HOUSTON BE ADVISED

With your nose buried in the book, then your notebook, back and forth in the monotonous cycle of taking notes, you don't catch the way Coryo cannot take his eyes off your lips. He's thought about kissing you before. Those days when you laugh so hard at something he's said and your hand end up on his arm, leaning in closer to stabilize yourself from the laughter, part of him wishes he could grab your waist and kiss you.

It's different, as he watches your teeth bite and pull. Coryo wants to do that, he tells himself while watching you. He wants to be the one biting at your lips, maybe not tugging at the skin the way you do, but enough that maybe it would satiate this little habit of yours and maybe he'd hear a pretty noise let out from your mouth.

Coryo feels a stir in his pants. He spares a glance down, but he does not need to tell he was getting aroused. He tries to focus on his work, but the words on the page mush together. He rereads the same sentence four times before he looks back at you, still focused as ever.

When you bite at your lips still, it irritates a spot, and the slight redness of blood starts to gather there. So, your teeth retreat to biting the inside of your mouth, the little spot of red on your lips remaining.

Coryo isn't sure why the sight of your blood on your lips makes his dick twitch. He presses his palm against himself for some relief, to adjust himself more comfortably but it's to no avail.

He catches the moment your tongue darts out to lick over the spot of blood and he wishes so deeply he was alone in his room so he could let out a groan. His eyes find the book in front of him again, his palm pressing more against himself as he moves it slowly. Circling his palm over his clothed dick, his jaw tightens to control the noises that he wants to emit, but he won't.

Coryo is already cursing at himself. This is risky. This is awful and horrible. You're his friend. And he's rubbing his cock through his pants over your lips. There's gotta be something wrong with him, he wonders, but despite any bad thoughts he has over himself, Coryo cannot stop touching. He tries to act like he's writing something, but it's nonsense. He's writing his own name over and over on the page. Some in cursive, some in print, some completely intelligible as he tries to find the right friction with his palm.

When he looks at you, you're still looking at your work. Damn you, he thinks. Hell, Coriolanus wants you to look at him. Want you to see him and wonder why his cheeks have flushed, why his eyes are wider, and why his hand is gripping his pen so tight. He wants to palm his dick while your eyes look at his, not knowing what sinful thing he's doing.

Coryo is staring at you like he's waiting for the biting to return to your lips and it does as if you were mentally connected to his thoughts. He watches as you suck in your bottom lip, biting at it more and licking over the sensitive spot of skin that bled before.

He can't take it. Palming himself isn't enough. So he unbuttons his pants and slides his hand down beneath his boxers as well. Loosely holding his cock as he rubs it, letting his thumb brush the tip and press against it, circling it to tease himself.

Teasing himself doesn't last long when you wince all of a sudden and he sees you've made your lip bleed again. Your finger touches your lip, and then you lick the blood from your bottom lip. Coryo is anticipating your next move. He knows what it's gonna be and it has him trying to move his hand on himself faster, but he knows he needs to be discreet. It's killing him.

You lick the blood from your fingertip, your eyes flitting up to Coryo across the table. He stilled his movements but kept his thumb rubbing his tip, the only thing he could do that wouldn't make it obvious to you what he was doing.

Chuckling, you sigh, "Should have warned me I was biting my lip, Coryo." He lets out a laugh, but it fades quick as he feels his orgasm threatening to spill over the edge and he prays you look away from him, completely abandoning how badly he wanted your gaze earlier. It's cowardice and the weakness that spreads through him is uncanny. He isn't sure if he can keep a straight face.

"I'll l-let you know next time," he says, the only words he could mutter out and you give him a nod, smiling your cute grin before turning back to your notes.

As soon as your head dips down and he's not in your direct view, Coryo lets his eyes flutter shut, his cum spurting out of him on his hand, messing his underwear. His thighs clench and he bites down on the inside of his cheek to not let out a noise. He wants to pat himself on the back for how well he's kept quiet. Wiping his hands on his underwear, he feels a calmness take over him, enough to actually focus on his work.

Coryo could even taste the metallic of his own blood from how hard he bit down and he finds himself wishing it was your blood he was tasting. For now, this will do.