Getting overtly invested

Had you told Eryn he'd be spending his first college year with Dax as his bunkmate, he would've shrugged it off with that infuriatingly casual grace he always wore like a second skin. He would've leaned against whatever wall was nearest, thumbs hooked into his belt loops, and told you with an idle smirk that he could handle anything–especially Dax. Their animosity had been a constant throughout high school, a slow sizzle and burn of clashing personalities that had somehow become background noise to their daily lives. It never bothered Eryn; in fact, at times he quite thrived off it, poking fun at the other and nitpicking at his intelligence in that condescending way that made most students either hate him or cozy up to him in order to partner up for help on their group projects. The banter between them was much like a well-choreographed dance, each knowing the other's steps before they were ever even taken.

Had you told Eryn he'd be balls deep in his bunkmate months later, chocolate strands of beaded and twined hair twisted between his fingers as he tugged Dax back against his chest in order to force the other to make eye contact through their shared mirror and witness exactly who was taking him from behind, he would've laughed in your face–deep, genuine laughter that crinkled the corners of those impossiby rich, espresso dark eyes. "No fucking way," he would've said, shaking his head in disbelief. But here he was, pistoning his hips into what became his best frenemy doggy style, those eyes locking onto Dax's slack-jawed face with a grin that had mischief written all over it, irises whiskey bright where the sun beamed through their open window.

"Look at you," he gushed, though his voice held a low rumble that vibrated through Dax's back with a pressure that felt akin to distant thunder on the horizon. "All that fight you had for me in high school, and now you're just taking it." He punctuated his words with a sharp snap of his hips, watching with satisfaction as Dax's knuckles turned white where he gripped the bedframe. "Bet you never imagined I'd ever be fucking you like this, did you?" His fingers tightened in Dax's hair, pulling just enough to make the other gasp. "Fff~uck... That's it, take it. Every time you tried to one-up me in class, every time you glared at me across the cafeteria... this is what it was always leading to, huh?"

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