i'll be praying for the faithless

The quick reaction from Connor made Salvatore grin, winking at him as the group teased them.  For a moment, Sal’s attention went back to the conversation at hand, though his mind wandered back to Connor.  The feeling, even briefly, of his ass jiggling beneath his hand was stuck in his head.

He shook it off, deciding not to dwell on it.  And then Connor got up and stammered about needing the bathroom.  Sal looked at him curiously, but gestured toward the stairs.  “Upstairs, first door on the left.”  Salvatore took a sip of his wine and smiled at Connor, alcohol loosening his tongue.  “Shake it more than twice and you’re playing with it.”

Chills were sent down his spine, and Connor only sputtered with his face becoming a deeper shade of red. “Sh-shut up!” he squeaked before hurrying up the stairs. He couldn’t get the other man’s smile out of his mind. Or the way his hand smacked his ass while being bent over. This was such awful timing, and Connor only had his friend to blame. 

Stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, Connor took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be as easy to get his hard-on under control. He went over to the sink to splash some cold water onto his face, needing to bend over a bit since he was so lean and tall. The position only made his cock twitch, making him imagine Sal behind him, that stupid gorgeous grin on his face as he spanked him. Dammit. Connor unzipped his pants to release his hard length, his free arm on the counter as he started to stroke himself. 

“F-fuck...Sal, yes,” he moaned to himself, and then mentally scolding himself for thinking of his good friend like that. He couldn’t help it, though. His hand felt so good on his cheek. The fact that a group of people, including Salvatore, were right downstairs only made him more excited. “Oh god...” 

They whimper, arching themself back for him. They make a sharp noise, jerking their hips back when his  fingers get close. They grind back quickly, they’re very wet, his fingers sliding in easily through their slick entrance. They gasp and nod, pressing against his fingers. “Connor. Please. Don’t.. T-Tease me.” They manage out, reaching back to yank their underwear down for him. 

The lack of his roommate didn’t ping at all for Gideon.  Maybe Damien was just out running errands.  It was possible.  Either way, he kicked aside his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his frame.  He wasn’t obscenely built, but he did have some nice muscle tone.  His fingers slid over each line of his torso before sliding down to his crotch.

Slowly, he ran his hands over his thighs, spreading his legs to make space for them.  His fingers wrapped around the flaccid length, working to coax it harder.  This was exactly what he needed.  It wasn’t long before it filled out, standing hard and jutting up from his pelvis, fully on display.

Oh no. No, no, no. It was happening. His own roommate was naked and he was starting to touch himself--and goddamn, did he look good doing so. Damien had to hold in his breath for a moment, his eyes never leaving the other for a second. This was weird. This was totally and completely weird and creepy and what would Gideon think of him if he jumped out now? He couldn’t risk it. Damien was going to have to watch and hope that Gideon would leave the room at some point. 

Watching Gideon’s length becoming fully hard, Damien swallowed thickly, his teeth digging into his lower lip to restrain himself from releasing a whimper. Not to mention the fact that his own pants were getting tight, which was probably super perverted, but he didn’t stop himself from running a hand down to grip onto his hard-on, releasing some tension. 

Connor’s pleas did not stop Dmitri’s sinful ways. His lips continued to tease the other’s flesh as his hands decided to enter the arena. One slid down Connor’s sinewy back, taking a hold of that beautifully sculpted ass, while the other slid between Connor’s legs; taking hold of the large cock that was already waking up. “Then I guess we better hope that you aren’t a screamer.” Dmitri swooned in his thick southern accent. He hoped the other was a screamer. The man loved it when his partners couldn’t help but praise him in the loudest way possible. Reaching the younger’s collarbone,Dmitri sank his teeth in a bit, before wrapping his lips around the mark.

Connor nearly let out a moan when he felt one hand at his ass and the other holding onto his growing cock, being in the water somehow increased the excitement of it all. He moved his legs to wrap them around the other counselor’s hips, wanting to get closer and closer to him. “Fuck.” He let one of his hands go into Dmitri’s hair, tugging at it a bit. “P-please...I want you to make me scream,” he begged rather shyly. Once he felt the way the other man was creating a hickey, Connor released a louder moan. “Dmitri! God...y-yes...” He knew he’d be getting questions about the mark the next day, but at the very moment, he didn’t care. He only wanted to be taken and used by the man he’s had a silly crush on all summer.