My hand between his cheeks added pressure. I wasn’t letting him slip out and spill the cum anywhere else. I wanted it. I wanted every last drop of it, all the sweetness and memories of the best goddamn summer of my life.
I moved my fist faster along my dick. The pressure of my underwear and the angle it allowed me drove me there faster, bringing me so close to the orgasm that I wanted to cry.
When Seth bit his lip—just like I’d known he would—I forced my throat to open for him, to take him in. And the sudden storm of sensations ravaged me, cum spilling into my mouth and throat, filling, even for a moment, the emptiness and hunger I had carried for so long.
I came hard, unraveling under his touch and sparing the carpet, thanks to my boxers. The warmth of my cum trickled through my fingers while I savored the way Seth trembled, drained, exhausted, and utterly spent.
He pulled his dick out, and it shone with saliva covering it, a string of it stretching lazily from my sinful mouth, catching the light from the outside.
I wiped my mouth and chin with the back of my free hand, wiping the other hand on my underwear.
“Fuck,” he said again.
I swallowed and swallowed again, licking my lips and catching my breath, still too shaky to stand. Seeing it, Seth came down to one knee and looked into my eyes.
“You gonna propose, Kane?” I asked, voice cracking, throat raw.
He cracked a grin. “Keep on dreaming, Pierce.”
“’Tis a nightmare, boyo,” I said, not totally sure what I was playing at.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a smile still stretching those nice, red lips. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine. The way he kissed me was everything, focused and intimate and completely dedicated to me.
“I needed that,” he said as he pulled back a little, his brow resting on mine. “Fuck, I needed it.”
“Yeah. I know the feeling,” I said.
He pulled away from me completely and rose again, lifting his underwear and pants. He didn’t have his T-shirt anymore, and I’d lost my shirt somewhere in the basement. It didn’t bother me.
Seth stood a couple of feet away from me, looking a little unsure again.
“First walk of shame?” I asked.
A laugh broke his sudden silence. “At Northwood?”
I lifted my hand. “Actually, I don’t want to know.” But he wrapped his arms around his torso and looked at me.
I glanced around the room and picked up a hoodie from a chair. “Take this.”
He didn’t. “That would be theft.”
“This is Dev’s room. I’ll bring it back to him,” I said.
“Should you ask him, though?” Seth asked, taking the hoodie from me but not putting it on.
“If I know Dev, he’s busy with at least three girls in the basement and possibly a few guys, so I wouldn’t interrupt. It would be rude.”
Seth nodded. “Ruder than just stealing a hoodie. Got it.”
“Precisely. Just do what I say and you’ll be a happy man.” I zipped up my pants and fastened my belt, then reached for the door.
Seth put the hoodie on and nodded.
I opened the door, and we strolled out all casual like we hadn’t just blown each other’s mind in there. Nobody noticed us.Nobody noticed anything in this place. It was heaven and hell, depending on how you looked at it.
“One for the road?” I asked.
“Only if it’s laced with cyanide,” Seth said.