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Well...
I don't know if you want to sleep really early...
But you have to stop stressing yourself about "having" to do stuff.
o.o;

It's not others that make ourselves stressed, but we ourselves tend to put stress on our minds and bodies. The mind it a powerful weapon that can even turn on us.
._.;

Just relax. Don't think too much about so and so.
And treat yourself like royalty.
Drink something warm, eat chocolate if you're not allergic or stuff.
And just...

Think of funions.
-does the wiggle-
I just think my mind is alittle twisted with creativity...
PUMP THAT OIL, BEO!
Theo needs his gears unrusted. -w-;


Shaking his head, Theo gazed up. His lover's face just as red and steaming as his. But all he could do next was pant and cling on, all before Beo performed another hard thrust and causing the Grecian to scream in his native tongue. The sweat dibbled down, his fingers gripping to the Dane's tender skin.

But behold, Beo moved closer, his hands sliding down Theo's waist to grip his hips firmly and cause the young brunette to yelp in surprise. He was tenderly kissing, his tongue leaving a wet trail on Theo's neck before he bit, making the boy squirm slightly.

"Beo, it's too rough!" He squeaked, his cheeks flustering a bright red. But even more so when Beo pulled away, exchanging glances between them both.

"I can't quite do that Katte. Remember? curiousity killed the cat~" He smiled, closing in on Theo's lips with a slight rotation to the right. Then they clashed, like a boat crashing into the wave. Their wet bodies beginning to rub and the exchange of pants, gasps and pleasuring moans.

Theo should have known better not to touch that birthmark. But he couldn't help but wonder where Beo got all these moves from.

His breath hitched as Beo licked at his upper lip, then slowly made his way in, his tongue exploring the boy's mouth and even deeper than he thought. But the hard thrusts into him weren't helping either. All he could do was grip tightly before breaking from their hungry kiss, screaming the Dane's name aloud.

"NO!"

Theo shot up in bed, panting heavily, his hands grasping as much of the sheets as he could. That was until he let go, lifting hands to his face and running the glossy wet strands of hair from his forehead. "Wha..." He panted, looking about the dark room. But he heard something. A slight stirr of the sheets before the lights clicked on and a tired Beo groaned.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter with the babies?" His sweetheart asked, rubbing the tiredness from his face.

"N-no... it's nothing..." He squeaked, his cheeks lightly brushed with a rosy hue.

.///.

That is fail. But I warn you... It's just... weird...
[highlight above for weirdness]

-chating with kiwi on msn-

o.o;

...Give me a sec. >.<
But I'll steal a pixel hug from Aqua!
o;
-huggles and dash-