am i going crazy, or am i just crazy for you?

let's cause a lil trouble

This ghost was seriously causing some mixed sensations in Kyle's being. Fluttering heart, butterflies in his stomach-- though from shyness or anxiety he couldn't tell. Kyle's face was flushed when he realized that the stranger had called him beautiful. It'd been so long since someone called him that other than Hector. And coming from the brothel owner, it was definitely not a term of endearment that meant much to him.

"Wh-who are you?" Kyle asked, trying not to show his nervousness. He didn't even thin about what he would do or say if he actually managed to find him.

"The name is Jaewoo." He spoke coolly, finally putting a name to his face.

"I'm Kyle." The smaller boy replied. "Now... just how long have you been haunting around my room?" He wanted answers. All the small touches, soft whispers he kept hearing around his room buzzing around his ears.

"And why me of all people? There are other workers here who are so much more entertaining and beautiful than I..." Kyle felt himself delving into the abyss of self-loathing once again. The hatred for his own body; the grief of losing his grace. He looked down at his feet, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You're just going to hurt me, aren't you?" Kyle whispered with a crack in his voice. "That's all anyone ever does with me anyway."

Before Jaewoo could respond, Kyle turned his back and ran down the stairs. Throwing himself on his bed, sobbing like a baby. Why the hell was he crying like this? Why was he already so attached to Jaewoo? Was he that starved for love?

Truthfully, yes. Kyle was so desperate for love that anyone who showed him any sign of affection was bound to steal his heart. Feeling pathetic, Kyle cried into a pillow until he felt the bed sink with weight beside him.

freaky nasty >:)

Physical feeling entirely stripped of him, Jaewoo floated blankly around, scowling to himself for fucking things up and annoyed beyond reason that he couldn't even have another go with the pretty boy from before. At least not for a while..

Floating back toward his stranger's room to gather his shirt and jacket without making any racket, he nearly plunged himself back into the boy as he saw him orgasm. .. Shit, that was hot. Shit.. he almost felt that dull heartbeat again. And oh shit.. he had slipped back into his "cum-and-done" ways. It wasn't very punk to care about others, was it?

Rolling his eyes at himself and wandering weightless and invisible throughout the hall, Jaewoo tried to clear his head from sex. Hilarious how hard that is to do in a brothel, where moans reverberated down every last square inch, thankfully these whines did nothing for his psyche. After all, the only time his dick (and heart dare he say?) felt any sort of sensation was because of the beautiful stranger as of late. 'Might as well have a little fun while I'm here feeling..' Jaewoo mused silently to himself, face pulling into that devilish grin of his.

It wasn't very hard to trace the boy down- the overly loud heartbeat, the shaky breaths still trembling past pretty pink lips, the boistrous hips bounding down the hallway he had been chilling around in. Flirting was off the menu for tonight, now the next best thing was shoulder-punching humor. "Boo!" he exclaimed, barking laughter as the angel jumped out of his skin from Jaewoo's upper half regaining visibility as he floated through the door. Not finding it very funny now, the smaller boy was a small firecracker going off now.

Embarrassed, running a hand quickly through his coif, Jaewoo attempted to squeeze out some 1/2 and 1/2. Half sincere, half charming. What was this game he was pressing start on..?

"Ah.. Sorry, sorry beautiful, I lost control of myself there. I really can't control myself around you..," he trailed off, crossing his arms before he started the Touchening yet again. There was absolutely no way in heaven, hell, or whatever purgatory this was that he would admit to cumming earlier than expected.. and all over.

"Maybe I like trouble," he added, looking the boy over before snapping his eyes up intimidatingly at the flick of his tongue at the end of his statement.

infatuation

Panting hard, hornier than ever, Kyle couldn't help being frustrated when the ghost dissolved into nothing beneath him.

After bringing him so close, so close to the edge.

He released a pathetic whine and pouted, looking around to see if maybe this was another denial or a trick by the playful stranger. But he was nowhere to be found, and Kyle was annoyed that he didn't even get to finish.

He slumped into the bed and pictured the man finding himself on top. Before Kyle knew it, he was absent-mindedly grinding against a pillow and whimpering. The way the ghost was so flustered was new to him as Audrey had hardly ever flinched when it came to sex. He was always so confident, so composed. And while that was appealing to the angel, Kyle found himself craving to make another man squirm in eager desire.

The wave of orgasm washed over him. Though he wished very much that it was the ghost who brought him to climax, he was satisfied enough. He lay there for a moment in a daze and his mind began to wander.

