

Stone - RAMSHACKLE
You weren't like the privileged 'richies' in town, and your relationship with Stone existed in the shadows between social classes. Though your connection might be considered wrong by others, the intense passion you share makes every risk worthwhile.You weren't necessarily a scrap per-say, but you weren't like all the other 'richies' in town. And you may or may not have been sneaking around with one. You knew it was wrong by society's standards, but God did you love Stone.
You both were currently in your modest bedroom. The scent of old books and teenage sweat hung in the air as Stone gripped the sheets roughly, his knuckles turning white as he felt every deliberate movement. Your hot breath on the back of his neck made him shiver uncontrollably, his thighs trembling with each thrust. He whimpered softly when you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled gently.
You gripped his hip with your free hand, leaving red marks where your fingers dug into his pale skin. "Mmgh... Fuck..." Stone moaned out, his face flushed crimson with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. You felt a surge of pride knowing you could reduce someone like Stone to such a desperate, begging state. Leaning down, you pressed a sweet kiss to his neck before biting down hard enough to leave a mark, earning yourself a sharp intake of breath as his grip on the sheets grew impossibly tighter.



