Boys Divisional School of Manners

Chapter 53

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Louis and I decided just to leave the homework. Enough for one night.

There was an accident with my homework page that will end up with me having to rewrite it. Not tonight.

Louis walked up the stairs ahead of me, carrying his uniform and remaining in his boxers.

I stayed in my boxers too, too hot to leave the clothes on.

He sat on the table, this was the position of a blowjob, should I give him a blowjob? Fuck, should I?

"Don't overthink it." He says, his hand combing through my hair.

How can I not overthink it?

It's not like I had much success last time.

I keep my lips to his neck for a while, my hand working him over until he's hard.

His legs are bent around my waist, his pants just loose enough to be down past his dick.

"Haz." He moans and leans onto my shoulder, making me look behind him to the backyard door. No neighbours is a plus. It's dark enough outside that I can see our reflection in the mirror. I see his back, and his legs spread out around me, only seeing his knees and a bit of his thighs.

I look up to my eyes. My nose and down is covered by Louis' shoulder. Our heads are so close.

I take a seat on Louis' bed. Would it be considered our bed? Not really I guess.

I watch Louis strip out of his boxers, his ass facing towards me as he bends down to pick up the underwear, tossing it in the hamper beside his dresser.

"Get your ass over here." I say, leaning back against the headboard, my right arm going behind my head.

"Pardon me?" Louis laughs, only turning his head to face me.

"If you don't come here, I'll just have to go over there myself." I tell him.

"Come and get me, then." Louis smirks over his shoulder before purposefully leaning down to the second last drawer of his dresser.

He keeps his bloody hoodies in there. He doesn't wear them to bed.

I stay put in the bed and just shake my head with a smile.

"Oh look who doesn't keep his word." Louis says playfully, grabbing a blue Adidas hoodie, "Tell me honestly, am I putting on this hoodie, only for it to be taken off as soon as I get to bed?" Louis asks, but he's still facing the dresser.

I stand up from the bed, trying to be quiet so I could sneak up on him, but the creak of the bed gives me away. I see Louis move to sit on his hip and just hold the hoodie in front of him, waiting for me to be behind him.

I walk slowly, wanting to see him struggle just a little with anxiousness.

When I finally reach him I hear his sharp breath of air that he takes as my hands go to his hips.