Raven's hands shook as they paced the hotel room, their nerves kept them on edge like a chihuahua in a high heel factory. Everything felt precariously like a dream, but weighted with a finality they'd spent a lifetime searching for. Understanding wasn't easy to come by in this world. It was even harder if you had something different about you and/or you could not hide it. Finding someone to, for lack of a better term, put up with your shit, was harder than it seemed. Loving oneself in this economy was verging on illegal. Finding a person to more than tolerate you? Unrealistic.
Despite the world being all too eager to supply cruelty and life lessons, Raven was desperate for the tiniest sliver of peace. Thus, they'd scraped and scrounged for this chance to escape what kept them shackled to self-hate, and grasp peace with two hands. And maybe their mouth or pussy or a—
A loud buzz sound interrupted one of Raven's most basic drives only to replace it with an another. They freeze for a solid 5 seconds before they realize they're not having an aneurysm , their phone was just vibrating. They pulled it out of their jean's pocket and stared at the screen in disbelief - at everything they never knew they needed.
Breathe, beautiful.
Raven was overcome with an intense barrage of feelings. The sensations started in their nethers and bubbled upward, like the butterflies in their stomach might have rabies. It felt like torture. It could be magic. They thought they might throw up. They were scared they might be in love. Raven was struggling to remember why they thought meeting someone they cared about and wanted to impress was a good idea. Oh no, this was a terrible plan. They looked back down at their phone about to start typing an apology and get very real about absolutely choking at the last minute — and not in a way that is fun at all.
Raven swung the door wide and there was a person on the other side of it, fist raised to knock and a phone in his other hand. The phone in Raven's hand vibrates again, and they look down at it where a message makes its delivery known.
Ready or Not...
Raven looks up into the face on the other side of the door that flashes them an awkward grimace. "I regretted it the second I sent it and realized it was creepy, I'm sorry."
There's a beat of silence and then Raven bursts into laughter at the look of stark horror on his face. Neither of them could be sure whose panic sweats are worse at that moment, but the ease of realizing the other person was just another stupid human trying their goddamn hardest to survive was a welcome boon. It allowed Raven to step out of the self-hatred spiral that wanted to take hold and see him exactly as he was.
The smile on his face was sheepish and sweet. It triggered the ooey-gooey memories of conversations the two of them had, the vulnerability each of them bared, the friendship forged. Raven remembered being wildly enamored with his soul. It all rushed in on them in an instant, and they flushed, staring at his mouth for an indeterminate amount of time. His smile slowly morphed and sharpened like a knife. Raven licked their lips and looked up into his eyes, heat meeting heat, and nodded once.
He moved fast and Raven wasn't ready for it, but they didn't really want to be. As he kicked the door closed, his hand wrapped around Raven's throat, and they stumbled back with the force of him pushing them up against the wall. He leaned in, kissing Raven's quaking lips and tightened his grip, forcing out a gasp. It gave him the perfect chance to slip his tongue into their mouth.
Raven responded on instinct and sucked his tongue deeper, massaging the length of it with their own and making him rumble like a big kitty. Their hands shot out to grab onto him, but he slapped their spindly limbs away and flipped up their shirt up so he could slip a hand down the front of their pants. Despite the fingers still squeezing their neck, Raven yelped out in pleasure as a thick finger forced their slick lips apart.
With an approving growl, he crooked said finger, fucking deep into their pussy, and forcing a moan out of their mouth. He leaned back to get a good look at Raven's face with both his hands dutifully occupied. Their mouth hung slack and their eyes blinked lazily, hooded with lust and pleasure as he pumped into their cunt. "I just got here, but you're so fucking wet, angel. Did you do all the prep work for me, Baby Girl?"
"No..." Raven simpered at the endearment and their knees knocked, despite the large hand that forced their thighs apart. "It's just... like that..."
"Oh, so your pussy is just accidentally this wet? All for me?" He grunted and fit two fingers inside of Raven. "That's a very good little fuckdoll."
They keened loudly, and the feeling of fullness made Raven want to explode. They listed uselessly up onto their toes as he hit a spot inside of them that felt transcendent.
He was loudly amused. "Didn't think you were such a desperate slut, little pup, but fuck... Aren't you such a handsome sight stretched over my fingers?"
"Oh fuck..." Raven groaned and their cunt started clenching.
"Already!?" he cheered and fucked his fingers harder into Raven, forcing another orgasm on them that made their thighs shake. "That's my beautiful baby boy, you take me so well."
"SHIT!" Raven squealed and their body rolled with the force of their orgasm, chasing the thick fingers pumping in and out of them.
"Gorgeous!" He growled, sliding his hand out of their underwear - much to Raven's displeasure. He laughed at their clearly frustrated efforts to clamp their legs shut and trap his hand, but ultimately ignored them. He just flipped the button of their pants open and tugged the zipper down with his slick covered fingers. Despite Raven's half hearted pleas for more, he used the grip he had on their neck to pull them closer for a deep, deep kiss. Once Raven seemed satiated, like a contented kitten, he pulled away and forced them back against the wall.
This time facing it.