Anyone for some Warren/Andrew kink?

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EDIT: Updated

Any Warren/Andrew shippers out there?Great, I'm glad I have your attention now

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You know how I compared all this to a rollercoaster earlier? Well this is the part where you're at the very top of the very first, tallest drop on the entire ride and you're in the first car looking straight down. This is when your lungs take a holiday and your eyes forget to blink and you can feel your pulse beating in every inch of your body. This is when you see what's coming and you're not sure if you're terrified or titillated and you know that no matter how much you brace yourself for what's coming, it won't be enough so all you can do is just ride it.

And that is what I saw when Warren opened the door to the back room. I was looking straight down.

Warren led me through the confusing scene and I gripped his hand tightly. All the sights, sounds, and smells made my head spin even more than it already was. I had that feeling like when you walk into a big, beautiful room in a museum and your eyes try and look at everything at once until suddenly you feel like you're spinning in circles. Of course, this was the dirtiest museum I'd ever been in, but still - same feeling of vertigo. My eyes lingered on the girl covered with all the little cuts, bleeding and screaming but still clearly enjoying herself in that subtle, unspoken way that people like... well, like everyone here understood.

"It gets even better than that, kitten, if you've got the heart for it. But don't worry."

I gasped at the sudden electric shock of skin on skin contact as Warren slipped his fingers into my pants.

"I'd never hurt you like that. Unless I felt like it."

Oh God... I was going to pass out. No, no I couldn't. Not here, with all these other people... But that was just it. When Warren and I had played our games in his basement, it was just us, but here, everyone was watching. Everyone knew. And the room seemed to be saturated with that feeling I had every time Warren would give me one of his orders. It was like all the bodies here were just serving as conductors for that raw kind of energy I'd always felt, channeling it straight to me stronger than ever. I couldn't stop it and I didn't want to.

I leaned forward as Warren undid my pants button, his fingers tracing the slight curve of my very lower stomach slowly, and I let my head hover just in front of his. The world around us was suddenly on mute and I could hear my own small, gasping breaths surprisingly loud in my own ears. Each timid little puff of air from my mouth washed over Warren's jaw line and against his neck and cheek. I wet my lips, looking him straight in the eye and just waiting... waiting for him to close the distance or push me away or push me down to my knees... anything. He was in control. He gave the orders. All I had to do was lose myself in them.

"W-Warren..."

My entire body shuddered at the mere inches between us. My mind played out in my head all the different possible scenarios that could follow. I whimpered softly from the thoughts, eyes darting back to the wall a few feet behind me that featured prominently in many of those thoughts. Whatever Warren was going to do, I seriously needed him to do it now and preferably hard, otherwise I'd just have to step out of bounds and complete that would-be kiss myself.