#11.3

HBD to meee

7.5 “shut up, dr. phil” // 10.3 “soul survivor” // 11.3 “the bad seed”

Luckily enough, Nate and Owen’s classes lined up pretty conveniently. For most of Nate’s classes, Owen was out of his own, which gave the blonde plenty of time to find a suitable spot near Nate’s classroom to kneel and wait for him to exit at the end of the period. Dressed in his cheer uniform, per usual, Owen dropped to the floor adjacent to some unoccupied lockers within view of the door to Nate’s current class. Checking his watch, he counted down to the time the class would end and perked up instantly when, as if on cue, the door opened and students came streaming out. It wasn’t long before Owen’s blue eyes locked with Nates and he instantly shot him a wry smirk, wet his lips and did what he could with his expression to beckon the Dominant over. “Hi, Sir.” Owen said giddily, barely able to contain his excitement. “Did you have a good class?” He asked idly, while sitting up and reaching for the fly on Nate’s jeans. Keeping his lustful gaze trained on the Dominant towering over him, he worked diligently to fish the other’s impressive member from the confines of his pants and into his all-too willing mouth, sucking at the head with a satisfied hum, paying no mind to their crowded surroundings or the leering eyes they were definitely attracting. @domitxnate

I have a task for you in the future. Next time we need female heir. Too many men in a row! That’s all. Now go enjoy your childhood ‘cause it’s gonna be short.