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“I know you took my report,” I sent Dakota a sharp glare as I dug through my bag for my latest lab report. He had a habit of ‘misplacing’ my things, forcing me to tear apart our room in search of them.
“You don’t know anything,” he smirked as he leaned against the frame of the door, a smug look washing over his face. Guilty. “Maybe you left it in Derren’s room, you have a habit of doing that..”
This habit in question was not a habit I had, but more so something he claimed I did to get out his consequences. Derren always ended class early, there was always enough time to pack and leave before the next class, and I always have tight tabs on every one of my works in progress at all times. I knew I had it in my binder, and Dakota knew that too.
“I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” I threw my bag out onto the bed and looked at the figure in the doorway, “So, where is it?” I asked and began to walk toward him.
He let out a chuckle and denied himself again, and he watched me as I walked past him into the main area of the dorm. I’d found far too many of my belongings in his room, and that’s where I was headed. I heard his footsteps following behind, and complaints were shouted out; I ignored him and entered his room.
The room was similar to mine, a full-sized bed in the center, a white lampshade on the cherry wood bedside table, long floor to ceiling windows and a large desk in the corner. The desk had many drawers, which I opened and closed in search of my report.
“This has never been funny, Dakota,” I stated, and flipped through the papers on the top of the desk. What I didn’t realize was the panic that now surrounded his demeanor, and when he pulled me away from his desk and pushed me into a wall, it caught me by surprise. He held my shoulders to the wall, and his eyes were wide and frightened, like I’d treaded too close to a secret he wanted to keep. He held the pose for a little too long before letting go, and he put himself between me and the desk. “I’m sorry,” he admitted and easily found where he’d stashed it, “I won’t do it again.” He handed me the stapled paper with a push.
I held a confused look on my face for a moment, “. . Are you okay?” I said with a raised brow, slightly puzzled at the sudden shift in tone.
“Yes.” He hurriedly said, “You have what you need,” He gestured to the door, almost shoving me out with the words themselves.
I didn’t want to pry, but goddamn was I curious as to what would cause him to usher me out of his room so quickly. Usually, he let me look for a lot longer before I either found it, or he gave up the game. Today was different, the look in his eyes when I was against the wall, the sound of his voice, and how quick he was to suddenly get me out of there. It was fear. Fear from what? What could I possibly find that would inflict this amount of emotion.
He didn’t talk much the rest of the night, but he tried to come off as normal, playing it off like nothing happened, but it all remained in the back of my mind. I went to bed in hopes that he might share something in the morning, or at least the tension would ease.
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I cannot believe he almost found it. How dumb was I to place his report that I KNEW he would go looking for – virtually next to my stash. I’d been sneaking his laundry for a few weeks, stealing sweaters and shirts from his dirty laundry bin not long after he’d take them off. They smelled like him, and they smelled good. I would always put them back after a night or two, if I kept them for too long they would lose the scent and he may catch on. The thrill of smelling him in my bed night after night while I. . I couldn’t lose that feeling. What would he think of me then?
After he turned in for the night, I went back to my usual antics. I dug from under the desk a box that contained a sweater I’d stolen the same time I stole his lab report. I pulled it out and pressed it to my face, the smell of sweat mixed with cologne filled my senses and I breathed it in greedily. It was a blue sweater with ‘Lake Blue Hurricanes’ embroidered on the back, it was our high-school logo, but it had faded much over the years. I climbed into my bed and pulled myself under my covers, still breathing in the scent. I thought of what he looked like wearing it, studying at his desk, or walking around the suite with it on. I wanted – needed more than just this sweater. I wanted for the next time to just rip the clothes from him myself.
The thoughts of his bare self, combined with the smell of the cloth invaded my head and I slowly started to lose control of myself. I pulled the shirt tighter to my face with one hand, and the other traveled down my body. I desperately wanted it to be his hand touching me, his body pushing into me, and not just a remnant of the previous day’s outfit. I tugged at the drawstring of my shorts and then slipped my fingers beneath my waistband to reach around my dick. I pulled my shorts down slightly, to have easier access. I was already mostly hard, but the light touches I rewarded myself with made it more intense. I bit down into the fabric of the shirt, keeping it close to my nose. I let my mind go wild with fantasies. The idea of being caught red-handed in the act made me go berserk. I wanted him to walk in on me, see the things that his image made me do to myself, I wanted him to know how badly I wished what I had in my arms wasn’t just his shirt.
