Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
You fuck him hard, because that’s what you believe he asked for. He claws his fingers into the sheets, shaking violently. When you notice that he’s crying rather than letting out pleasured meows like he did on the few occasions you had slept with him in the past, you realize that hard and emotionless wasn’t what Johnny had been asking for all this time. Not at all. You cradle him in your arms and hold him close, the boy who got so used to pretending that he didn’t know when to stop.