TheFlamingHomo

Moaning and groaning as bodies moved against each other. Heads thrown back and backs arching as they came undone. Bodies slumping against each other. Satisfied and loving smiles on their faces as they fell asleep. ______ He breathed heavily, all his energy slipping out of his body and his throat clogging up with brown blood. Through his stomach was his own lance. He wished to die more than anything else. He raised his arms, trying to pull the lance out, but simply being too weak. ______ "You're a motherfucking miracle, you know that?" Painted lips grinned lazily as a rough grey hand ran through a dark brown Mohawk, the other gently