Pretty Boy

The Taste Of Your Lips Is My Idea of Luxury

Hogan:

Clasped in a wonder of surreality, I continue to cling my hands around Serge and roam my lips through the slickness of his neck, lustfully kissing him in bed.

I didn't know I'd be such a sucker when it comes to cuddling, especially with Serge, but damn, if this doesn't feel good. His body is warm and his bareness is enticing. Even with his back pressing upon my front, I could still feel my body perfectly lined with the softness of his. It's addictive. It's hot, but it's also fucking torture.

"Fuck, Hogan. Please, I'm trying to focus right now." Serge groans, as he continues to focus his gaze on the screen that's in front of him.

He even brought his laptop into bed because my neediness of being with him became too unbearable and I really needed to just feel him against me, even if he had to study.

I frown, becoming all pouty with his response. However, Serge only laughs and proceeds to study, ignoring me again.

I've only been back at school for four days since I broke up with Bre. Not that I didn't want to face her, but I just didn't feel the need to. Serge, on the other hand, was more focused than I am. He's smart and attentive. Even if he sometimes misses his classes, he still manages to finish his school work on time. I usually didn't mind him being focused on his work all the time, but now that I have him, I can't help but just reign for his exclusive attention. even if it means distracting him from his studies.

Sliding my hands through the silkiness of his shorts, I begin to grasp my hand around his cock and stroke it gently as a silent moan escapes his lips.

I'm already so fucking hard just from feeling his body close to mine, so I couldn't help but be delighted as I felt his hardness raging in his shorts as well. His dick is thick around my hand and though I haven't touched a cock before, the feeling of his in mine doesn't entirely turn me off. If anything, I'm actually more into it.

"Fuck. Hogan." Serge moans, switching his gaze to look at me with a menacing yet lustful look.

My dick pulses and my body shudders just from looking at his face, and my hand slows its pace as I pull it back, so I can bring his mouth to mine.

He didn't resist my gesture, but instead, he cups his hands over my face and completely turns away from his laptop before closing it.

"I fucking hate you," he speaks in ragged moans as he whimpers from our kiss.

My lips immediately turn into a grin from his words, and I smirk, trying to tease him about it. "Seems like you like me more than your work after all." I say.

He looks satisfied with my taunting and wipes my grin immediately as his teeth dig into my bottom lip, biting it.

My mouth instantly replies with a moan, and I continue to deepen our kiss even more, devouring his lips with mine.

My dick is aching, my heart is thumping, and my body is shivering from feeling him. Yet, all I could feel is numbness as my tongue draws into his.

I don't know what it is about this guy that keeps me tempted, but I'm sure as hell not complaining. All I could feel is him, and him only. Even as the world blurs around me, his touch is still keeping me in line with reality.

"Fuck." I moan, as Serge bites my bruised skin. He's now pressing his lips on my neck, kissing and subtly biting it, and my dick throbs from feeling his teeth digging into my rawness. My hand slides its way to the back of his head, pushing him deeper. It's amazing and so hot that my eyes roll to the back of my head whenever he bites me more aggressively. My body, however, is still not satisfied with it all, and I crave something more. Something that will send me over the edge, something that both of us will get pleasure from, something that I have never ever done bef-