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Oh, fuck me, I think as my hands release the sheets and move to his head, twisting in his hair and leading him back onto my cock.
He hums happily as I guide his tempo, his mouth making obscene, filthy sounds as he sucks me down. My lips are curled between my teeth, trying to not let those eager, needy whimpers escape my mouth, but he makes it so damn hard. The way he moves his tongue, the way he swallows each time I enter his throat. It’s nearly impossible not to break.
And I do. The first loud groan makes Coop whimper against my dick, and when I keep going, he nearly trembles in my hands.
I shove him onto me faster, quicker, needing to feel the release he’s offering me. And he doesn’t fight it, just takes each thrust and groans in tandem, as if this is the best thing he’s ever done, ever tasted. My balls draw up, my cock twitching in his mouth, and I manage to get out one word—a warning of what’s happening.
“Coming,” I grunt, letting go of him, but he slaps my hand back on his head and swallows me completely. His throat constricts around my dick roughly, his nose pressed into my groin, and then he starts to suck me, my come flooding his throat and mouth.
I shudder and shake through the orgasm before my hands fall to the bed and I let out a long groan. Content. Relieved. That’s what I feel right now.
This is how he makes me feel.
Coop sits up, his dick straining out from his body, his hands shaking as he grabs on to it. Then his mouth opens, my cum spilling from between his lips and onto his hard length. And with my release, he jacks himself, once, twice, three times before spilling his cum across my softening cock.
My dick gives a jerk at the feeling of a part of him hitting me, but I don’t mind it as much as I probably should. It’s only fair that he gets to come too. And despite knowing what this has reduced me to, a whimpering simping mess, I like it.
His chin hits his chest, his cheeks puffing out as he struggles to breathe.
“Fuck, Matthew,” he murmurs. “Why are you so hot?” I let out a small grunt, and his eyes meet mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Don’t die,” I reply, and his eyes soften.
He smiles as he reaches over and grabs some tissues, wiping us up before settling back down next to me.
He spreads his legs and arms in an invitation. “Come here, Matthew. Let me hold you.”
I should say no, should resist. This was already so gay, but then again, like Max said, what does it even matter? Coop makes me feel good, makes me feel wanted. And I need that in my life.
It seems, I just need him.
Chapter Eleven
Matt
“Brixton, honestly! No more boogers,” I shout, sighing when I see him try to wipe his hand on another kid in class. This guy needs to grow up quickly.
He looks at me and grins stupidly before sticking his finger in the pocket of his shorts.
Probably has a booger pocket. Probably keeps them as prizes.
I shake my head as I turn my gaze back to the rest of the class.
These fuckers, I think, or maybe it’s just me being grumpy.
When my alarm went off this morning, Coop was out making me breakfast, and as nice as it was to have a hot breakfast before work, I’d have rather woken up next to him.
And it didn’t help that he wouldn’t make eye contact with me either. Maybe he didn’t like what we did together. Maybe he’s regretting it.
The thought has put me in a foul mood.
Because I not only wanted to wake up in his arms, but I wanted to wake up with his mouth drifting toward my dick.
Speaking of, it twitches in my pants, and I set my clipboard over my crotch.
Boogers. Think of Brixton’s booger pocket.
It works. My dick goes down in a flash, and I grumble and pace, yelling at the students and doing my best to keep them under control. It only works part of the time. The rest of class is spent with them running around like wild animals.
