the last place youd expect yourself to be. Paris x gens number nines bed..with him ontop of you panting,sweat dripping from his forehead as he takes a small breather.

"hngh..jesus.."

his small noises fill your ears. you look up at his muscular,naked upper body,then his face..god he was so pretty. he slowly begins his movements again. slow,and steady. making you use that pretty voice he loved so much.