This is porn. Do not expect anything else. This is very much porn.
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Sighing heavily, Aesop chewed on the back of his pencil, frustrated by his work. He was writing something, yet just couldn't seem to get it right. Erasing quickly, he started writing again, trying to figure out how to properly get his thoughts down onto paper. It was a paper for college, and it really wasn't due for awhile, yet he was still working on it. The house was empty, the house he technically owned ever since Mr Carl had passed. It was left to him, and he lived there alone. He didn't mind it, honestly.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. That's odd.. he thought, as he wasn't expecting company at this hour. It was 10, and the person he suspected it to be hadn't messaged him beforehand. Sighing, he got up and walked out of the kitchen and to the front door.
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"Hey aes!" his boyfriend said, smiling and kissing him on the cheek, walking through the open door, holding a bag in his hand.
"Eli, what are you doing here at this hour..?" he said, kissing him on the cheek as he shut the door, "and what is that for?" he said, looking towards the bag.
"Just felt like visiting! and don't worry about it my love," he said, smiling slightly mischievously "what are you up to?"
"Well, I had just been writing that report I was assigned in my AP literature class, until you came here.." he said, frowning.
"Already? wasn't that just assigned to you?"
"Yes, no point in not starting it now. Procrastinating only leads to panic, you of all people should know that my dear," he said, walking towards the kitchen. He supposed he'd just have to work on it on the couch, so Eli could watch a movie or something near him.
"I'm not that bad of a procrastinator!" he said, huffing as he followed Aesop. "I didn't come all this way just for you to work the whole time," he whined.
"I don't recall asking you to come, did I?" he hummed, sitting down on the couch. "You can watch something as I work."
Scowling, Eli plopped down on the couch next to him, turning on some random movie. Not that he planned on watching it, as he had other ideas planned for tonight. Moving closer, he leaned against Aesop, head on his shoulder.
Aesop let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing to work. That was, until Eli rested a hand on his thigh and started stroking the cloth of his pants, smiling innocently as if he was oblivious to what he was doing to Aesop.
"Eli.." he swallowed, embarrassed. They had never gone too far before, and the thought of it made blood rush to his head.
"Issue?" the brown haired man said sweetly, still giving him that same stupid smile. "Don't mind me, just work on the essay," he chuckled, continuing to stroke his thigh, getting closer to his dick.
"..." Aesop grunted, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to focus still. That was of course until Eli planted his hand directly on his dick, slowly palming it through his pants. Letting out a gasp, he looked at him, face hot as all hell.
"Eli..." he said, the words coming out in a voice whinier than intended.
"Yes love? don't mind me, just keep working. That is unless you want to stop," he smiled evilly, continuing to rub his crotch, moving his hand slowly to the waistband of his pants.
