Your back against the wall, you gasped as his tongue swiped across your lip, before he plunged it in. Your hands came up to clutch at his biceps, fingers twitching as you resisted the urge to claw at him. He was thrusting his tongue in and out of your mouth, and it left you lightheaded, unable to do anything but hold on for the ride.
It was nighttime, way past the curfew for non-dormitory students to remain on school premises, you weren't supposed to be here. He somehow convinced you to stay over, but you didn't know it was for this.
Granted, you were kind of hoping for something, but something sweet, not something that made you tremble and cry into his mouth. It was surprising how dizzy you were getting with the desire coursing through your veins, and it didn't even come as a surprise when you parted your lips and breathed his name.
Your voice was wrecked, and the way your boyfriend's eyes were darkening, he knew exactly what went through your mind. He ran his hands down your sides, fingers lightly coming to rest on your waist, and your back arched as you gripped his arms, eyes fluttering. "What are you planning?"
"Me, planning something? What makes you think that?" he asked, eyes flashing mirthfully behind the fogged lenses of his glasses, and it thrilled you to know why they were fogged.
You leaned your head back against the wall, looking at a spot behind him, "Well, I didn't think of this earlier but now I sincerely doubt you just made me stay over for some good old cuddling. Forgive me for thinking this is leading to something."
Your cheeks were red, reluctance clear on your face as you mumbled your words, because you were embarrassed, embarrassed how he was looking so intently at you.
"Heeh~" He said, leaning in closer to you, forcing you to tilt your head away further, blush still settled over your face, "what do you think this will lead to?" He gripped your chin in his hands, and gently turned your face, and you gulped as you inevitably caught his eyes. "Are you anticipating something? I won't know if you don't tell me. I'm not a mind reader."
He didn't give you time to answer, once more swooping down and catching your lip between his own, before he bit down, and you shuddered as his teeth dug into the soft flesh, the taste of iron being exchanged between you. He kept at it, biting down a bit before soothing it with his tongue, and by the fifth bite, saliva was running down your chin, lips sore and heart in your throat.
You tapped him on his shoulder, trying to communicate nonverbally, and he gave one last kiss to your lips before he pulled away.
"What is it you need?" he asked, voice rough, and the wind was ever so slightly colder against your heated skin.
"I want to feel good." the words were said, and you refused to feel ashamed.
He hadn't given you a reason to feel ashamed yet, you knew he wasn't the kind of person to humiliate someone - for all the teasing he did. You could say what you wanted, and he'd give it to you. "And, I want both of us to feel good."
A smile spread over his lips, before he said, "Then do what you want."
"Your... uh, your room? "Where is it?"
He tilted his head, "What do you need my room for? Oh, you dirty little thing. You want to do stuff with my roommates around?"
Right. He had roommates, of course you wouldn't be alone. Oops.
"Then, um, then what are we supposed to do? There's nowhere to go... what about the shed where you keep your equipment?"
"Ah, I'm afraid you'll find people everywhere around the shed. And in the field as well, practicing. I think it's safe to say this is the only place we'll have any sort of privacy."
