Well. Today I got high. And, I'm surprised I even remember anything that happened but fuck.

I went to mine and Austin's room and Austin was there, he was having another episode. He kinda agve me a lecture about being high and I asked what it was to him and he said "nothing apparently" then in so many words he told me to leave and I told him I only came to ask him to fuck me and headed to the door to leave. He literally shot up from the bed and looked at me confused. So, I repeated myself and told him that it didn't matter because he wanted me to leave. Then, he told me to get back to the bed and I just stayed in my spot at the door and told him to make me which made him move over to me.

"You don't listen very well do you?" he said, placing both hands against the door beside my head, caging me in kinda.
"Maybe I just didn't want to listen."

Then he pulled me by my wrist and pushed me onto the bed, straddling me. I wasn't allowed to touch him. Ask questions and I had to tell him if it was too much.

"Why don't you just tie me up? I might not be able to control myself." I smirked.

And, he did. He tied my wrists to the bed post with a ripped t-shirt. Honestly, him fucking me is better than drugs. Okay.

"Oops, I hope you don't like this shirt too much." he mumbled as he started to tear it off of me.
"Well, it's too late now." I laughed a bit.

He was honestly a lot stronger than I thought, I don't know if it's just because I'm weak but I definitely can't tear a shirt without there being some sort of hole or slit in it.

He moved over my neck and chest, biting and sucking hard. Like, really hard. I'm surprised chunks of my skin weren't in his mouth. I'm really not complaining though because I really liked it. A few noises escaped my mouth and I closed my eyes, pushing my chest up and turning my head as he bit. He removed his own shirt and unbuttoned my jeans, grinding against me fast and 'hard'. Always. Hard. (no pun intended) I pushed my hips back up, earning a small moan from Austin. Which, I don't think he liked much because he pushed my chest down into the bed, restricting any movement from that place. (like I said, he's strong. I'm weak.) I let out a few moans, biting on my bottom lip as he continued to bit and suck over my jawline and neck. I just wanted him to fuck me. None of this teasing shit. But, I stayed quiet. I really was dying to touch him. Ugh.

He pulled both of our jeans and boxers off and ground his hips against mine again, a little slower this time and I managed to push back just as hard. He slammed hard into me, making me cry out like a little bitch. He didn't start out slow, he got straight to the point. All I could think about was touching him and I wriggled my arms a little in an attempt to free myself up. God, Alan. Why the fuck did you give him the idea of tying you up? I failed with trying to get my hands loose.

I really thought he'd never stop biting, my lip was bleeding by now from me biting down so hard on it and my skin was covered in red patches and teeth marks from the biting and sucking.

Once we were done fucking, Austin untied me and I cuddled up to him.

"I won't remember this tomorrow will I?" he questioned, sounding sad. Which, I can understand why. It was a sad thing.
"Probably not."

Then that was it. Nothing really interesting happened. I haven't seen him yet but, I'll probably see him later so I'll find out if he remembers anything and if not, then I guess he's gonna be reading this..
Bye.
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