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“Shhh…don’t wanna get caught, now do we, babe?” Shindou murmured, the warmth of his breath against your ear making you shiver.
Already, your pulse was thundering in your veins, your head spinning with the adrenaline the situation brought.
After all, it’s not every day your lover snuck into your college dormitory and dragged you into a closet.
“You, my dormmates are literally outside!” you hissed, biting back a yelp when you feel large hands curl around your thighs through your thin sleep shorts. Shindou chuckled, and you can practically feel the smile he made against your skin as he ignored your half-hearted squirming.
Long fingers trailed up against your inner thigh, sliding over your shorts until they can dip under the waistband and squeeze against your cheeks, fondling the warming flesh easily as you shuddered against them.
“Don’t even worry about it, sweetheart. No one will know if you just stay quiet,” he hummed, nuzzling his nose against your temple before starting to slowly, playfully kiss his way down to your pulse point. You can already feel the press of his cock against your thigh where he’s pressed up close to you, and it tempts you even more than his words do.
Then he starts to grind against you, and your mind goes blank, desire making its presence known with a sharp throb in your sex, a gasp escaping your lips as he holds you firmly against him.
“Come on, sweetheart. I told you I’d be coming around to visit,” Shindou chuckled, his free hand curling around your hip while the other pulled out of your shorts just long enough to start teasing the thin material down. “And I know you’re prepped. I could tell the instant I pulled you into the closet and smelled that lube you like using when you get yourself all ready for me.”
You flush at how he purrs the last part of his sentence, unable to deny him when he was completely correct. The moment he’d said there was a chance he was sneaking into the dorms, you’d locked yourself away to the bathroom to stretch yourself with the cherry-flavored lube he’d bought you.
Still. Two could play the flustering game, even if Shindou had a head start.
Shifting against him, you press your exposed inner thighs against the throbbing length of his cock, wiggling against him in a way that has Shindou drawing in a sharp breath before hissing it out in a drawn-out curse against your neck.
“Damn, maybe you really do want us to get caught,” he breathed, nipping at your neck in a teasing reprimand. “Or maybe, you’re just impatient now that you’ve gotten over your little shy act, hm?”
You press your hips back against him sharply, a slight frown on your lips. “Don’t be a little shit, You!” you hissed, ignoring how embarrassment only made the situation hotter.
It doesn’t take much for you to lose hold of the light irritation, though. Not when Shindou presses his lips against your shoulder in a teasing apology before starting to trail over your bared skin with eager fingers. He finds your hole easily enough, already wet with lube and stretched well enough that he’s able to slide his fingers in with little effort.
“ Fuck. ” Shindou groans, voice strained as his fingers start to press inside of you. Biting your lip, you tuck your face against his shoulder, clinging as thick fingers spread you wide and send waves of pleasure flowing down your spine. You almost want to savor the sensation, but patience was only your strong suit when you weren’t with him.
“Come on, You,” you sighed, pressing a kiss of your own to his neck as you squeezed around his fingers. “I can’t wait anymore…fuck me already.”
You can practically feel him throb against you at your words, his next breath hissed in through clenched teeth before he slowly drags his fingers from you. The sound they make dragging against your slicked walls only serves to make you hotter, and you whine against his neck pleadingly.
“Can’t believe my lovely little partner was so impatient for a dicking down that they got themselves all opened up and ready for me,” Shindou growled, circling the rim of your hole with the rough pad of his fingers. “Bet you bent yourself over in front of that big mirror in the bathroom, thinking about my cock while you poured all that lube and fingered it deep inside your hungry hole.”
You shudder at the low, raspy voice that fills your ears, biting against his shoulder to stop the noise that wanted to leave your mouth. Shindou snarls wordlessly at the sting of pain, but it sparks him into motion faster than before. It doesn’t take long until you hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, followed by the rustle of fabric being pulled aside.
Then the tip of his cock is lined up against you, and you suck in a breath as you clench slightly in anticipation. Without a word, you start to rock back against him, keeping your bite against his skin as he helps guide you down his cock, until you’re seated nearly halfway down. Even at only half the length, you can feel him like a punch in your gut, the feeling of fullness making you suck in desperate lungfuls of air as Shindou presses a kiss to the top of your head before continuing to ease you down, inch by inch.
Finally, he bottoms out, and you very nearly moan aloud at the feeling of being stretched so wide. But Shindou knows you well enough, and before it can escape your throat, he’s dragged your head back with a hand in your hair and captured your lips in a messy, demanding kiss. He swallows your noises easily, and vaguely, you’re aware of him shifting you into a more comfortable position before he starts to greedily grind up against you.
Already, you can feel the drip of your arousal over your sex and down your thighs, the teasing and the sensation of being filled already making your head swim and your vision blur. Every shift of Shindou’s hips against yours, every sharp little thrust he makes drives you closer to your release, and it’s only the saving grace of his mouth on yours that keeps you from crying out your pleasure and alerting all of your roommates to what’s going on.
But eventually, it grows to be too much, to be too overwhelming. The slide of his skin against yours, the air growing heavy with the scent of sex and musk, and the ever-growing pleasure building in your gut all grow into an intoxicating mixture that drags you closer and closer to the edge. Shindou’s fucking has grown sloppy, the steady rhythm faltering into something carnal, something hungry, the wet noises of your fucking filling the closet alongside the ragged breathing and swallowed noises of pleasure.
Finally, there’s a choked gasp - whether from you or Shindou, neither of you would be able to tell - and then Shindou’s hands are tightening in your hair and on your hip. He thrust once, twice, before finally bottoming out just as he steals your lips for one last heated kiss and the heat of his cum fills you.
Tears gather and spill down your cheeks as your release washes over you, breathy, gasping moans slipping past the seal of Shindou’s lips on yours. Shindou’s own pleasure is silent, shared only through the tension in his hands, in his thighs, before he slowly releases it, sinking back against the wall and letting you slump against him as he lets your lips part in a slow, languid pull.
It takes several moments of heaving breaths and finding thoughts, but eventually, you look up at Shindou and squirm a bit, jostling his cock that still rests inside of you. “I gotta get cleaned up…”
Shindou chuckles, holding you still just long enough to give you a short kiss. “What’s the hurry, sweetheart? It’s not like anyone’s awake.”
“Actually, we’re all awake, thanks. Fyi, dumbass, the walls are thin as hell in the college dorms.”
The sound of your roommate's irate voice sends you scrambling off Shindou's lap, your eyes wide as you spluttered out excuses. The effect is a bit lost, though, when every word is shadowed by the echo of Shindou’s hysterical laughter.
“You, I swear to fuck, you’re never allowed in the dorms again!”