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He puts me on his bathroom sink and kisses me roughly.

"Why a-are we in here?" I breath out.

"because you should see how beautiful you look while I fuck you." He whispers to my ear.

He licks the skin on my neck and I whine out. I hold onto his shoulders as he unzips my pants.

He pushes them down and they fall on the group.

Lars grabs me by the hips and pushes me down, then turns me to face the mirror.

He holds under my chin while kissing my shoulders so I see us. I blush red looking at myself. This is so embarrassing.

"You have to look at yourself." He warns me. I furrow my brows and look away.

He bites my shoulder and I yelp.

"Now you're not listening to me?"

"Sorry." I raise my gaze to the mirror.

He pushes my boxers down and works his hand on my dick. Seeing it like this makes everything different.

It's even more intense.

"I don't have condoms in here." He says.

"It's fine." I nod, not wanting him to stop.

"Really?"

"Mmm, just – the shower." I whisper and close my eyes. I cum into his sink and my eyes widen. "S-sorry, I'll clean – later."

He chuckles and puts two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them confused until he pushes them in my behind. Oh.

I catch myself onto the sink.

"You're doing – it, on-on purpose." I whine as his fingers burry inside me, stretching to all the ways.

"Of course not. I'm just looking for it." he says 'innocent'.

"You k-know where it is."

"I forgot. Wait," he rubs on my spot, "wait, is it – it?" he rubs and pushes pressure on my prostate. I whine.

"You know it is!" I almost yell.

"Why you're not looking at yourself again?" he catches my chin and I look at us in the mirror. My cheeks are so pink, I'm a bit sweaty and a string on my hair is on the other half, making it look uneven.

"I love your hair, don't ever cut it." He kisses me on the lips.

"I'll shave it bold if you don't shove it in." I frown and shock myself with such words.

He gives me the deadliest look I have seen from him. His belt makes noises and then I scream out, literally scream, as he shoves it whole inside my hole.

I see a tears at the corner of my eye. He thrust into me so aggressively. I guess I made him angry with my shaving threats.

"You're not looking." He says again.

"I can't k-keep my eyes open."

He chuckles. "alright then. I'll look instead." I cry there embarrassed as he enjoys every minute.

He stops and I feel a warm liquid going down my thigh.

"Time for a shower. Or bath?" he looks at me, "don't cry." He wipes my tears and kisses my nose.

"I like baths."

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I sit down in the bath and he snatches me to himself. My back pressed against his chest. He 'cleans' my hole but I know it's only excuses to touch my again.

"I hope you aren't mad at me for taking care of you and Atila." He says.

"I'm not mad, Lars, I'm just overwhelmed and I don't see how could I be worth all of that.

Not mentioning the fact that I have no way of paying you back unless we are talking sex.

And even sex itself gets boring and over played after some time. If you at least didn't pay me for it, it would make it better."

"What are you talking about? You are so worth it and you deserve it.

I like being with you and I will definitely never get tired of the sex. Not that it's the only thing good about you."

"Well, what is good about me?"

"Firstly, you are insanely cute and adorable. No, cute and hot if I can say.

But most importantly you are nice, caring and loyal. You do everything to take care of your brother and it's brave."

"No, it's what I'm supposed to do."

"Supposed to? No. My siblings would never do it for me. They would say I'm eighteen and it's my issues.

You have choices but you chose Atila."

"Because I don't have anyone else and he doesn't either."

"You have me." He kisses my neck. I feel a lump in my throat, "I like you." Don't cry. Don't cry here, "and I want to stay with you." Blinking the tears away. "I will take care of you both and your opinion doesn't matter, because I know it's right."

"mmm ..." don't cry.

"Mmm?"

"M-m ..." My voice gets stuck.

"Okay." he chuckles. "Mmm, it is."