Thoughts of being caught in the boys locker room slipped from her mind as her breath left her in a gasp, amplified by the tiled walls.
"A-Ah, shit," She cried out as his lips trailed down her neck, stopping right above her heaving breasts. She watched him silently, her knees nearly buckling as his tongue rolled over her nipple. "K-Kei!"
"Shut up, you idiot." He rolled his hips against hers, the bulge in his pants growing, and he let out a low growl. Golden eyes quickly shifting to meet her own, Tsukishima's expression darkened. "They'll hear us."
"Shut up?" She respond with a raised brow and a vivid smirk, "How about you make me."
As though he knew what she'd been planning to say and had been preparing to move, he thrust his erection onto her clothed entrance. Nearly breathless, she look back at him catching the end of his lips curving upwards into a smirk. Eyes bathed in a sort of warning, gleaming out at her through the thick atmosphere.
"Make you?" Tsukishima wondered aloud, leaning in to brush his lips over hers. Shifting so his member pressed against her thigh, she dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders as she bit back a moan.
Letting out a small 'tch', he pressed his mouth near her ear, nipping at her lobe. Voice throaty and dark, he huskily whispered. "I can make you do lots of things."
"Ah, fuck."
