even think I'll ever be something more. But don't you ever touch me! I'm done with this shit," I growled, leaving the room without giving him any opportunities to tell him anything.

I walked towards my house, when it started to rain. I didn't even know why my mood switch so quickly, I didn't even know why I was acting like that after it was me who begged him to fuck me. Maybe it was everything at once. The school, the fact that I was being used, the fact I had been lying to my mum, mister Girberg.

I felt suddenly so lonely, letting the tears began their life journey upon my face. They were immediately mixed with the drops of rainwater. It wasn't even so surprising, when I heard familiar voice from the car passing by me.

"Evan? Hop in."

I wiped away my tears, feeling ashamed of how I looked in front of this man. I used his offer, finding the shelter in his car. I whispered him my address, before he drove us the way I needed to go.

"Is everything alright?" He asked me, his hazelnut eyes full of worries.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, sighing loudly.

"Sorry for what?" He replied instantly.

"For being such a cry baby," I continued in the whisper.

"That's nothing you should be apologizing. I'm more concerned about what's going on. Did someone hurt you?" He asked me, focusing on the road.

"N-no. I don't know."

"Was it somebody at that work of yours?" He interrogated me.

"Just..." I started, looking down at my lap.

I need to talk to somebody about all of this. But this is my teacher. I can't tell him a damn thing.

"My grandma died," I lied, closing my eyes how bad I was feeling.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah."

We reached my house, and I stepped out of his car. Even though I wished not to be alone, I also knew this wasn't the right person to be talking to.

"Thanks for the ride, mister Ohmwrecker," I said, faking my smile.

"Please, call me Ryan or Ohm, whatever suits you better. I'll see you at school," he announced me, before he drove away.

I hope my mum is home. I really don't want to be alone now. But first I need to shower, I still feel him on me.