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Ethan is my muse

There is no trait I won't use

My red to my blues

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"How do I look?" I ask. Right now, I am dressed in a purple and black checkered crop top with gray skinny jeans, purple hightops, and Ethan's leather jacket. My face is freshly shaved and my hair is in its natural curly state.

"Gorgeous." Ethan smirks. He's wearing a fishnet shirt under his dark jean vest along with black skinny jeans and boots. He straightens out the jacket with a smirk. "You look beyond sexy in my jacket. I could come right now."

I grin, proud. "Good. I love wearing it." I kiss him.

He kisses back. "We're gonna be the sexiest men on the dance floor. Everyone's gonna be jealous."

Giggling, I wrap my arms around him. "I'd be jealous of whoever had you, Superstar."

"You underestimate the power of your ass." He squeezes it, smirking.

"I don't. My ass is what got you to have sex with me." I wrap my arms around his neck, grinning.

"That it is." he grins.

"And then my cooking and baking skills got you to fall in love with me." I kiss his forehead.

"I thought it was your beautiful smile." He kisses me back.

A grin makes its way onto my face and I hide behind my hands. "You're such a flirt. C'mon, let's go get our date on."

He nods.

I bounce happily as we enter. "Ethan, this is your first. How are you feeling?" I squeeze his hand.

He chuckles. "I don't feel any different."

"But it's so gay in here." I motion to all of the guys grinding and making out. "I'm in my element."

"It is pretty hot." He smirks and takes my hand. "Wanna join the masses?"

"Yessssssss." I pull him into the crowd. "I hope you get drunk as fuck."

"Why's that, huh?" He asks, pulling my body against his.

My arms wrap around his neck and I dance slowly and sensually. "You're super fun and horny."

"If you want me drunk, you'll have to pay." He winks.

"But I'm nineteen." I giggle, but slip cash into the waistband of his jeans.

"Naughty nineteen." He kisses me before heading off to the bar.

I stay on the dance floor so he doesn't get in trouble and I watch him occasionally while dancing, taking in everyone. He returns with a drink and resumes dancing with me.

Smirking, I kiss him before grabbing his drink and taking a sip. "Luckily we were able to walk here." I wiggle my brows before handing his drink back.

"Yeah, that'll be a fun walk home." He rolls his eyes.

"The most fun." I bite his lip. "Come on, have some fun. Loosen up."

"Loosen me." He smirks and grinds against me.

My hands snake under his shirt and I look him in the eyes. "You know I can do that, Superstar."

He smirks. "I know."

I bring my lips to his and kiss him slowly as my body moves against his. He deserves to have fun.

He moves along with me before turning around and grinding his ass against me like a stripper, smirking mischievously.

Grinning, I get into it. "Hell yeah, Ethan!" I hold his drink up and laugh, people checking us out.

He laughs as well and puts on a show.

Winking at a raven, I put my free hand on Ethan's waist. "Everyone's getting jealous, Superstar."

"Of me or you?" he chuckles and straightens up, turning around to kiss me.

I drape my arms around his neck. "Both of us because we're both total catches."

"Too bad you're only for me and I'm only for you." He smiles.

Grinning, I cup his face. "That's absolutely correct."

He kisses me before drinking more and swaying with me on the dance floor. "I love you."

"I love you too." I smile when Queen comes over the speakers. "Eeeeeeethan~"

"Fuck, my favorite!" he cheers and starts swinging me around, dancing like a maniac and yelling all the lyrics.

Giggling, I sing along and follow his sporadic lead. It's surprisingly easy for me to do. "You're so excitable."

"Charlie, nothing can tame me when my king is singing."

"I'm your King too." I laugh.

Ethan sloppily bows. "Yes, my king."

Chuckling, I bow to him as well. "My knight."

"Oooo I like that." He smiles. "I'm your knight in worn leather armour."

"Yes!" I bounce. "My knight in leather and cowboy boots."

Ethan kicks my ass with his boots. "You bet."

