Who said I was going to kiss you? Not going to force you into something you wouldn’t let me do.
I would have let you.
…
With consequences, obviously.
What is that supposed to mean?
If your tongue was in my mouth I’d make you put it on my cock, too.
He’s typing a reply.
Slowly.
I watch the little dots on the screen come up, then go away, then come up again a few times.
I should sleep.
Did you start touching yourself the moment I walked down the hall?
Sevan. Omg.
Are you still stroking your cock *right now*?
He’s slow to respond to that one, too.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
That’s a yes.
My cock throbs. I duck into the bathroom nearby and change into the sweatpants and long-sleeve he lent me, andI’mpractically shaking with how much I want him. My cock is anincessant ache now. I hum under my breath, reaching down to grip my erection through the sweatpants.
I text him back.
You know, earlier tonight I kept looking around and I couldn’t find a single person at this party who I think would take my dick as eagerly as you did. It’s starting to bother me.
Maybe you should do something about that. I have to turn my phone off. Hope you have a good night.
Nothing andno onein here is going to sate the craving that’s running deep in my veins right now.
I’m already walking back toward his door before I have a moment to curb my impulse. My veins are full of the wicked fuel of adrenaline that I usually only get at Zenith nights. Like I’mhunting. Like there’s some pure, raw need in my blood that I won’t hesitate to fulfill.
I knock on his door before turning the knob, and I find that he didn’t bother locking it at all.
9
Weston
I hold my breath as I hear a knock and realize Sev is actually coming back.
So fucking screwed.
I feel like something’s snapped inside me. My heart skips a beat in my chest as my eyes adjust.
It’s obvious that it’s not a crush, now, but a full-blown mental deterioration, my cock causing me to want things that I know damn well aren’t good for me.
The first thing I see is a glimpse of Sev’s tattoos, peeking out from my rolled-up long sleeve in the dim light filtering through the window.