I grasped around my dick and pulled it all the way out of my shorts before starting to stroke myself. I breathed in heavily and every time I did so, my mind blazed with imagination and I found myself more turned on than before. I grinded into my hand and again pretended the hand wasn’t my own. I wanted so badly to storm across the hall and get him in my grasp for real. I pressed my face into the sweater and tried to muffle moans that escaped my mouth with every stroke. The moans turned into whines as I pictured him having his way with me. I wanted everything from him, I wanted him to grip my hair tight, I wanted him to scratch into my back and bite into me. I gripped myself tighter and tugged faster, feeling arousal continue to increase in my whole body. I let myself get louder and louder, weakly hoping that the sweater would muffle out some of the sounds pouring out of me.
I was climbing toward release when I heard the sounds of footsteps around my door. I didn’t want to stop, if anything the idea of him knowing exactly what I was doing made the whole experience all the more hot.
‘Knock knock knock’
Three gentle taps came from the door. My heart was racing out of my chest and adrenaline was coursing through every vessel in my body. I hastily slipped my shorts back over my now throbbing cock and threw the sweater beneath my covers. I slinked out of the bed and stalked toward the door, turning the knob and letting it creak open by itself.
A tall figure stood on the other side of the doorway, the windows let in moonlight which illuminated behind him. I could barely make out his face, but I could tell he hadn’t been awake for very long. My heart beat loudly into my ears, so loud I was convinced he could hear it too.
Atticus didn’t sleep with a shirt on, so all he was in were sweatpants that hugged his hips. Oh my god.
“Are you okay. . ?” He asked innocently and cocked his head to the side.
He knew. I had so many fantasies about this very moment, where I’d get to pounce and eat him up, but I froze in place, unable to act on any thought that infiltrated my mind. I suppose I stared blankly for too long, because he shifted and looked past me before asking again,
“Dakota?” A worried expression coated his face and his eyebrows pushed together.
He took a step into the room, closing the space between me and him. I tried to slow my breathing down, but that was an obvious failure.
“Um, yeah. . . I’m good,” I muttered, not wanting to meet his gaze. I took a step back to account for his step forward.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help with anything?” he asked with a smug smirk plastered on his mouth. He took another step into my room.
“Seb. . .” I never used his middle name. Sebastian. When I did, he knew something was up. I reached my hand out to keep some distance between us, but my fingers grazing along his soft chest made me ache. He took step after slow step into the room until he could close the door behind him. I could feel my pulse in my entire body, I still needed to release the tension he brought me earlier.
I couldn’t move, the air felt so heavy, I was ready to give myself to him and let him ravage me, but I couldn’t find the words.
“C’mon, Kota,” he whispered, and grabbed my right hand that I had placed onto his chest and brought it up to his mouth. Through the dark I could feel his pale eyes piercing me, and I could feel his teeth nibbling at the tips of my fingers.
“Seb. . .” That seemed to be the only thing I could get out, it was nothing but a weak cry. I pressed myself into him, feeling up his back with my free hand. He was taller than I was, I was probably about shoulder height. I couldn’t fathom this moment actually occurring, not ever in my wildest dream. But here he was in my room, at just the right time.
He returned my gesture and slid his hand around my back beneath my shirt. The touch made my hairs stand on end, and he could definitely feel my erection pressed against him. He took more of my fingers into his mouth, pressing kisses in the spaces between them. He guided me back into my bed and I sat down on the edge. My hands fell from his upper back to his lower, and I was now feeling up the thighs that were in front of me. He hugged my head tight and threw his hands into my hair. My face was pressed against his waist and I bit the top of the waistband of his pants. I pulled them down about halfway and was met with a pair of plaid underwear I’d stuffed my nose in before.
He let go of my hair and bent down to my face, his mouth mere inches from mine, he gripped my chin and forced my eyes up to him.
“I don’t want to rush this. . .” He whispered into my mouth before he connected his to mine and locked me into a passionate kiss.
I did want to rush it. I wanted all of him *now*. The longer this took, the more willpower it took me not to reach back down and finish myself off. Not only was I more turned on than literally ever before, but I was already on my brink. I don’t know how much more of this I could take. I pressed myself into his kiss and allowed him to take control. I grabbed the back of his head and gripped tightly on his long messy hair, I couldn’t get close enough to him— I needed more. His free hand traveled down my body and he pushed me flat down onto the bed. I moaned as he kissed me, and he smiled against my lips. As he climbed on top of me, his knee went in between my legs and started pressing hard into my shorts.
I let out more sounds as he continued to touch me, my mind racing as unthinkable thoughts invaded my head. I couldn’t control my hands as they started exploring every inch of him they could reach, groping around at his ass and thighs, but I mostly clawed at his back.
“Do you like that?” he whispered and pressed himself harder into me.
