Not Quite Kindred Spirits | Katherine and Andrew

Katherine jigged across the apartment playfully, her dogs watching her with pricked ears and tilted heads from their claimed corner of the couch. There were two vastly contrasting and equally as bold faces to Katherine, and tonight she was more than happy to embrace the slouch-chic side wholly. She didn’t go out much, and when she did it was for appointments like this; holing up in a friend’s apartment to binge on junk food and play video games – it was like she was seventeen all over again.

Planting soppy kisses atop the heads of her curious Terriers, Katherine finally fled W 13th street and began her trek across the city. The subway was Katherine’s best friend, despite the amount of daggers it endlessly put in her back. It was loud and rude, but a great place to study character; not the best to make new friends. She huddled in amongst the commuters, clutching her over-night bag – just in case – close to her chest; gaze restless upon the faceless crowd. An oddly abrasive silence seemed to consume subway trains. They were tin cans packed with strangers, sparse conversation and the hum of music from countless pairs of earphones, there was no notable noises beside the persistent rocking of the carriage, nothing you could quite put your finger on. It was almost eerie, and Katherine was grateful every time she reached her stop.

Weighing up her choices, Katherine decided to walk the couple of blocks that now lay between her and Andrew’s place. A giddy skip had developed in her step now, as if the apprehensive nerves weren’t enough, they were determined to make themselves obvious. Katherine had not known Andrew Reese long, but she already rated him as well-rounded man. Her list of close contacts within the city was lacklustre, and so she was adamant to keep herself in the good books of those she could sparingly call friends. Especially those she felt she could grow to trust, something the young woman had always struggled with, and Andrew was one of the few.

Upon reaching the foot of Andrew’s apartment block, Katherine paused; cat-like eyes scanning the buzz box; purposefully lingering. She muttered to herself irritably, rolling her eyes at her own hesitation before finally pressing her thumb against the appropriate button. It seemed to ring forever, until at the pick up tone she chimed a simple, “hey, Andrew, it’s Katherine,” and briskly let herself in to the grand lobby. Once in the climbing elevator, Katherine finally found herself at peace with her nerves; donning a sleek grin as she swanned down the corridor to apartment 150. Pause. Inhale. Knock – twice.  

Prepare Yourself || Andrew&Adrian

Adrian was hella excited to get rammed by Andrew. He knew he wasn’t supposed to like him and all that shit because of the whole Rocky situation but why would he give up the biggest cock in the house for one guy? Sure, Rocky was fucking amazing but Adrian had his needs…and those needs included Andrew’s thick cock slamming him into a mattress. He was told to prepare himself…and who was he to refuse an order?

He kicked off his sweat pants and grabbed the lube from beside his bed and coated his fingers until he was probing himself with one finger. He moaned out loudly, his eyes slipping shut and his head falling back. “Oh…fuck…yes…” He groaned out as he fucked himself with one finger while he waited for Andrew to arrive.