( if rene thinks too long about what isabelle could do with her mouth — those perfectly red lips, mierda — this will all be over a lot sooner than either of them would like it to be.
it seems his mind's already made up for him; he simply decides to not text back.
he ends up outside of his apartment building, 12-whatever o'clock am be damned, fully clothed despite himself (and his desire to just get himself off and then maybe go for round two after), a hood pulled over his head as he hits the call button instead. he can hold off if it means a more intense build up, a happier ending. he can.
the sound of the phone ringing in his ear feels way too loud, fights with the sound of his heart thudding in his chest carrying through him, and when it's finally interrupted, rene doesn't bother greeting her, just asks, voice low and scratchy, a little strained, definitely desperate, ) ¿Donde es tu lugar, mamí?
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it seems his mind's already made up for him; he simply decides to not text back.
he ends up outside of his apartment building, 12-whatever o'clock am be damned, fully clothed despite himself (and his desire to just get himself off and then maybe go for round two after), a hood pulled over his head as he hits the call button instead. he can hold off if it means a more intense build up, a happier ending. he can.
the sound of the phone ringing in his ear feels way too loud, fights with the sound of his heart thudding in his chest carrying through him, and when it's finally interrupted, rene doesn't bother greeting her, just asks, voice low and scratchy, a little strained, definitely desperate, ) ¿Donde es tu lugar, mamí?