The Wit & Wisdom of Love

Little Snippets

What began as playful banter in the lecture hall gradually evolved into late-night conversations in the campus coffee shop, where they shared jokes, personal stories, and philosophical musings. Each debate sparked a fire within Ryan, igniting a passion not just for the ideas they explored, but for the man who challenged him to think deeper and feel more.

~

As Ryan's lips met Simon's, a wave of electricity surged through him, igniting feelings he had buried beneath layers of armor. They pulled apart, breathless and wide-eyed, the weight of their unspoken attraction finally crashing down around them. "I never expected this," Ryan admitted, his voice shaky, yet filled with a warmth that seemed to radiate from his very core. Simon chuckled softly, brushing a stray hair from Ryan's forehead. "Neither did I."

~

Without warning, Simon reached out and pulled Ryan against him, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss. Ryan moaned as he felt Simon's tongue explore his mouth, and he wrapped his arms around Simon's neck, pulling him closer.

~

Ryan, sat nervously in the classroom. The lecture had ended, and Professor Leavy was still at the front of the room, packing up his belongings. Ryan glanced at the clock on the wall; he had been waiting for ten minutes already. He shifted in his seat, feeling the familiar ache in his groin. It had been days since he and Simon had been able to touch each other, thanks to their busy schedules.

Ryan missed the feel of Simon's lips on his skin, the weight of his body pressing him down into the mattress. He missed the way Simon's fingers felt as they traced patterns over his chest, down his stomach, and lower. Ryan swallowed hard, trying to banish the thoughts from his mind. He needed to focus on something else, anything else. He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the desk at the front of the room. It was large and sturdy, with plenty of space for two people to...

Ryan couldn't take it any longer. He had gone days without seeing his professor, Simon, in the flesh. They had only been able to text each other and exchange a few naughty messages. The classroom was quiet now, and it was just the two of them.

Simon looked up from his packing and caught Ryan staring at him. He smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made Ryan's heart race. Simon looked at Ryan with a hunger in his eyes that made the young man's heart race. Simon walked over to Ryan, his hips swaying gently as he moved. Ryan felt his breath catch in his throat as Simon leaned down, his lips brushing against Ryan's ear and said, "I can't wait any longer."

With that, Simon closed the distance between them and kissed Ryan fiercely, tugging him by his clothes so Ryan was now pressed against him. Ryan moaned into the kiss, feeling Simon's tongue explore his mouth. Simon's hands were all over Ryan's body, feeling every inch of him through his clothes.

Ryan was in heaven. He had fantasized about this moment for days, and it was finally happening. He could feel Simon's hardness pressing against his own, and he couldn't help but grind against him.

~

Simon broke the kiss, his eyes meeting Ryan's. "Come for me, Ryan," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Come now."

~

As they exchanged vows in a small ceremony surrounded by close friends and family, Ryan looked at Simon, his heart full. An origami crane hung delicately from their paper flowered bouquet, a testament to their journey together. With each promise spoken, they knew that the final lesson they had confronted was the most profound of all: that love, in its purest form, taught them to embrace sincerity, vulnerability, and the beauty of life's unpredictable twists. Hand in hand, they stepped into their future, ready to explore all that life had to offer-together.

~

Ryan caught a glimpse of Simon's desk-now adorned with the delicate origami crane he had crafted all those years ago. It stood as a reminder of how far they had come, a symbol of their journey from intellectual sparring partners to devoted partners in life.