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liquidtearsHere's the third prompt!
Mortal Instruments, Jace, solo pleasure, guilt, sister.
After the little run-in at Taki's, Jace had returned to the Institute alone.
He had originally intended to pick up the food alone, but when he had set foot out of his room to make the trip to Taki's, there had she been, right in front of him. Clary. His sister.
Even though he told her all those things at Taki's, he still loved her.
How weird was it, for a brother to love his sister like that?
Jace Wayland aka Johnathan Morgenstern, loved Clary Fray. They were just too scared to let their feelings go.
The fries and the hamburgers had been eaten by the rest of his Shadowhunter family.
He could get through these moments. He always did. They always ate takeout because of Isabelle's horrible cooking.
When he was finally done with dinner, he retreated to his chambers, where he used the Mark for Close on his door, to really lock the door so nobody could interrupt him.
All he could think about was his sister Clary.
How would she look naked, how would the sex with her be like?
As he lay there on his bed, his head on the pillows, his hand crept out and rubbed himself over the front of his jeans. He smirked, just thinking about his sister that way already made it harden. He felt no guilt whatsoever for thinking about sinful things like that.
True, there had been Kaelie, the pixie waitress at Taki's who he had dated before, but there was no love for her now.
His hand firmly caught his zipper and began to undo his fly as he drowned in images of his lips sucking on Clary's nipple and his fingertips slipping in and out of Clary's wet sex while seeing the huge blush on her cheeks.
One push of his pants and underwear and his hard cock came into view.
The earlier images got replaced by ones that promised Clary's hot mouth around that hardened human stele of his, the head flushed a dark purple.
He gripped his cock as he would grip his stele, hard, so it would not slip from his grip and watched as his hand jerked up and down his cock.
This went on for seconds, those stretching into minutes and minutes into hours, as he yelled out that one name of the one person he loved in the whole wide world, while his hot cum spilled forth from the slit of his cock and engulfed his shirt and face. "CLARY!!!"
Mortal Instruments, Jace, solo pleasure, guilt, sister.
After the little run-in at Taki's, Jace had returned to the Institute alone.
He had originally intended to pick up the food alone, but when he had set foot out of his room to make the trip to Taki's, there had she been, right in front of him. Clary. His sister.
Even though he told her all those things at Taki's, he still loved her.
How weird was it, for a brother to love his sister like that?
Jace Wayland aka Johnathan Morgenstern, loved Clary Fray. They were just too scared to let their feelings go.
The fries and the hamburgers had been eaten by the rest of his Shadowhunter family.
He could get through these moments. He always did. They always ate takeout because of Isabelle's horrible cooking.
When he was finally done with dinner, he retreated to his chambers, where he used the Mark for Close on his door, to really lock the door so nobody could interrupt him.
All he could think about was his sister Clary.
How would she look naked, how would the sex with her be like?
As he lay there on his bed, his head on the pillows, his hand crept out and rubbed himself over the front of his jeans. He smirked, just thinking about his sister that way already made it harden. He felt no guilt whatsoever for thinking about sinful things like that.
True, there had been Kaelie, the pixie waitress at Taki's who he had dated before, but there was no love for her now.
His hand firmly caught his zipper and began to undo his fly as he drowned in images of his lips sucking on Clary's nipple and his fingertips slipping in and out of Clary's wet sex while seeing the huge blush on her cheeks.
One push of his pants and underwear and his hard cock came into view.
The earlier images got replaced by ones that promised Clary's hot mouth around that hardened human stele of his, the head flushed a dark purple.
He gripped his cock as he would grip his stele, hard, so it would not slip from his grip and watched as his hand jerked up and down his cock.
This went on for seconds, those stretching into minutes and minutes into hours, as he yelled out that one name of the one person he loved in the whole wide world, while his hot cum spilled forth from the slit of his cock and engulfed his shirt and face. "CLARY!!!"