I didn’t like it, I *loved* it. I needed more. I tried to stifle moans that came out, but he knew just how to coax them out of me. He reached down and grabbed my cock from my shorts and jolts shot through my body. It didn’t take much of his stroking before I released into his hand, moaning and whimpering into his ear as he nibbled at my neck. Relief mixed with pleasure exploded in my system as he brought me up so quickly. I couldn’t contain myself anymore. He brought his now cum covered hand to his mouth and licked it off, then he brought his mouth down on mine again and let it flow between us, the taste coated my tongue. Once most of it was in my own mouth, he pulled away.
He grabbed my jaw and looked me in my eyes, “Swallow.” I obliged, and felt it go thickly down my throat, my eyes never averting from his own.
“Awh. . that was so quick. . But I guess we can be done here. .” he smirked and started to pull away.
No. No no no nono. I grabbed him and pulled him tightly to me once again.
I pleaded, “No, please. . Sebba. .” I whined out. I wasn’t done with him. I needed to feel him, and I needed it now. I saw something flicker in his eyes and he let a smile creep up his mouth. He kissed me again with the same conviction as last time, heat radiated from his mouth as I felt his tongue finding its way around. He snuck his hands under my shirt and I helped him remove it from my torso. He planted kiss after kiss down my neck and I felt myself writhe beneath him, craving more of this newfound touch I needed so badly. He pushed his fingers into my mouth in an attempt to muffle my moans, but he paused every movement when he grabbed a hold of a familiar cloth from my bed.
“Is this mine?” he asked through a smile as he held the sweater out.
This was everything I desired from him, he didn’t need me to answer to know the truth.
“Oh, Kota. .” He cooed in almost a condescending voice, the embarrassment of it all turned me on more, and all I could do was smile at him.
I saw an idea flicker through his mind before he pressed the shirt to my mouth and continued on with attacking my neck with kisses. I moaned out into the shirt as I’d done before he entered my room. He breathed hard onto my bare neck and chest, I arched myself into him to be closer to his mouth. I let my hands pull down the rest of his sweatpants and into his underwear as well. I felt his own erection come out and I steadily grinded into it, earning a few moans in my ear. God did the sounds drive me crazy, he kept creeping lower down onto my body, kissing me all of the way down to my waist. He skipped my cock and began planting kisses on the inner part of my thigh. I grabbed the top of his hair, the parts I could reach, and tried guiding him up just a little more. He let me take him, and started kissing around the base, looking up into my eyes the entire time his mouth explored me.
Those looks were all I needed, but he kept going. Using his tongue, he found his mouth on my tip. I was biting into the sweater at this point, he no longer needed to hold it to my face. I still moaned through the shirt as his mouth was now all over my cock, which was searing hot in sensitivity and pleasure. He used his hands and stroked the base while he continued to tongue my tip. I couldn’t press myself into him anymore than I already was, but man did I try to get closer. I needed him to know every inch of me, and I had yet to still really explore him too. The pleasure soon became too much, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I felt another orgasm creeping up on me.
He kept his hands at work, and said through kisses
“I want you to come for me again, could you do that?”
I couldn’t take another second of holding back and felt myself release yet again, letting out whimpers of bliss and pain as it washed over me. I felt the hot liquid fall onto my stomach, and I gripped his hand hard as I came.
Seb’s face held a scowl, like he was struggling to hold himself back from me. He pulled up at my waist aggressively, and forced me to sit up and look him in the eyes. A smirk pulled at my lip, “Are *you* okay?” I quoted back to his comment from before through heavy breaths.
“It’s your turn,” he said and pulled away.
I could see he was throbbing from the lack of touch I gave him. He grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth to his tip, but he didn’t need to be forceful for me to understand exactly what he was asking from me. I started in the same way that he did, trying to tease him by delivering kisses around his thighs and waist.
“You know what I need.” He kept his grasp on my hair and used it to pull me back into the place he wanted me, and I yiped at the pain in my scalp. I did listen to his wishes and began to suck on his cock, which pulsed in my mouth. He moaned into my motions as I continued onto him. I used one hand to steady myself on his thigh, and the other to help me take the length into my mouth. He was bigger than I thought he’d be, which was a pleasant surprise.
After I’d done a good enough job at lapping at his cock, he pulled my face away from it and pushed me back onto the bed gently. He came down with me, and kissed my mouth for another few moments. We moaned into each other, I could tell he needed this just as much as I did. He grinded himself into me, and flipped me over so my back was to him. He lifted my hips up closer to him, and I didn’t fight. He spat onto my asshole and started rubbing his cock on top of it. My whole body ached for him to just do it already, I was already as arched as I could be into him, but that didn’t stop me from trying to push myself closer. He brought his hand down and struck my ass, creating a loud sound and a sting that brought more pleasure than pain. I could tell he couldn’t wait to take me over, claim me, but something in him hesitated.
