SUPER RICH KIDS

CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE RISING SUN CASTS A ROSY HUE across the morning sky. Golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. Devin is the first to wake up, finding himself slightly restrained due to Justin having his muscular arms wrapped around his shoulders and a leg over his hips. Devin closes his eyes to bask in his man's closeness.

He giggles to himself because he's the one who wraps himself around the elder. Can you blame him? He loves his man. As much as Devin loves being held, he has to go to the fucking bathroom so he carefully yet swiftly moves the man's arms from around him and goes straight to the bathroom to relieve himself and thoroughly wash his hands.

When he steps out of the bathroom, he finds Justin sitting on the edge of the bed only wearing a pair of boxers. The elder's black hair is a complete mess and his eyes are still heavy with sleep, but as soon as Devin emerges, he reaches forward and pulls the latter towards him.

Devin stands between Justin's legs and cards his fingers in his hair as the latter's arms wrap around his waist.

Justin buries his face in Devin's abdomen, "Good morning pretty boy," he mumbles against his stomach. He's so in love with this boy, it's fucking ridiculous.

"Good morning my love." Devin settles on kissing the elder's nose because he hasn't brushed his teeth yet.

Justin pouts because that nose kiss just isn't enough for him. "Baby, gimme kiss."

"Morning breath."

Justin immediately stands up and places his hands on the small of Devin's backside, "Well. We need to change that. Off to the bathroom we go, baby. I'm kiss deprived."

"I kissed you a lot last night." Devin giggles and pulls him towards the bathroom.

Justin stops in this tracks and looks out of the window at the now blaring California sun. Last night, both of them can say, beats any other special occasion they've had. Speaking of special occasions, Devin's birthday is rapidly approaching and Justin has something planned. (Not a proposal. Not yet anyway).

"Babe, do you still want your kisses?" Devin asks, pulling his sweater and shorts off. Now standing in the middle of the room clad in nothing but a pair of purple silk panties.

"I do. In fact, I want my kisses," Justin wraps his arms around Devin's waist, then going straight (hehe, okay my bad I'll stop) for the ass he can't keep his hands off of. "And a little more." Once again, he playfully slaps him on the ass.

Devin pulls him in the bathroom and points to the sink. "And you'll get everything you want after you brush your teeth. Do that and join your baby boy in the shower."

Very enticing demand. Justin wastes no time following his boyfriend's order. He has his moments where he likes it when Devin takes over, but he is still the top. He'll be the one bending Devin over and fucking him until the latter turns into a moaning pile of mush. They will not be leaving their dorm room this weekend.

Justin presses him to the wall again, cradles his chin and kisses him wetly.

The sound of trickling water reminds Devin of his sudden need to get fucked again, to which he whines into Justin's mouth, nibbles on his lower lip and inches his hips forward–just until their dicks slide over one another and god, that's such a relief. Devin loves how small he feels next to Justin, loves it a bit too much.

"Turn around," Justin whispers, fucking finally. Assuming the position, Devin braces his forearms on the wall, sticks his ass out and spreads his legs, a sight tantalizing enough for Justin not to hesitate in slipping his hard dick back inside after pulling the plug back out, a burn to the stretch that has Devin gasping for more.