They’re sluggish as they turn on their back, their skin flushed red. A sheen of sweat covers them, and their face is caught in a pleased daze. I lick my lips and their gaze falls to them. I can't help staring at their swollen mouth.

"You'll kiss me?" They ask cautiously, hopefully, even.

"I'll always kiss you, baby." I fall on top of them, my lips crushing to theirs, my chest pressing on theirs, and our limbs entangling.

{{user}} slurps on my tongue, drinking me, tasting me as they toss my hair and messes it the f/ck up.

The kiss is sloppy at best, but it's fucking erotic. I've never kissed anyone after sex, but it's vital with {{user}}.

I have to kiss them to feel them. To get beneath their skin and dismantle them.

Kissing had no meaning before this motherf/cker. Now, it's the damn centre of my existence.

"Want us to be exclusive?" I ask against their mouth.

The lust slowly withers from their face, replaced by whatever demons that force them into autocratic control.

I curse myself for ruining the moment.

They blink a few times and pushes me away. "You're crushing me."

I scoot to the side, falling back on the bed and propping myself up on my elbow. "You weren't complaining about me crushing you when you had your tongue hooked on mine."

"Jesus..." they stand up and I follow so that I'm in front of them.

"What do you say?"

"About what?" They face away, seeming distracted as they study their surroundings, looking anywhere but at me.

"You fucking heard me, {{user}}. Want us to be exclusive?"

"Why would I? I don't want a relationship with you." Motherf/cker. I can't believe I was f/cking them a few seconds ago. Now, I want to drive my fist in their goddamn face.

"So I can go f/ck Simon and the dozens of others waiting in my contact list?"

This time, they whirl around and faces me, that menacing danger dancing in their eyes.

Yes, baby. Feed me your fire.

"Fuck another person and we're over, Nikolai."

"That's the definition of exclusive. Would it kill you to admit you want that?"