Forbidden Sensuality

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Mark slung his head back, spine arching forward as his body trembled under Jackson’s touch. He accidentally let a whimper slip out, and he'd never had a shirt stuffed in his mouth faster than it was just then. He tasted the fabric on his tongue, his bleary eyes opening to gaze down at his lover he was currently straddling.

Jackson rubbed circles over Mark’s hips with his thumbs, slowing the thrust of his hips to ride out their climax as quietly as possible. Mark pressed his forehead to Jackson’s shoulder, muffled pants trying to escape his mouth no thanks to the shirt he had to bite down on to keep himself quiet.

And this was just a normal Tuesday for them.

They’ve snuck around school and had sex in multiple places when the desire was too much to contain, but they favored it the most when they didn’t have to constantly worry about a teacher or school staff finding them in a storage closet or walking into the bathroom and catching one balls deep in the other. Sure the adrenaline made the sex better sometimes, but it felt a whole lot better not having to worry about anyone interrupting their time together. Jackson could just indulge himself in Mark as much as he wanted to and vice versa.

So moments just like this, with Jackson leaned back on his bed and Mark rested on his lap, lower halves warm and sticky from the remnants of their activities and bodies still cooling from their heated exchange while pressed snugly against one another, they were the best ones the couple shared.

“When is he coming back?” Mark asked breathlessly against Jackson’s neck, the shirt falling from his mouth as Jackson’s limp member slipped out of him.

Jackson hummed, caressing Mark’s heaving back. “Soon. But I think we have time to-“

Jackson was interrupted by the sound of the doorknob turning. Both his and Mark’s attention turned towards the brass knob that fidgeted back and forth, eyes widening in unison.

Well, the couple did have one thing to worry about when getting down and dirty in a dorm room.

Roommates.

“Shit, hide.” Jackson whispered harshly, shoving Mark’s clothes into his arms and pushing him into the closet.

He closed Mark in there, praying that his lover would stay quiet while he tried to clean up any evidence of their time together, including condom packages and leftover lube. Luckily the dorm Jackson lived in had a weird door that was a struggle to open, so it took a few moments longer than it should to get it to budge. Jackson used the extra time to quickly yank on his own jeans as the door opened, his roommate walking in just as he was zipping up his fly.

“Jerking off again?” Jinyoung asked as he entered the room, turning his nose up to the smell of sex that attacked his nose as he walked further in. “Oh I can smell it, Jackson why can’t you do it in the bathroom or something? What if I step in your cum?”

“Just wash off your foot and keep it moving.” Jackson grumbled as he flopped himself down on his bed and let out a sigh (mostly out of relief of not getting caught), noticing one of those said cum stains on his bed spread that he quickly hid with a pillow. “Don’t act like you don’t do it too. I hear those wet sounds in the middle of the night. I bet you finger yourself too huh, just get a boyfriend already.”

“I don’t want a boyfriend, what if I’m not even into boys? And we’re not allowed to date anyway.” Jinyoung rambled out, over defending himself while his cheeks colored pink with embarrassment of his ‘personal time’ being exposed.

“I swear I heard you moan Jaebum’s name one night…” Jackson stated while scratching his chin. He then heard fast footsteps approach him, and in a split second he was being yanked off his bed down to the floor, his vision clearing to Jinyoung kneeling over him with a knee in his stomach.