MOONLIGHT

Connor didn’t hide the smile that settled across his lip as the other spoke, dropping in to a crouch in front of the other. “Then, how about you try it for me? Show me what you’ve done because of me.”

“No, I-- I’ve never touched myself before.” He was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide for the man, a deep tint of pink on his cheeks. “Not until you came along at least.”

who the fuck said that?!

he just nods now, opting to let the whole thing be. though, that little sting of curiosity was hard to suppress, and elliot was no stranger to a dangerous lifestyle. “kinda hard not to worry when random dudes are screaming at the doorstep. does this old friend have a problem with ya’ or what?” he really wasn’t in a place to ask, but he chuckles weakly anyway, getting up from the couch and following the other to the kitchen. he leans his lower back to the counter and watches him from there. he punches out a laugh in the form of a tough exhale. “yes, i drink. i mean– technically i can’t, age and all you know,” he starts, roaming around the kitchen now and fumbling with a few drawers. “but i do.” he explains simply, eyes back on the fridge now. “a sprite would be perfect right now, though. please ‘n thanks.” elliot says sweetly. 

“If it’s a fruit, I’d rather have a strawberry than a tomato.” Aron teased, playing along the silly game while he watched the other shift. To be honest, his Korean was rusted and so he didn’t reply and just had Vincent turn around for him. Once he did and the older got a good look on his used ass, strong palms slapped down on the two round globes, squeezing them afterwards as they were spread apart, revealing his hole even better. “Mn, shit. It’s so loose, baby boy.” another tease before he leaned in, tongue swiping over the opening while he felt his cock harden again, his hips pushing up to bring his boy’s attention to it, knowing the other might be distracted with the way he nipped at the ring of muscle, tugging the thin skin around it. “My boy tastes so fucking sweet.” A growl followed his words, mixing into them as it rumbled from his chest.

Noah grinned at the younger man’s embarrassment, caressing his lower back as Levi looked to the ground. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he assured, his hand slipping from his back down to his ass. “You’re very pretty, you know that?” He asked, using his other hand to lift Levi’s chin up to look him in the eye. He looked over the man’s facial features, admiring his fair skin, light pink lips and overall softness.  “Stop me right now if you don’t want me to kiss you, sweetheart.” 

“No, I like this,” Holden says, pulling Jamie closer. “Watching you cook for me. It’s cute. Plus…” he begins, sliding his hands down to the younger man’s muscular rear, “You look sexy in an apron. Would’ve preferred if you weren’t wearing anything underneath, but…”

He couldn’t believe they were still studying when he’ve been here for nearly four hours. Marcus never liked wasting his time and the fact that he’s been talking to his friends in the group chat more than the guy in front of his was pissing him off. Pushing his seat back, he pockets his phone before moving to get pack his things. “Nah, Jae, take your time. I gotta go—- i’ll see you later.” He doesn’t wait for their responds, already turning around to head towards the exit. 

"Wait--” He furiously writes the last bit of math on his notepad, shoving the book into his back pack and slinging it across his shoulder lazily, jogging a bit to catch up to Marcus. “There, okay? All done.” Not really, he still had a lot more question to study on, but he wasn’t about to subject Marcus to another hour of work, not when he had promised the man they would actually be able to hang out today. “C’mon, don’t be mad. I’m all yours now. No math.”

"Are you even old enough to be here?"

"What did I tell you about coming here? You're too young."

"Age is but a number."

"Will you just drop my age and go on one measly date?"

"If I was just a few years older, I'd marry you."

"You can't tell anyone about this."

"You're too young for me."

"You're too old for me."

"Hey, I'm over 18. It's perfectly legal."

"My feelings for you mean more to me than your age."

"Ask me again when you're done with high school/college."

"I'm old enough to be your mother/father--okay, maybe not THAT old, but still!"

"This isn't a lifetime movie, I could get into some serious trouble."

"I didn't know you were that young!"

"So I may have lied a bit about my age.."

"This never happened."

"You're not being professional."

"I'm not a kid, you know. Stop treating me like one."

"So you like older men/women, huh?"

"Go home, your parents are probably wondering where you are."

"I'm a lot more mature than you think."

"I don't know if I can handle this."