i’m betting pretty boy can handle it.

you better be on your way right now.

if you consider milking you till you cry a threat, sure.

you should find out.

I’m good with many things.

Talking is overrated, pretty boy.

I’d argue that while talking is hot, if you think it’s the sexiest kind of foreplay, you need to have better foreplay.

i have a dorm, and a very absent roommate. you can come by room 556.

good boy.

gently opening the door, wearing booty shorts and a tank top - slight grin onto his lips as sam is indeed on time, tugging him inside by the shirt and closing the door, knee already rubbing against his crotch. " good with instructions, huh?"

what for?

. . . ballsy, aren’t you?

if you ask nicely, i’ll ride you.

i like that. straddling him, hands pinning his chest to the bed.

" watch me." thick cheeks lazily rutting against his bulge, hand running up his throat to clutch it, looking down at him with his chocolate hues. "you're not in charge here."

. . . i have classes.

stretching.

observing his form in the mirror.

surprised little gasp, yet happily leaning back against his boyfriend’s front. “ you’re up.”

“ you always were a big baby, mhm?” there’s a grin — letting the kisses brush against his cheek, slight burn of his boyfriend’s beard making him hum, observing their bodies and face in the mirror, back pressing against him. “ you look so good in the morning, babe.”