TheGreatAnimeFreaks

In the streets of a dark, cold, city, rain poured down on the pavement mercilessly, permeating the usually silent night with the distant rolls of thunder in the distance, rain slishing and sloshing everywhere, and the occasional flashes of lightning illuminating every nook and cranny of London's alleyways for a flicker of a moment. A little boy wandering down the concrete pathways, weaving in and out of in between buildings and trash cans, sways slightly, pulling his baggy, dingy, ratty and long-torn white-ish turtleneck ever closer to try and keep himself warm. It had been a harsh life for him. He tried not to think about it, but the more h

Your thighs gripped at his waist tightly as the two of you really started to get into motion. The only thing you could really focus on was his scent, like home cooking and chlorine. A smile graced his soft lips, eyes twinkling. "Is this hurting you?" Makoto asked timidly, wondering if he should pause for your sake. "No, I think it would hurt more to stop." You mulled it over, already feeling the ache build up again. "This is so much better with you here." "I'm happy to help." He chuckled. "Anytime this happens, I'll be there for you." "You're sweet. Now come on, we're close." He was just doing what any good boyfriend would. Carrying you