Brutal Valentines

Chapter 19
Told by Nathan
6:30pm

Murderface isn’t dead and he says he loves me. Brutal!

I get off the floor “Come on.” I tell him holding out my hand, he takes it and I pull him after me.

“Where we going?” he asks.

“Your room.” I tell him “I saw what ya did in there, it uh…be like a shame to waste it”. We walk down the hallways where we accidentally stumble upon Pickles getting friendly with Charles and find out they are engaged now (I wasn't aware they were a couple but whatever).

I manage to drag Murderface away from them and down the hall to his room. It's still beautiful with the stars and candlelight. Feeling romantic I scoop Murderface up and carry him thru the doorway. Murderface screeches and fusses, nearly causing me to drop him but ultimately gives in and just clings to me as I carry him bride style over to the bed.

I lay him down gently amongst the rose petals then step back striping my clothes off slowly for him. Murderface watches my every move, his eyes aglow from the candle light. He clearly likes what he sees as that hospital gown does little to hide his growing excitement.

Swiping some lube from his dresser, I climb onto the bed and open his legs so I can move between them. Reaching up, I untie Murderface's gown from behind his neck, then pull it away so he's lying exposed before me.

“You’re so fucking hot.” I whisper.

Murderface snorts “Glad you think so but you might wanna get your eyesch checked.”

I bend down taking his mouth with mine, capturing his tongue with my own. I don't know if I'll ever make him understand. I'm not even sure I understand it myself but Murderface is Murderface. He's not some interchangeable pretty dime a dozen groupie. He's without question, a brutal one of a kind that can never be replaced and that makes him undeniably hot to me.

That’s one of the reasons why I love him, and I do love him- I can admit that now. It's lame that it took me thinking I lost him to realize it.

I continue kissing him, running my hands up and down his body, my cock growing harder with each pant and groan Murderface makes.

I flick open the lube bottle and spread the liquid over my fingers and cock. I try to be careful as I move my fingers inside of him stretching him, causing him to arch and cry as I make sure to hit his sweet spot with my fingers over and over.

“Pleasche Nathan fuck me.” Murderface pleads his cheeks bright pink from making the request.

Theres no way I can resist that, throwing his legs over my shoulders I move inside of him... He’s so tight, so amazingly tight. Under home made stars I enter him over and over. I try to hold back from cumming, because this is so good I want it to last. I grab his cock working it in time to my thrusts.

Murderface claws at me panting “Nathan.” he gasps moving his hips to take me in further. Faster and harder we move with each other until finally he releases all over my hand and chest. I let myself releasing inside him, till there’s nothing left and I'm shaking in the aftermath of my climax.

I fall beside him on the bed pulling him into my arms; he snuggles in against my chest. I start to drift off when I remember the lead sprinkler.

“Hey” I whisper into his ear “got ya something.”

He peers at me with those yellow green tiger eyes of his and sits up “What?”

I grab my pants off the floor and pull his gift out of my pocket

“Got it for ya as a…you know…valentines gift. Sorry I didn't wrap it.”

“Thatsch fine.”

He takes the lead sprinkler and replica from me examining them closely. For a minute his expression is blank and I feel my breath catch in my chest, but then a huge gap tooth grin crosses his face. “I've wanted to get one of thesche, and you picked a beauty.”

“Glad you…uh…like it.”

He points the replica at me “Scho usching thisch on you later.”

“Good” I tell him kissing his neck

“Hey Nathan.”

“Yeah?”

He blushes “Glad you’re my valentine.”

“Glad your mine too.” I tell him and we lay together as the candles melt down and the artificial stars shine above and I thank the Gods. I'm not sure I believe in for this moment.