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It's a small white box.
Inside of the box it a glass bottle of Naloxone which comes with a needle to inject it in case of an overdose, the people use it to reverse overdoses.
There are sprays for it too, but they cost more than the box. It sits on the night desk next to the table, there's the box, and beneath it is an older ready used bottle of it. Robert doesn't have anything along the lines of naloxone in his house, so Morrissey keeps it with him on hand.
He's given Robert the substance before as a reminder.
That's when there's the knock at his door, the knock he can tell the owner of by how soft it is. Soft yet loud, a three repeating quick tap. Morrissey opens the door meeting blue eyes with a smile.
Robert leans into him already, hugging him softly. The two pair around eachother for a moment before Morrissey locks and closes the door again. Roberts already sitting down on the couch by the time Morrissey turns around.
The flat is small, kitchen, living room, bathroom, and a small side room that's his bedroom. It's a shabby place, yes. Yet Robert stares at him from the couch in the lowly lit room, the TV is the brightest thing. He sits next to him, Robert kissing him softly.
"You didn't take your sleeping pills this week right?" Robert asks leaning into him. "I've been off them, they don't help one bit." he says wrapping his arms around him. "In general I'm not on the medicines I was given, they don't make me feel, as alive." Morrissey goes on as Robert kisses his jaw softly.
He pulls back nodding. "Yeah, I understand you. Mood stabilizers are probably the worse.. along with antidepressants." Robert says wiping his lips. Robert sits on the floor now, reaching into his jacket pocket, placing a brown bag on the table.
"Did you get new stuff?" Morrissey asks from behind him, placing his hands on his back. "Err, yeah. It's mostly pure according to what she told me." Robert says looking back at Morrissey. He pulls out a small glass bottle of a brown-black goo from inside the bag.
"Don't worry, I cleaned the needle already." Robert says placing it down. "Hm.. still ill clean it again before I shoot it up." Morrissey says sliding onto the floor with Robert. "You set it up, and I'll grab the naloxone." Morrissey says walking away from the living room, as Robert takes off his overcoat.
By the time Morrissey gets back, placing the box on the table, Robert has his shirt off and is tightening his upper arm. "You're ready that quick?" Morrissey says in a sly voice, unbuttoning his shirt. "You get ready too~" Robert says in a slightly musical voice. Robert keeps his right arm outstretched as he kisses Morrissey again for a moment.
Morrissey makes a soft groan when he does before putting his button-up aside. The needles already prepared, that sticky brown-black goo inside of it clearly. Robert watches as Morrissey starts to prep his own arm for the injection. Him grabbing the needle and tapping it against the glass lightly.
Robert starts to put it against the crook of his elbow, sticking the needle into his skin. He makes a light groaning sound as he pushes it deeper, before injecting it. It's a good thirty seconds Robert does before it's empty and he slowly pulls it out. He taps it again against the bottle as he puts a cloth against his arm. Morrissey cleans the needle again before he starts to get his fill.
After he puts the needle aside he leans against Robert, breathing heavily. Robert leans into him too, a slight almost purr coming out as he wraps an arm around him.
The drug can take almost four minutes to take in, and it can last five hours. A rule he and Robert have is to not fall asleep within six hours after untill sober. "Mnhm.. Robbie." Morrissey says kissing him softly. Robert's breathing slow too now, but he seems relaxed and slightly giddy.
He chuckles softly as Morrissey keeps kissing him, placing the cloth on the table. Robert kisses at Morrissey's neck softly, to which he chuckles softly in reaction to the feeling of them.
Heroin makes Morrissey feels like a man, it's such a rush it's like he can forget.
Robert in general also makes Morrissey feel like a man, he makes him feel happy and euphoric. The drug gives him that same feeling, but it's a slight sting.
Heroin is a pain nullifier, Robert kisses his cheek again.
Heroin makes you forget about your pity life, Robert starts to take off his jeans.
"Mm.. I love you Robert." Morrissey mumbles out as he starts to slides off his trousers and boxers. Robert pushes his weight on top of Morrissey, just laying his head on top of his chest.
Robert kisses Morrissey's chest softly, as Morrissey wraps his arms around Robert. "You're so gentle with me." he mumbles thrusting his hips up slightly. "I don't wanna ever hurt you." Robert says picking up his head, kissing him again. The lipstick slightly sticks to Morrissey this time, causing him to chuckle into the kiss.
The pair have a shared drowse to them and a shared feeling of love and pleasure. Robert slides off his underwear finally, rubbing against Morrissey lightly.
Morrissey moaning lightly in response, looking up at the roof with his dilated eyes. He holds onto Robert tighter before he slides down lower, rubbing his cheek against Morrissey's cock.
Morrissey moans again this time looking down with wide eyes. Robert kisses the tip softly, Morrissey thrusting his hips up again with a moan. He grabs Morrissey's hips and slides it into his mouth slowly, Morrissey makes louder sounds, using a hand to clutch the carpet as Robert slowly sucks.
Robert pulls his mouth off and leads Morrissey to lay on his side. "Uhh wait.. Gimme a moment." Robert says standing up, Morrissey rolling onto his stomach. Robert grabs another glass bottle from the table, uncapping it before sitting with Morrissey on the floor again.
"Spread your legs a little bit for me Moz.." Robert says as he wipes the lube onto his fingers. "Mn.. yeah okay.." Morrissey mumbles out, sitting on his knees and lifting himself up with his hands. He's trembling a bit before his body shivers again upon feeling his ass being spread by Robert.
He starts to massage his anus with the lube. "Oh god.. Robert.." Morrissey whines as he does, panting deeper. Finally he shoved a finger into Morrissey causing him to moan loudly.
Robert spreads Morrissey slowly and slowly starts to fuck him with with three fingers, spreading him open as Morrissey keeps moaning. Slowly he pulls his fingers out, Morrissey laying on his back now, wiping his face. Robert starts to lube up his dick, fucking into his hand slightly mumbling out Morrissey's name.
Robert slowly starts to slide his dick into Morrissey's already spread anus, Morrissey trembling more as he did, moaning louder. He holds onto Morrissey by his hips, while Morrissey holds onto him by his shoulders.
He's thrusting and he's going hard on Morrissey. He's going quick and erratic. Morrissey keeps moaning or making loud sounds as Robert fucks into him. "Oh God! Fuck- oh.. Robert!" Morrissey moans out as he breathes heavily. He chuckles lightly between moans as Robert keeps thrusting.
He's thrusting roughly, groaning from how tight Morrissey still is. "Robert oh- Robert!" Morrissey yells with a hiss. He grips Morrissey hips harder as he feels tears prick his own eyes. Morrissey keeps yelling his name with moans as they keep going.
Morrissey moans out Robert's name again, with a groan afterwards, hitting the door with his foot loudly as he cums. Morrissey goes limp, hanging onto Robert as he keeps thrusting into in.
Morrissey's breathing slow and heavy as Robert finally comes inside him. He let's out a loud groan as he finally lets his load inside Morrissey to which as it ends he lets go of him, panting against his chest. Morrissey's trembling lightly as Robert pulls out, pulling him to sit up with him.
He grips onto Robert still breathing heavy as Robert kisses his arm softly. "I love you.." Robert says softly as he leads Morrissey to sit on the couch.
Morrissey mumbles words to himself as they both lay against the couch together. "I love youu too Robert.." Morrissey says finally wiping his face. Robert massages Morrissey's hips lightly, kissing him.