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Motivation

⚠️cockwarming, dacryphilia, slight praising, use of the word cunt

Myles stares at the paper on his desk and writes his answer down. Suddenly he groans and throws his arms up into the air. "Holy shit! I can feel my eyes sinking into my head!" (N) who sat on his bed with his phone looks up at his roommate. "It's not that hard. Even I was able to do it." Myles turns in his chair and glares at the male. "I never said it was hard. It's just...really boring. I don't even feel like doing it. Mr. Davis can kiss my ass." The black adolescent spins back around and twirls his pencil.

He hums absentmindedly but jumps when he feels two big hands on his shoulders. "Dude. You're halfway done. Just finish the paper. It's literally the only thing Mr. Davis assigned us. Plus spring break is next week." Myles blushes at the close contact and bites his lip. "I can't." "Why not?" "I...don't have any motivation." The room fills with a pregnant silence. (N) blinks rapidly and pulls Myles's chair away from the desk. "Motivation? Is this your sly way of getting me to fuck you?"

Myles's face burns red and he frantically shakes his head. "No! I-I really can't focus. Nevermind that! I think I can get back to work." Before the male could push his chair back to the desk hot air fans his ear. "Stand up." The shorter male immediately jumps up and spins around. "(N)! I was just kidding!" Myles unconsciously lets out a whimper when (N) sits down. "Turn around and drop your shorts." Biting his plump lips the short male listens.

"Fuck Myles. Why are you so wet?" (N) questions while pulling down the male's boxers. Myles doesn't answer and only whimpers when hearing the familiar sound of a zipper. In one quick fluid motion, the male finds himself sitting on top of (N)'s dick. "(N)~!" He moans and his head falls down onto the desk only to be lifted off by the taller male. "C'mon now. Be a good boy and finish your work." Now panting Myles begins to answer more questions. He stops and gasps when his sweet spot is being lightly rubbed.

"(N-N)! Ah~ s-stop bouncing your leg!" The taller male stops his leg and rests his head on the shorter male's shoulder. He kisses the back of his neck and reaches down grasping Myles's hand. "I'm not seeing any work getting done." Myles shakes (N)'s hand off and circles his answer. He breathes out slowly trying not to focus on the pulsing dick inside of him. Suddenly (N) shifts causing Myles to jump and moan.

(N) immediately places his hands on Myles's waist as his breath hitches. "Ha~ hurry up and finish. Then you can ride all you want." With shaky hands, Myles answers another question and bites his lip trying to stop his tears from falling. He gasps when the taller male rocks his hips. "God baby~ you're so tight. You take me so well. Your cunt feels so hot." Myles moans loudly and hiccups. "Please (N). Please please, please. I. Hngh~!"

(N) lifts his hand up to Myles's face and turns his head. Tears stream down Myles's face causing (N) to grin. "Fuck. You look so good when you cry. I'm having a hard time staying patient." (N) leans over and smirks while grabbing the crying male. He stands both of them up and pins Myles to the desk. "Good thing you finished. Cause imma bout to fuck you dumb."