ART BY @nevvn !!

Liam swung his long legs over the side of the bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and, without bothering to undress, stepped under the warm spray fully clothed in his favorite outfit - a snug green blue striped t-shirt, skintight light blue jeans, and scuffed up sneakers. He loved the feeling of his clothes getting soaked through and clinging to his lithe body.

As the water cascaded down his face and hair, Liam closed his eyes and let his mind wander. His hands drifted to the front of his jeans, tracing the outline of his morning wood through the damp denim. He bit his lip to stifle a moan as he slowly rubbed his hardening bulge. The rough texture of the wet fabric against his sensitive cock felt amazing.

Liam's breathing grew heavier as he picked up the pace, humping into his hand. The clinging t-shirt rode up, exposing his flat stomach. Water droplets beaded on his smooth skin and ran down his toned abs. His other hand slipped under the hem to caress himself as he rutted into his jeans, the confined space making his cock throb almost painfully.

Lost in pleasure, Liam didn't hear the bathroom window slide open. He was so focused on chasing his release that he didn't notice his neighbor Mark, a handsome 19-year-old who had just moved in next door, boldly climbing into the bathroom.

It wasn't until he heard Mark's low chuckle that Liam's eyes flew open in shock. He froze, mortified at being caught in such a compromising position by the cute older boy he'd been crushing on.

"Hey, don't stop on my account," Mark said with a wink, his eyes roving hungrily over Liam's drenched, clothed body. "You looked like you were really enjoying yourself there."

Liam's face flushed bright red and he tried to cover himself with his hands. "I…I wasn't…I mean, this isn't what it looks like!" he stammered.

Mark took a step closer, his tall, muscular frame seeming to fill the small bathroom. "Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like," he purred, reaching out to trail a finger down Liam's heaving chest. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you? Getting all hot and bothered in your clothes like that."

Liam shivered at the older boy's touch, his cock jumping in his jeans. "Please, you can't tell anyone," he begged, looking up at Mark with wide, pleading eyes. "I'll do anything…"

Mark's grin turned wicked. "Anything, huh? Well, I can think of a few things…" He reached for Liam's zipper.

Liam's heart raced as Mark slowly dragged it down, freeing his aching erection. It sprang out, slapping against his stomach and leaving a wet spot on his t-shirt. Mark wrapped a strong hand around it and started pumping.

"Oh god," Liam gasped, his head falling back. Mark's calloused palm felt so good against his sensitive skin. He rocked his hips, fucking into the tight channel of the older boy's fist.

"That's it, baby," Mark coaxed, his voice low and rough. "You like that? Like having your cock played with while you're still dressed?"

Liam could only moan in response, too far gone to form words. Mark's hand was driving him wild, stroking him just right. The wet denim of his jeans chafed deliciously against his balls and thighs with each thrust.

Mark used his free hand to push Liam's sopping shirt up higher, exposing his chest completely. He dipped his head to lap at a perky nipple, making Liam cry out. His fingers dug into Mark's broad shoulders as he rutted shamelessly into his grip.

"Fuck, you're close, aren't you?" Mark growled against his skin. "Gonna cum in your pants like a dirty little slut?"

The filthy words pushed Liam over the edge. With a choked sob, he came hard, spilling all over Mark's fist and splattering his jeans with pearly white. His body shook with the force of his climax, muscles clenching and unclenching.

Mark worked him through it, milking every last drop until Liam was spent and boneless. He slumped back against the cold tile, chest heaving.

"Damn, that was hot," Mark said, bringing his messy hand to his mouth and licking it clean. "You're a natural-born slut, you know that?"

Liam blushed, suddenly self-conscious. "I…I've never done anything like this before," he admitted shyly.

Mark's eyes softened. "I know, baby. And we don't have to do anything more if you don't want to." He tucked Liam back into his jeans and pulled his shirt down. "How about I make us some breakfast and we can forget this ever happened, okay?"

Liam nodded, overwhelmed with relief. "Okay. Yeah, that would be good."

......fuck.

Boceto de #maxley juntos !! Acaso se estaban abrazando antes de interrumpirlos? 😭✨️✨️❤️💜🛹