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Young man enjoying a quiet reading moment in a sunlit bedroom.
Interrupted by Pure Temptation
The evening was meant for quiet study. My desk lamp threw a warm circle of light over textbooks, the smell of paper and ink hanging in the air. But the soft knock at my door shifted everything. Standing there was a gorgeous twink — slim, tight shorts, a teasing smirk — his eyes fixed not on my face, but lower, at the swelling bulge under my sweatpants.
He stepped inside without waiting for an invite. His white T-shirt clung to a lean chest, short shorts showing smooth thighs that seemed made to be touched. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with body heat, and my pulse thumped harder. “Studying hard?” he grinned. “Not anymore,” I said, leaning back so he could see what he’d started.
His hip brushed my knee, the heat of him sparking every nerve. My books were forgotten. In their place, a need I could feel growing heavier by the second.
Lips, Tongue, and Everything Between
Without another word, he sank to his knees between my legs. Fingers hooked into my waistband, pulling my sweatpants down just enough to set my cock free. Cool air touched me for a second before the warm, wet heat of his mouth swallowed me whole.
His tongue curled around the head, then slid lower, taking me deep until his lips met my base. I gripped his hair, guiding him into a slow, hungry rhythm. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the room, saliva slicking me, each pull leaving a strand that caught the lamplight before he dived down again.
His eyes locked on mine, daring me to give in. Every movement, every swirl of his tongue told me he wanted all of me — and he was going to get it.
The Desk Becomes Our Playground
I pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting myself on his lips. Turning him, I bent him over my desk, scattering pens and notes across the floor. His shorts came down in one smooth pull, revealing the perfect curve of his arse.
I spread him, spit dripping down his crack, my fingers teasing his tight hole until his hips pushed back against me. The thick head of my cock pressed in, his body tensing before yielding. Inch by inch, I filled him, the heat and tightness pulling a groan from deep in my chest.
Starting slow, I savoured the way he clenched around me, then built a rhythm, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room. His breath came in sharp whimpers, every thrust met with a needy push back.
Cum, Sweat, and Satisfaction
Sweat dripped down my temples, the desk creaking beneath our movements. I reached around, stroking his cock as I fucked him. He was trembling, right on the edge. With a final deep slam, he cried out, spilling hot streams over my scattered homework.
The way he tightened around me pushed me over, and I groaned as I filled him, pulse after pulse, until we were both shaking. Cum slid down his thighs as I pulled out, the smell of sex thick in the air.
We collapsed on my bed, bodies tangled, hearts pounding. My homework was ruined — but some lessons are worth learning with a twink wrapped around you.
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