...Was the ghost even real? Or had he imagined him to cope with the dullness of man after man pounding him nearly every night. Maybe he really was going delusional. But the thought made Kyle's heart feel weighted. Restless, he finally got up from his bed, showered quickly and put on fresh pajamas. Tired but too annoyingly fascinated, he stepped out of his room. The lobby of the brothel was empty save for the other sex workers tidying up, gossiping as usual.

Kyle said nothing but glanced about the room, even peeking into other rooms (after knocking first because... yikes.), but couldn't find the stranger he was so entangled with just a moment ago.

"Kyle? Are you looking for something?" Cici raised an eyebrow at him.

"Um... yeah..." He answered shyly. He hoped they wouldn't think him crazy for what he was about to ask.

"Have you guys seen... um. A ghost in here? Kinda retro style, black and blond hair?" He asked cautiously.

"Hm... no?" Cici answered with a look to her companions. But December shrugged and Angel was invested in sweeping the floor.

"Oh... Thanks anyway." Kyle gave them a small smile before continuing his search. He walked up the stairs to the coffee shop part of the building, but no one of note was there either. Until he heard footsteps approaching, then the sound of a sickeningly familiar voice speaking with a softer voice. Hector. And someone else unrecognizable.

Kyle panicked, running around to hide himself behind a wall. Being discovered snooping around where he wasn't supposed to be without supervision could get him in serious trouble. He held his breath, listening to the conversation getting closer. His heart was thudding hard in fear.

"Boo!"

Kyle yelped squeakily as the ghost scared the absolute hell out of him from behind. But he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth to watch Hector and his guest walk up the stairs. Finally he turned to address the punk.

"You could've gotten me in so much trouble! What is your issue?! And why the hell did you disappear on me earlier?" Kyle blurted.

dead leaves

Jaewoo nearly lost his composure and physical body the moment he finally got to touch this beauty, but hearing the gasps of begs rippling from underneath him broke everything within him. Any flash of ideas for causing the smaller one torment were swallowed whole by the immense wave of ecstasy rushing from the pit of his stomach down toward his dick. "Nngh-!" was all that could come out of (his mouth, that is) the undead boy-- an inconceivable amount of cum spilled onto the sweat soaked sheets, transferred first from the elder and now currently leaking out of the smaller boy. In a flustered panic, the ghost dissipated moments after climax; Jaewoo's entire being was suddenly slipping through the prostitute, bed, and floor.

Perhaps his soul could finally leave this earth with just how embarrassing this all was, as he felt as though he had died all over again. Speed was never something Jaewoo dealt with, whether in sports or the bedroom, it could count as a curse and a blessing. That is until tonight. Now a lone soul wandering around, naked and afraid, absconding into the void that was his own thoughts. Had... had the angel told him to hurt him? Had he got overly excited at the idea of someone wanting pain? Was the angel truly living up to the golden standard of prostitutes and their deep seeded (literally) issues? Who knew. The only thing Jaewoo could do was to let out a shaky sigh as he was trying to pull on a nearby forgotten pair of slacks to no avail. Much like the angel, he really was fucked.

use me, hurt me

Pleasure was rippling throughout Kyle's body. The ghost was touching him just right, just the way he wanted, and he couldn't resist moving his hips along with the motion. Losing his composure, Kyle was a mess. A panting, hot, whining mess. He wanted more, more, more. The fallen angel hadn't felt such arousal in a very long time, not since Audrey. And now this stranger was even working up Kyle enough to rival the best lover he had ever had.

Watching the man's expression amused Kyle. Confident, but a small amount of hesitance in how he reacted. Almost awe-struck but still keeping a cool facade. But Kyle could sense the excitement, the hunger in him. Hidden deep, as if hiding it, but definitely there. Definitely getting off on Kyle's horny desperation. Not only the touch, but the feeling of being wanted was turning him on more than he could grasp. But Kyle wanted to return the favor, wanted to get him as desperate as he was.

Sparks and tingles began to rush through him, and Kyle knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer. But as Kyle began to gasp and whimper, nearing climax, the stranger ran his finger up his length before taking it away suddenly. Blood coursing fast, the denial only made him long for more. He didn't take the time to let himself feel teased. Instead, he hungrily rolled to straddle the man, gripping the collar of his jacket tight and pressed his lips against his. Kyle was growing more amorous, more needy with the kiss. Hips pressed against the pelvis of his partner and increased the friction against his jeans.

"Oh, my god... Please, hurt me, use me as you want... Please, please." Between breaths, Kyle let the pleas slip through his lips.