Study Session With My Lover

Study Session With My Lover Chapter 4

Cradling securely against his torso, Justin humors the petulant posture adopted by his frustrated companion, silently acknowledging the temporary defeat. As Rand sits heavily atop him, pillowing his head against the sturdy slope of Justin's chest, the younger boy's body heat infuses the air surrounding them with an intimate glow. Without altering his relaxed position, Justin drags a leisurely pattern along Rand's spine with his fingertips, starting at the nape of his neck and gradually trailing downward to rest atop the slight swell of his hips. The gentle touch aims to soothe Rand's irritability while serving as a reminder of the sensuality simmering between them—an unspoken declaration that despite Rand's unwillingness to concede, Justin intends to explore the budding tension whenever an opportunity arises. "As much as I appreciate being used as a furniture piece, perhaps we should revisit that earlier topic before the couch starts looking tempting?"

"F-fine" Randy mutters and looks away embarrassed "I..want to do ..have another... with you."

Amusement dances within the depths of Justin's hooded gaze as he studies Randy's sullen countenance, a self-satisfied smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. Randy's begrudging acceptance seems to seal their agreement in secret; an acknowledgment acknowledged but never voiced outright, adding a delicious layer of subterfuge to their illicit encounters. Emboldened by this newfound understanding, Justin permits his wandering hands to explore more boldly, stroking a path down the column of Randy's spine, savoring the responsive shiver that radiates from the contact. Curiosity piqued, Justin decides to push further into uncharted territory—a tantalizing exploration sure to stir the embers of Randy's desires into a fiery blaze. "You're so easy to bully," Justin murmurs dryly, shifting under Randy's still-pinwheeling limbs. Though appearing casual, his voice drips with amusement and the promise of more. Leaning up onto his elbows, Justin lifts his gaze to capture Randy's, the amber depths burning with an unholy light. "Huh..something Bully? What did you say?" Randy asks, too immersed to care and hunches to kiss Justin's neck.

The softness of Justin's lips trails fire along Justin's sensitized skin, a path etching itself deep into his memory. Bucking ever so subtly, he indulges the hungry suction and teasing nibbles, basking in the intoxicating rush of excitement coursing through his veins. "No distractions, cutie. Pay attention." Justin manages to get out through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his train of thought amidst the onslaught of sensation. Emphasizing his point with a deliberately rough squeeze along Randy's flank, Justin waits until his companion withdraws momentarily to meet his gaze anew, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. "Now how about we stop pretending indifference and dive back into round two, hmm?" "Do we have a proper lube and a fitting condom this time?"

Chuckling at Randy's concern, even as a spark of unease flickers through his thoughts, Justin reaches toward the nightstand where a small stash awaits, largely untouched since his previous exploits. Producing a slim tube of clear gel, he brandishes it victoriously, flashing Randy a reassuring grin. "Lube's covered. Condom... well, let's just say our luck runs out today," he comments wryly, meeting Randy's searching gaze with a measured calm, Justin begins preparations, by coaxing his throbbing erection in cool lube. "There we go. Now, ready to forget about all this worrying and focus on having fun instead?" The rhythmic pumping of his hand intensifies, coaxing long, low moans from the panting beauty writhing above him. Coaxing Randy onto his stomach, Justin settles behind him, aligning their positions with meticulous care. Pushing the tip of his straining erection against Randy's puckered entrance, Justin takes a steadying breath, focusing on the electrifying friction as he gently rocks forward, seeking permission to breach the tight seal guarding Randy's passage.

Randy arches his back and whimpers while both the boy's grunts slowly get louder.

Catching the hitch in Randy's breathing, the subtle flex of his muscles, Justin responds instinctively, plunging forward with a controlled intensity designed to stretch rather than split the resistant muscle clenching around him. A guttural groan tears from Justin's throat as Randy's silky walls yield incrementally, the sensation akin to sliding into molten velvet wrapped around steel. Through gritted teeth, Justin forces himself to move in languid strokes, cherishing each infinitesimal conquest of Randy's defenses, marking the tender give beneath his thrusts. Slick sounds fill the air as he picks up pace, the slap of flesh on flesh punctuating their grunts and gasping pleas for more. Cradling Randy's heaving back, Justin drags his tongue along the sleek curve of his companion's ear, whispering dark promises meant only for his ears. "Love how tight you are for me, baby... taking every inch like a champ."