Hehe. A blast from the past:
Edvard gazed longingly into the eyes of his reflection, struck by his own handsome face framed beautifully in the long oak mirror. He put both arms on either side of the frame, so there was nowhere for himself to hide. To his surprise however, his reflection didn't flinch at the prospect of being dominated by this great beast. In fact, from his ravenous expression, he seemed to crave Edvard even moreso than he craved him..self?
Anyway, as Edvard leaned in slowly to press his lips against the cold hard glass, his reflection grabbed the side of his ribcage. Edvard drew a sharp breath, and recoiled slightly in pain. His reflection enjoyed this, he pulled Edvard's mouth back to his with his teeth, and licked his lips as he tasted blood. "Mmmm."
This angered Edvard. Why did his romantic interests always seem so amused by his pain? "Be careful," he snarled. "You won't enjoy this when I'm angry." His reflection winked back at him, which sent Edvard into a rage. He would test this theory. Without warning, Edvard put pressure on the foldable area of the mirror, forcing it to snap back. Seeing his usually powerful reflection vulnerable, he could barely control himself. He swirled his tongue around the nipple first, then in a straight thick line from the collarbone to the jaw.
He then pushed the mirror further down, so that the head of the frame was level with his glorious manhood. He looked down at himself and saw raw excitement in his reflection. His reflection appeared to be mentally preparing himself for this beast of a man to enter him.
Ed let out a long, hard moan as he broke through the safety film on the strategically placed glory hole and held the frame in place to take him in his entirety. His reflection seemed unphased, until Ed began enter more forcefully. When Edvard felt himself struggling, it awakened something inside of him, and he went harder, deeper, as his reflection spluttered and choked beneath him.
"You like it, don't you."