I take a swig. "Ethan, let's get drunk." I grab his face. "Then after we have our fun here, let's fuck."

"I'd love that." He agrees and starts chugging.

"Who has a higher tolerance?" I wiggle my eyebrows and pull him to the bar.

"You." He laughs.

"We're here to test our limit," I tell the bartender and slam money down on the counter.

"Should we do shots or just chug?" Ethan asks, grinning.

"Shots! Shots! Shots-shots-shots-shots!" I sing loudly.

Ethan winks at the bartender and they set up ten shots for each of us. "You're probably gonna beat me."

"You gotta put up a fight." I hold up the first.

"Oh, I will." He smirks and downs five in a row.

Chuckling, I down all ten, turning them over one after the other. "Ten more." I slam more money down.

"Damn, Char." Ethan shakes his head and catches up, signalling for more himself.

"Don't let me drink for a month after this unless it's a special occasion," I tell him. "I don't want to get back into it."

"Then you shouldn't be doing this now, babe." Ethan burps.

"But Eeeeeeethan, I wanna have fun. I'm not nearly as bad as I was. I used to blackout and wake up in strange places."

"We can have fun without drinking." Ethan tries to kiss me, but misses my lips by a centimeter. "Next time, we're gonna go sober and you'll see." He downs five more shots, groaning.

"Maybe you should stop." I rub his back. "And we have fun without alcohol all the time. This isn't the same as your smoking. I have quite the tolerance."

"Yep. You're craaaaazy." He pats his pockets and frowns. "My ciggies..."

"I have your gum. Do you want that?" I ask.

"No." he pouts like a child and grabs more shots, swaying slightly.

"The nicotine gum. I won't judge you." I kiss him.

"I wanna smoke if you get to drink." he looks at our glasses. "How many are you on?"

"Sixteen. Ethan, me drinking isn't killing me." I pout.

"Moooore." He goes for more shots. "I must win."

I down five more. "Don't puke. You remember my thing, right?"

"Your thing? I won't puke. I never puke." He scoffs.

"You're gonna make yourself sick. Just give up."

He laughs. "You started this! I shall never give up."

"I'm on twenty-seven."

"And you're not even tipsy?!"

"Just a little." I giggle.

"Good." He smiles. "Cause I love you sooooo much."

"Me too. I'd name a son after you." I lean over and kiss all over his face.

"That's so sweet." He coos and pulls me against his chest. "My squishy Charlie. I can't wait to be married to you."

"I wanna get married. I wanna be a Dechart." I moan.

"Fuck yes. Charlie Dechart. My husband." Ethan looks incredibly happy.

"Yes." I hug him tightly.

"Let's go home, baby, I wanna see you naked."

"Mmm, really?" I stand up, swaying. "How bad?"

"Sooooo bad." He kisses my chest and stands as well, wobbling.

"You're so impatient." I giggle.

"It's 'cause I love you." He giggles back and pokes my belly button.

"Noooo, not yet. Let's karaoke!"

"Babe, I can't sing for shit." Ethan warns me.

"You sound beautiful. I love your voice. If you're shy, we can do it at home."

"Shy? Me?" He laughs and heads for the karaoke station.

"What song should we do?"

"I know the perfect one, Loverboy." Ethan winks. "Put on 'Good Ol' Fashion Loverboy' by Queen." He tells the DJ.

They comply and I blush as I clear my throat and prepare to sing. I bounce. "I hope I don't disappoint." I look at him.

"You won't." He smiles and begins singing the song right to me, ignoring our audience and looking deep into my eyes.

Feeling at ease, I sing with him, maintaining eye contact while I reach for his hand, loving his voice, imperfections and all.

He holds my hand and sings with passion, making a whole performance out of it as if he was serenading me.

I find his antics utterly adorable and let them fill me with confidence as I get more into it, singing my heart out with him. It feels so freeing and I feel my heart swell and the need to never let him go.

We continue until the end of the song when Ethan pulls me into a heated kiss as everyone claps.

