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Made harder by the fact that I can’t keep Shiloh off my mind for more than thirty seconds. When he’s in class, I get the urge to text him, or if I haven’t yet he’ll text me some gif first. Usually of how class makes him want to off himself.
When he is in the room, all I want is to pin him down and kiss him until he’s gasping for breath and panting my name. But then I can’t stop looking him over and inspecting the marks I made: the bruises and scrapes. I spent a lot of time soothing his aching muscles with lotion and tender touches in the days that followed.
Normally he grunts and grumbles through my affection, but something in the last few days has shifted. Once the majority of his soreness cleared up, I expected him to erect the wall he’s always kept between us, as thin as it could sometimes be.
But that wall is like a blanket swayed by the slightest of winds.
I’ve lost count of the times he’s crawled into my bed while watching game playthroughs, snuggled up to my side like a touch starved child.
I have an early class in the morning, so I should be gearing for bed, but I can’t convince myself to shake off the cuddle bug wrapped around me. My laptop is perched on the desk playing one of the Five Nights at Freddy’s games, and we’re both lying on our sides facing it.
Shiloh is behind me, his head propped up on my shoulder and his hand under my shirt splayed across my abs. Nothings stopping me from falling asleep with him like this except for the occasional drift of his finger to the band of my sweats.
It’s been almost two weeks since I fucked him, and we’ve fooled around here and there, but we haven’t gone that far again. A couple of days ago he came back to the dorm during my RA hours, shut the door, and demanded to fuck me.
He’s been like that since then. If we’re alone together, he wants to touch me, or blow me, or be inside me—and I’m not complaining—and I’ve witnessed his manic behavior enough over the years to recognize it.
But he’s keeping up with his meds and isn’t doing anything to hurt himself, so I’m more than happy to oblige his wishes.
If you’ve never been dominated by a brat, it’s an otherworldly experience. Knowing I could take charge but choosing to give the power to him.
When he starts kissing my neck and dragging his fingers over the lines of my dick, I know this is a moment I should take it back, but I’m weak and Shiloh Novak has a talented mouth.
“Sweetheart,” I mumble, reaching back to rub his thigh. “You have to tell me if you need something.”
He moans against my skin and pinches it between his teeth. It’s playful and light, but his fingers squeezing around my cock are anything but.
“Do you want my dick, horny boy?”
The bed rustles with his movements as he sits up and pushes me to my back. His hands land on my shoulders, and he throws a leg over my hips.
Shiloh isn’t wearing a shirt tonight, and a pink flush extends down his chest. He’s so fucking pretty, but I know if I say that out loud, I’ll get punched.
I raise my hands to his waist and pull him down so his ass grinds on my dick. His eyes flutter, and he repeats the movement until I’m rock hard and leaking through my sweats.
“You’d look like one hell of wet dream riding me, you know that?”
It takes a moment for his eyes to focus, but the whine that leaves his throat makes his interest clear.
“I want you to fuck me,” he says, squirming in my lap. “I’ve been hinting, but you haven’t done it.”
There’s an incredibly adorable pout on his lips as he rocks over top of me, hands planted on my chest to aid him.
“You’ve gotta be direct with me, sweetheart. Fucking that sweet, little hole is something I need explicit consent for.”
Maybe once we’re together longer and we’re more used to each other, when I can read his hesitation and his defiance in a way where I’m not worried I’ll hurt or trigger him, maybe then I can lax on the rule.
But for now, clear cut consent is a hard limit of mine.
“Fuck me.” He whimpers and jacks his hip harder.
I can feel his heat radiating between us, and as much as I’ve liked being fucked by this firecracker of a man, I want to sink myself inside him and mark him as mine.
Not as some stranger in a rape fantasy.
But with my cock fucking Shiloh through his screams.
He’s only wearing a pair of tight fitting boxers, and when I slide my hands to his inner thighs, I can feel where the wetness has spread. Whether it’s more from him or me is a mystery, but it’s hot as fuck either way.
