Expelled and needing to transfer for his final year, Liam had known immediately where to go. It was the place that'd taken everything from him; that'd ruined him so absolutely it'd twisted his personality beyond recognition.
The place where he'd met...
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The bedroom door slammed hard enough to crumble the wall into dust.
ㅤThey were familiar enough with one another's bodies that they'd no need to be careful. Liam shoved Charlie to the wall, uncaring of the objects clattering to the floor. Needy noises escaped them both, a violent desire heating up and leaving them fumbling in the dark.
ㅤTheir lips were inseparable and greedy, tongues tangling and teeth clacking in an effort to get closer than physics allowed. The sudden primal desire to possess and devour was suffocating. Liam wanted to own Charlie in the only way he knew how.
ㅤHe wrestled with Charlie's belt, metal clinking as it refused to be removed.
ㅤ"Off. Get this shit off."
ㅤCharlie grinned, smacking Liam's frustrated hands away. "Bossy." He worked to unbuckle the barrier. And, the moment it was undone, Liam pinched the button loose, fell to his knees, and tore the trousers down to the floor.
ㅤCharlie swayed in surprise, grounding himself to the wall whilst Liam rubbed his thigh. Charlie's entire lower body was exposed to him, breaking out in bumps with the brush of his hand.
ㅤThe other man sucked in a sharp breath.
ㅤLooking up with deliberate smoulder, Liam held Charlie's gaze as he traced his lips down the V-cut of his pelvis. He watched the restrained excitement rise, pausing at the base of Charlie's equally interested cock. It tickled him smug that his thumb stroking closer sent a shiver of anticipation through Charlie's legs.
ㅤWho knew being on his knees could feel so powerful?
ㅤIt was hard to commit to the tease in his impatient fever, with Charlie's hunger bearing down on him—something he never realised how desperately he would eventually come to want. His heart was racing as his hand ventured upward still, tugging on Charlie's wanting cock, the low rumble from above rewarding him.
ㅤWhilst Liam had never been enthusiastic about giving blowjobs, the visualisation of a flushed Charlie wrecked in pleasure, hands fisting at flat wall, eyes glassed over in bliss, brew a twist of arousal in his gut, mouth watering at the idea. The imagined sight was too enticing to let pass.
ㅤHe licked his lips and glanced up at Charlie's red-flush visible even in the dark; he wanted to watch the man writhe.
ㅤFeeling adventurous, he snatched Charlie's hand to his hair. Charlie's fingers latched onto his product-stiffened locks, steadily clenching with the urgency of his desire to a sting.
ㅤ"Listen, I don't expect you to—"
ㅤ"Shut the fuck up, Bradley."
ㅤCharlie's breathless chuckle moulded into a low moan when Liam took him into mouth. With little patience and something to prove, he went as deep as he thought he could, guarding his limits by fisting the bottom of the shaft. The pain sparking from Charlie's tightening grip felt good.