My arms wrap around him as I blush and hold his hand up for the crowd before bowing with him.

Looking to Ethan, I blush and pull him off the stage and out of the club. He follows, giggling, and calls a car.

"Too impatient to walk, Superstar?" I laugh, hanging off of him.

"I forgot about walking." He blushes.

Squishing his cheeks inside the car, I move my lips to his neck and kiss cutely until we arrive home. I tip well and thank the driver before yanking Ethan into the elevator and pinning him to the wall. "Ethan, I'm horny."

"Mm, you are? How's that?" He asks, feigning ignorance.

I bring my lips to his ear. "So there's this guy."

"Mhm," He gestures for me to continue.

"He's just so sexy." I grind my knee against his crotch. "I've been watching over him since the first day of school. He was an eight who thought he was an eleven, but I think I set him straight." I grab his dick. "Or gay." I smirk.

Ethan chuckles sexily and grinds back. "Somethin' like that. At least I got to beat your ass like I wanted, well, in a way."

"Mm, and I got to turn the third year gay." I pull him into the apartment as soon as we reach the floor and I lock the door, staring into his eyes. "And I learned he's really a twelve."

"You flatter me." Ethan smirks and pulls me into his bedroom by my shirt before pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. His hands immediately go to my chest and feel me up.

"Do you wanna know why he's a twelve?" I ask.

"Yeah, tell me." He massages my lower back.

"He has the sexiest aura about what he's passionate about and he's not normal. He's a bad boy, but he's soft and loves cowboys. Not to mention he's a great artist and the cutest archeologist ever." I look around before whispering, "He's also so good at eating me out."

Ethan smiles. "I'm really glad you like my major. I've always felt embarrassed by it."

"Flaunt it, baby. I'm gonna write all about it."

"Please do." He picks me up and kisses me.

"I have to. You're my muse." I kiss back and remove his shirt.

"I kinda love that." He chuckles and sits down on the bed, his hands slipping into my pants to feel up my ass.

Closing my eyes, I begin to suck on his neck, tasting him.

Ethan moans, gripping my cheeks. "Your tongue works fucking magic, baby."

Grinning, I work on a hickey before breaking away and licking over the area. "Mine," I whisper.

"Yours." he replies before sucking a mark onto my neck. "Mine."

"Forever and always." I smirk and pull at his pants with a pout.

He agrees and pulls both his pants and underwear off, gripping his dick and shaking it. "This what you want?"

I giggle and sway. "It's a car dealership wiggly man."

"How dare you!" He grabs my hair and pushes me down on it. "For that you must suck him."

"Hello, Ethan Jr." I kiss it.

"Weird." He pets me.

"Can you impregnate me?" I giggle and lick.

"Let's see." He smirks and puts it in my mouth.

Excited, I hollow out my cheeks and go down once before coming back up, licking the slit. "You taste so good, Ethan." I move back and bite my lip, looking him over before slipping a finger in and licking at his asshole.

He moans and lays down, spreading his legs so I have better access. "You taste even better, baby." He giggles. "So good."

"Mm, you've been so good." I stroke him while the other hand teases his prostate. "You've been working so hard and takin' care of me so good, baby. I just wanna take care of you too." I rest my head against his right thigh.

Ethan runs his fingers through my hair and moans freely, his body responding so sweetly to my touch. "Please do, Charlie."

My hand moves from his dick to the bedside table to get the lube. Opening it, I remove my other hand and begin to blow him while I lubricate him.

Grinning, Ethan sits up when I finish, a mischievous look on his face while he reaches behind me and ties my wrists together behind my back. "Can you fuck me without your hands, Charlie?" He hiccups while smirking.

"You asshole, I wanna touch you." I contemplate how to go about this.

He kisses me. "If you break out you can tie me up instead."

"I can, but it'll leave marks around my wrists." I feel around.

Ethan's eyes widen. "I don't wanna hurt you!" He cries and immediately goes to untie me.