“Tell me you want it.”
“What?”
He leaned down into my ear.
“I’m not doing anything until you tell me how badly you want this.”
As if the way I forced our bodies closer wasn’t already considered begging. .
“Please, Ti. I want you so much. . “ I complied and reached an arm around to feel him. “I want you to fuck me. .” The words rolled off of my tongue like butter and sent a jolt through my entire self.
He continued to rub himself against my hole before actually entering, and I let out a deserved moan as his inches filled me. He moaned into me as our bodies were flush, my brain was exploding with feeling as I felt all of him slide in.
Through moans, “Say my name.” He commanded.
“I. .” I struggled to form words as he gained a slow pace, “Sebb. .” I whined into the mattress. Just as the words left my mouth he sped up and started to lose control himself, pumping in and out of me at a faster pace. I could barely keep up, trying to breathe through the whimpers he forced out of me as he fucked me on my own bed.
“Say it again.” He demanded once more, and I obliged.
“Sebb. . Sebba please,” I replied. It felt good knowing I was the one to send him over the edge, knowing I was the one to make him come, it had been what I wanted for months.
He continued to be relentless; fucking countless moans out of me and out of himself. I felt his pace get faster, but also less calculated. He was getting sloppy and desperate.
“Are you gonna come for me, Sebba?” I asked, my voice shaky. He didn’t respond, which was an answer in itself. He just breathed out whimpers into my ears and continued getting more careless with each thrust.
“Yeah. .” You could barely hear his whisper through the sounds. “I'm gonna come. .” He said not but 5 seconds before I felt my hole fill with hotness, he screamed out louder than before as he released into me. He took in a deep breath and pulled out, laying beside me. His chest puffed in and out, I curled up on my side and faced him. My entire body tingled with the full yet empty feeling he had left me with. I wanted more but I wasn’t sure either of us could take it.
He reached for the sweatpants and underwear I’d pushed to the floor earlier, and slipped them back on. Guilt hung on his face, he walked into my bathroom and came out with a warm wet rag. He tossed it to me, as I was barely sitting upright, “Here.” His words were cold and short. His hair was a mess, his skin was sticky, and my sheets now were covered in his scent, because of me.
“Don’t do this to me,” I pleaded quietly. I didn’t want him to leave me here. He entered into this mess. He could have stayed in his own room, but no. He had to come into my space, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy every second of it. He continued walking past me and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to me. He put his face in his hands. My stomach sank a little, but I took the rag into the bathroom and cleaned up the mess he made. Walking back in, I searched my dresser for some new clothes to wear, I decided, and slipped on a t-shirt and some new loose boxer shorts. His eyes averted back to the ground once I turned around. I walked around and sat back onto the bed, next to the lampshade, a good distance away from him, then pulled the comforter over my legs and sat criss-cross with my back to the headboard.
“Are you okay..?” I asked timidly, staring at his back and watching it rise and fall with each shaky breath he took. He didn’t answer, again; but he turned his head so I could see the side of his head. His long messy hair covered his face, though.
He silently crawled up to me, throwing his arms around my waist and placing his head into my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, and gently combed through it for knots. I didn’t say anything else for a while, and neither did he. We sat like that for a time, before he muffled out “I’m sorry..” I felt his fingers squeeze the fabric of my shirt. “We probably shouldn’t have done that.”
I reached behind myself and found one of his hands to gently grasp, brought it up to my mouth and placed kisses on his knuckles.
“I practically invited you in,” I reminded him. I understood where he was coming from. This was out of the blue, but the way we clicked instantly was no mistake. I loved every minute, however, the idea of tomorrow was looming. What would we be? Would we fall apart? I didn’t want to lose him, I didn’t want to force him into anything either. It weighed heavily on my mind, but I allowed myself to enjoy the moment anyway.
“I don’t want this to ruin us.” He stated, and pulled our hands away from my mouth. “What do you want?” he finally turned his head up to look at me.
I didn’t know what I wanted. It was a very complex thing. Obviously I wanted to keep the boy in my arms, but phrasing that would be impossible.
“Well I dunno,” I shrugged nervously, rubbing my thumb back and forth along his hand, “I don’t wanna just forget about this,”
He tucked his head back down and gave my hand a squeeze. I thought for a little while longer, “Do you want me to stay?”
“Would you?”