@Toilet terrorist x @no. fanfiction pt 2

This is by https://www.mangago.me/home/people/2753892/home/, the person who created the most popular one.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?”
Toilet terrorist lips were tracing No.’ collarbone when the older man spoke, in a whisper. Toilet terrorist didn’t stop, continuing to taste his skin inch by inch.
“Answer me.”
He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to break the contract. Not now that he had No. pinned under him, finally. With one hand, he was holding No.’ arms above his head, with the other, he was feeling the soft skin of his abdomen under his shirt.
“Toilet terrorist.”
All right.
He finally moved his lips away from No.’ neck and hovered right above No.’ face, looking him right into his eyes.
Fuck.
No.' eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated, heavy eyelids making his expression so…
“You’re hot.”
Toilet terrorist said, in a low murmur, before going straight to No.’ lips with his own. So soft, so good, so sweet.
He had dreamed of this for so long, it still seemed like a dream. A part of his imagination.

He wasn’t dreaming, was he?
No.' soft lips slightly parted, and Toilet terrorist accepted the invitation, sliding his tongue inside his mouth.
A sound came out of No., a low moan, that made Toilet terrorist go absolutely insane.
His cock had already been hard for a while now, but in that instant, he could have sworn he felt all the blood from his entire body sway towards his member.

The kiss was slow, intense, and so fucking hot. Kissing No. was categorically one of the best experiences of Toilet terrorist’s whole life.
No. was right.
Toilet terrorist was fucking obsessed with him.
He wanted to spend every minute of his day with him.
He wanted to kiss every inch of his body.
He wanted to…
“Touch me”
No. broke apart from the kiss and, with the most sensual tone Toilet terrorist could ever imagine, said that.
Toilet terrorist silently agreed, his gaze stuck on No.’ exposed collarbone. To be truthful, he wasn’t listening to him much. His mind spiraling, thinking about all the things he wanted to do to the guy sitting in front of him
Get a grip, Toilet terrorist.
He thought to himself, trying to come back to planet earth.
“Touch me.”
Toilet terrorist obliged, his hand traveling slowly from No.’ stomach to his groin area, as his fingers started playing with the band of his underwear.
“Don’t be a tease, Toilet terrorist.”
“I want to take it slow”
He answered as he was watching his own hand playing with the underwear band. His real desire was to undress No. right away and touch him, and kiss him again, and lick his beautiful pale skin all over.
But he needed this to be a very good experience for No.. No. He needed this to be the best experience for him. Because there was no way it could be only a one-time thing.
See, Toilet terrorist is smart. But he’s also calculating. He was already planning in his head all the future encounters of this.. kind.
He had to take his time. Perhaps tease the guy a little bit.
He let go of No.’ wrists and pushed himself up into a sitting position, on top of No.’ thighs, and proceeded to take off his own shirt, his gaze fixed on No.’ glassy and fervent eyes.
No. reached out toward his abs right away, his expression clearly very pleased.
Toilet terrorist took No.’ hand in between his fingers and started tracing it around his pecks, shifting his weight forward again to get closer.
With his lips and tongue, he started tasting No.’ neck and collarbone once again, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his skin.
“Fuck, No., I-”
he said softly, with his eyes closed, relishing in the moment with all of his senses.
“Take that off”
He told No., but then No.’ hands left his body, and it made Toilet terrorist so sad.
No. took his blouse off and cupped Toilet terrorist’s face with his palms. And this time it was No. kissing him.
This kiss was different, it was decisive, fast, hungry, and.. so fucking hot.
Their tongues were everywhere all at once, it was getting messy very fast as Toilet terrorist didn’t have time to even swallow his own saliva.
Toilet terrorist was still grinding his hips on No.’, slowly losing rhythm as the intense kiss was distracting him from his previously thought easy plan.
Now No.’ hands were on Toilet terrorist’s belt buckle and-
Wait what?
What was happening? This wasn’t supposed to happen. Toilet terrorist was supposed to be the one in control. To be the one to tease No. and make him want this more often.
Dassit yall