"What a dope." I chuckle. "I could've broken out. They wouldn't have lasted more than a few days." I kiss him.

Ethan smiles into the kiss. "I need you, Charlie, I'm so horny and you've been teasing me all night."

"It's what I do." I pin him to the bed. "I see you and I just want you no matter the circumstance."

"God, me too baby. I'd fuck you till I died." He groans.

"You're not allowed to die." I look him in the eyes as I slowly insert myself.

Ethan keeps eye contact as he lets out breathy moans. His eyes are clouded from the effects of the alcohol, but at the same time so very clear to me. He loves me and he loves how I make him feel. He looks at me like I'm his world.

Smiling, I lean forward and kiss him, gripping tighter as I pick up the pace. I want to give him everything. I want him to just think about us right now, everything we are and everything we will be.

I'm not scared of the future as long as I'm certain he's in it.

Ethan's moans grow louder as his body writhes beneath me in pure pleasure. He pulls me close and kisses me everywhere, my face, my lips, my collar bones, my neck, basically anywhere he can reach.

My breath catches as his lips brush over my collarbone piercing and I moan. "Fuck—"

He sucks on it, his tongue outlining the metal and massaging my skin. "Charlie."

"Ethan." My hands move upwards to squeeze his tightly as I fuck him rougher, hitting his prostate. "You feel so fucking good."

Ethan moans so loud I bet our neighbors can hear and squeezes my hand back. "Yes, oh shit, you fuck me so good baby. I love your cock. I love it, I love it so much."

"That's right." I bite his lip and smirk. "Only I can fuck you like this." My right hand grabs his dick. "Only me."

"Only you, Charlie." Ethan agrees and smashes our lips together in a passionate kiss. "My first, my one, my only."

"Your one and only." I feel myself grow more and more territorial and I moan. "So many people were looking at you and they'll never have you."

"Never." Ethan agrees, thrusting himself against me. "You give me everything. You're my everything."

"Your Charlie, your husband." I smirk.

"My husband." Ethan gasps in pleasure. "Mine." he bites down on my neck and sucks hard. "You are mine. Forever."

"Fuck, Ethan," I moan, but move away. "What are you, a vampire?" I chuckle, stroking him teasingly.

"For your cum. I need it to live." He smirks and clicks his teeth together.

"Mm, do you want me to fill your mouth rather than your ass, baby?"

"Yes, Charlie, please."

Smirking, I pull out and gently smack my dick against his lips. "Open up."

Ethan moans and opens his mouth, tonguing my slit like a starved animal before taking the whole head in his mouth. He opens wide and hollows out his cheeks, his eyes practically begging.

"Aww, does the little slut wanna suck my cock?" I tease.

Ethan nods enthusiastically and leans forward to take in more. "Please, baby, tastes so good."

Blushing for a second, I grab my phone to record. "You can taste whatever you want, Ethan." I pet him, pushing in further.

Ethan giggles. "I wisth I coul' suck and eat you out aht the same time." He moans louder and louder, eyes closing in pure ecstasy as he deepthroats me, his nose pressing into the skin of my crotch area. He breathes in my scent and kisses my skin before fucking himself on my cock.

Helping him out, I use his hair to stabilize us and fuck into him. Ethan keeps on for a while before pulling all the way off and licking a stripe up my cock with eyes locked on the camera. "I'm your bitch, baby."

"Mm, yes you are," I drink it in.

"I love you so much." He breathes, licking all around as my dick slides all over his face, covering him in his own saliva and my pre cum. "I love your ass and your dick and your mouth and your hands and your hair and your tummy and your feet and your legs and arms and face and... and everything. My Charlie. I love getting fucked by my Charlie."

"I love you too." I chuckle.

Ethan smiles. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, baby." He promises then takes me back into his mouth, trying to get my balls in too.

Covering my mouth with my free hand, I bite down, feeling myself grow even harder. I switch our positions so I'm over him again, sitting on his face and bouncing up and down roughly while zooming in.