history class ★ malum

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its awful. but its smut.

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it was last period, on a friday; history class for calum.

as usual, calum stayed behind in the familiar classroom just to give his boyfriend a hug goodbye.

the boy jumped slightly when the door unexpectedly slammed shut behind him. michael was standing just before calum. his face was slightly tinged with a red colour, and his breathing was a little fast. despite this, calum was totally oblivious to michaels' (naughty) mood.

smiling wide calum pressed a kiss to michaels cheek and gently draped his arms around his broad shoulders.

the kiss and hug were quick, or calum intended for them to be - michael ruined his plans.

michael took calums toned biceps into his hands, and pulled the boy into him.

the previously vast space between their chests was completely closed.

calum was undeniably surprised, but he soon enough played along with michael.

he let his skateboard and bag drop to the floor, before connecting his hands behind michaels neck.

the older boy stared hungrily into calums eyes; michaels eyes were full blown black with just an outline of green whilst calums were still an even split of black and brown.

michael knew that he could quickly change that.

he closed the gap between their lips too, successfully getting calum to kiss him back almost instantly.

their warm lips moved together, and soon enough their tongues were dancing.

michaels hands had left calums biceps and then travelled down his back. he let them fall down to hem of his boyfriends shirt.

slowly, he pulled the cotton piece of clothing up his tan body and over his head.

the thin fabric separated their moving lips for a split second, but they reconnected them briskly with great passion.

michael lightly dragged his finger from the small of calums back up through the groove of his spine.

a wonderful shiver took over calums body, but it was a warm shiver; like wherever michael touched his skin the nerves tingled in excitement.

the energy almost instantly went from his back to his d.ick.

michael withdrew his tongue from calums warm mouth, and bit down on the boys plump bottom lip.

calum let out a quiet moan, blushing as soon as the sound left him.

michael opened his darkened eyes and smirked. "no need to be ashamed. i like the sounds you make", somehow michael managed to speak without really taking his lips off calums.

calum let out a shaky breath, hesitantly bringing his hands down to remove michaels shirt.

cheekily, the older boy grinned into yet another deep kiss.

"go ahead", he raised his eyebrows. really, he just wanted to ruffle calums hair and 'aw', because even in such situations calum was a shy little kitten.

a little more confidently calum pulled the garment off michaels pale torso and let it fall to the floor. when their heated bare chests made full contact they both softly moaned.

michaels hands found their way to the bottom of calums back, and pulled him further closer - he wanted to feel all of calum against himself. michaels lips found their way to calums smooth neck, he left a beautiful purple mark just below calums sharp jaw.