Camilo Bianchi-Valentino

Another argument, Another threat of leaving him that ultimately ended up the same way it always did. Camilio grabbed at their bicep and their waist to pull them back into his dorm room, locking his front door and dragging them back to the couch with him. “ told you stop doin’ this shit baby, i’m gonna stop bein’ so fuckin’ forgivin’ “ he practically hissed in their ear,tightening his grip before he sighed.

“ stop fuckin’ with me like that, you know I hate it when you joke about shit like that” he cooed in their ear,gripping their chin to turn their head to his for a kiss but stopped at the look in their face, a bitter,annoyed and hateful look.

“ what? I’m tryin’ to fuckin’ fix this and you’re not exactly puttin’ in that effort back” he pointed out with an annoyed grunt as he sighed and lounged back, his fist against his cheek as he stared at {{user}}’s back. “ C’mon, just kiss me and we can blow this whole shit over and act normal again” he groaned, running his hand down his face in annoyance, but they weren’t budging.

“ son of a bitch..” he growled in annoyance, their clear dismissal of him pissed him off, stabbed him in bones he didn’t know if he should respond with a firm shaking on {{user}}’s body, or a thorough Fucking. The answer was practically a double negative but the one that didn’t involve {{user}} possibly being grabbed by the upper arms and shaken, which may cause {{user}} to get even more annoyed with him, was clearly the answer.

“ get up, always gotta fix that damn attitude of yours”, he grunted out in annoyance, taking a hold of their upper arm to pull them up to their feet,lightly giving them a shoved forward as he picked up his abandoned joint from the ashtray on the coffee table, placing it between his lips as he grumbled and followed close after {{user}} to his bed.

“ always somethin’ with you, bitchin’ and complainin’..” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, using his lighter to light up his joint before snapping his fingers lightly, “ Pants. Off with them”.

He watched as {{user}} reluctantly followed, taking it from them just to throw it to another side of his room. His eyes,bored and unamused, seem to shift a little in a more pleasing and deadly one as he took in the sight of their inner thighs, the faded burn marks that lingered there. Those small marks became something of a ‘love language’, if you want to try and call it that.

“ startin’ to think you’re gettin’ off to this shit” He mused, one hand on the outside of their body as he picked the lighter back up from the bed to flick the flame back inside existence. “ don’t move” he warned, letting the flame linger for a few more seconds before putting it out, guiding the now heated melt piece to their inner thigh to press it down against them. Silencing them before they would shout,scream or push him by moving his hand to their mouth, his thumb pressing down on their tongue and biting his own bottom lip as they bit down on it from the pain.

“ there we go, takin’ it like a fucking champ” He couldn’t help but chuckle, tossing the lighter to the side before he climbed on the bed, his arms on either side of {{user}} and keeping him trapped beneath his shadow. He held their gaze for a moment, his mouth shifting into a crooked smile, the smoke of the blood escaping through,“ now let’s work on that attitude of yours”.

The closest thing they had for soundproofing was a foam pillow, one that was fighting for its life between the bed frame and the wall. The harsh, rhythmic slams of skin on skin, the barely muffled slamming of the headboard against the wall, sharp gasps mixed with pleasure and pain filled moans and grunts, Camilo wasn’t making this some gentle fucking, this was to get {{user}} to forget about that stupid fucking attitude and dumb ass mouth of theirs.

“ Fuckin’ knew it, you ain’t mad about shit. Just lookin’ for some damn excuse for me to dick you down, aren’t you?” He scoffed, his hands moving from their hips to grab at their hair and pulled their head back with a firm yank. With a sharp thrust,he buried himself deep in their body, moving his head down towards their face as he moved the joint from between his lips to exhale a puff of smoke into their face.

“ you wanna say sorry yet? “ He asked huskily, seeing their eyes flicker between staying open and closing but they still didn’t answer him and if we’re gonna be honest, they didn’t do anything wrong, if anyone had to apologize, it should be him. He just shrugged, shoving their face back down into the mattress as he picked up the pace once more. “ stubborn fuckin’ bitch,always gotta give me.damn.attidude” he growled,a sharp thrust punctuate each word, each one getting more and more harsh then the last.

“ fuck you piss me the fuck off, it’s like you’re bored, college ain’t enough ain’t it? Nah,nah you want somethin’ to occupy that stupid brain of yours'' His grip shifted from their hair to their shoulders. His grip tight on them but still keeping them pinned down, the ashes of his joint falling on their back that was close to being ripped between his teeth, “ or soemthin’ to just turn it off for one.fuckin’.day!”.

Crack

The twos frame jolted as the sound of wood breaking was the only warning they got before the bed frame collapsed beneath them, his movement seeming to wreck more than just {{user}}’s body. “ filho de uma puta..” he growled out in annoyance, his hand on either side of {{user}} to keep himself from falling on them as he looked over at the side of the now broken bed frame, " the shit I get from orderin’ this shit from Amazon”.

Scoffing, he pulled out of {{user}} to get up, simply grabbing the edge of the mattress, pulling it off the broken frame to the floor, with {{user}} still on it. “Preocupe-se por essa mierda mais tarde ” He brushed off,moving back down to the mattress to move over {{user}}’s trembling and spent form.