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A whine choked out of Fan’s mouth as Paintbrush gripped around his neck tighter. They continuously pressed him against the vibrant, striped orange wall. Fan would slowly go pale as Paintbrush strangled him more and more. Small tears ran down his cheeks but no matter how badly it hurt, the painful sensation excited Fan. Seeing Paintbrush become more violent provoked something inside of Fan. Fan bit his lip thrillingly and it was enough for him to draw blood. Paintbrush on the other hand, eyes were filled with anger. small, little fiery sparkles could be seen in their hair, teeth gritted against each other, and their eyebrows furrowed.
Paintbrush growled lowly, “You don't even know how pathetic you look right now. “
All Fan could do is gasp in response due to being restrained. He would claw at the arm that had him pinned, kick his legs, even leave red markings on the other, but it wasn’t enough for them to stop.
“What? do you want me to stop?” Paintbrush asked.
Fan whined as he dropped his hands and legs down.
Paintbrush just laughed at Fan’s response. They already knew Fan was into this. In fact, they already knew that from the start when they took a peek at his tumblr blog. Paintbrush didn’t expect for them to find it interesting but to them, it was kind of finding a way to blow steam off. Of course, Paintbrush felt bad but the way Fan worded it on his blog just proved how much of a masochist he really was.
“…..Mff—pf-pft-Paintbrush!”
Paintbrush’s train of thought cut off.
Oh, shit.
Paintbrush dropped the latter on the floor, releasing their grip. Fan caught his breath immediately. He gasped, eyes wide every time he blinked open to make sure he wasn’t about to faint.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry, Fan.” paintbrush apologized covering their mouth with both hands.
“I don’t even know why I got so caught up in that. Gosh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Please forgive me— We should really stop doing these things. This can not be healthy—I…..” Paintbrush came to an end with their rambling, looking at the red-haired boy coughing endlessly. They took a moment to acknowledge the scars Paintbrush left from past arguments with the geek. Guilt creeped up on them. no matter how much pain Fan was in, they were both addicted to the toxic sensation. Was it wrong for Paintbrush to say it felt endearing? Almost poetic for the artist knowing that no matter how much they could hurt him, he’ll still cling on like they’re the last breath of his life. Geez, this could make a great interpretation of a painting.
Fan stood up with shaking legs.
Paintbrush immediately noticed and went back into their worried state. They hurriedly took Fan’s wrists to stabilize his stance. Soon as they let go, Fan fell face first into Paintbrush’s bed. Paintbrush gasped out of worry. They reached their hand out to him—
“Mmf..fine…” Fan said muffled.
They paused, “A-are you sure? I can go get you a water.”
Fan gave a thumbs up to them. He was still shaken up so it wasn’t long before his hand collapsed back on the bed. Paintbrush sighed and ruffled Fan’s hair. They got up and walked towards the door. As they turned the knob, they glanced back at Fan. They felt terrible knowing that ever since they looked at Fan’s blog, Fan’s just been covered in bruises. Honestly, Paintbrush just wanted to leave immediately. They didn’t wanna stay in that room and feel guilty for all the pain Fan had to endure. But that’s on fan for confessing his kinks on a stupid, social platform. And that’s on Paintbrush for letting their curiosity lead them to that same stupid, social platform. Sometimes, they think about confronting how Fan feels just so they could both share a conversation on how they both feel but what’s the fun in that?
Once they left, Fan turned himself over. Staring into the cream-colored ceiling. He already missed Paintbrush’s arm pushing him into the wall. You can tell how flustered he was just by looking at his face, even through his red acne. If you looked even closer, you could see his boner poking through his blue pajama pants. It was a pathetic sight for sure. But for Fan, he cherished every moment. He adjusted his glasses as he stood up. He walked to his bed with shaking legs. Shaken because he was about to faint? Or because he’s about to have a major jerk session right now? Who knows.