So, as your three o’clock sociology lecture ended–the class you shared with the lanky sweetheart–you caught up with is long strides as he advanced towards a willowy tree in a shaded courtyard. 

“Brian!” You waved him down and clasped your hand on his shoulder, standing on your tip-toes to reach him. “Are you doing anything tonight?” You asked, leaning against the tree and running your finger across his collarbones, exposed from beneath a half-open button-up, something you convinced Brian to keep doing after he showed up to class with his chest out a few weeks ago, flustered and distraught that the buttons had popped off in the wash. You played with a curl at the nape of his neck and he hummed appreciatively, a deep mauve blush pervading his milky skin. 

“No–I mean, probably just some studying. But nothing much–why?” He stumbled over his words and thumbed the charm of his silver necklace, chewing the inside of his cheek nervously. 

Grinning, you pulled him forward by his wrinkled collar and threw your arms over his shoulder, kissing his cheek tenderly. “’Cause I wanna see you.” Bringing a hand down, you twirled the chain of his necklace and felt the ridges of his sternum, feeling his shaky breaths fall over your forehead. 

“Do–do you wanna come over now?” He asked, his pretty lips parting as he licked them. His eyes were hooded and lazy-looking and you couldn’t get enough of his innocence, the way his eyes widened when you showed any interest in him beyond schoolwork and small talk. 

“As long as your roommate isn’t there.” You pushed a curl behind his ear and kissed his nose sweetly, swearing you heard him whimper at the slight innuendo. 

But as you got back to his dorm, it seemed all traces of your hints had completely escaped his mind, instead replaced with motivation to finish the project you had both been too distracted to finish the week before. 

“Do you want some water, Y/N?” He asked, scratching his shoulder as he found a clean glass for himself. “We still have a bit to finish with the presentation aspect. I think we could split–” 

You interrupted him, sitting yourself on the table as he turned the faucet on and tested the faulty temperature with his finger. “I didn’t really come over here to work on the project though,” You began, trailing your finger over the pulsing veins of his forearm, braced against the lip of the table as he drank his icy water, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wiped some droplets from his chin and looked at you, genuinely confused. 

“Oh–wanna go see a movie or something? I just thought since it’s due Thursday you’d wanna finish it.” He lifted a straight-across eyebrow, a silent inquiry, once again asking if you wanted anything to drink. 

“God–Brian.” You rested your head against the cabinet behind you. “You’re so sweet, you just have no idea.” 

“Idea about what?” He stood in front of you, his eyes averted to your thighs, leading up to the curve of your hips. 

“I’m just gonna be blunt–I came over to suck your cock.” You didn’t know what had given you the confidence to be so upfront; it might have been how Brian’s eyes fluttered when you and him were in such close proximity, how he seemed dazed and dizzy by you. 

“Wh–what?” He was almost in a stupor, his eyes flooded in lust and confusion. “I–why?”

“Why not? I want to make you feel good.” You spread your legs and pulled his lithe body between them; his legs were trembling as you pressed your lips to his, sighing into his mouth as your hands tangled in his curls. Brian whimpered and fell forward a bit, his hands flat against the counter on either side of your thighs. You pulled away from a particularly searing kiss and pulled his head back with just enough concentrated force to make him gasp. Your lips latched to his throat, sucking at the sensitive patch of skin you had located while you shared fervent kisses on his bed almost a week ago to the day. “Mhm, do you like that, baby?” You asked, watching his eyes roll back a bit while you marked his skin deep pinks and purples. 

“Yes--” He breathed; the one syllable was almost too much, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, watching his knees literally buckle when you swiped your tongue over a hickie forming near his collarbone. 

“So responsive,” You admired, pecking the corner of his mouth, grinning against the skin pebbled with goosebumps. “Why don’t you lie down and let me take care of you?” You asked, referencing the massive bulge in his tight velvet trousers. 

“I’m a virgin,” He blurted, gasping as you began to palm him eagerly. 

“We don’t have to, pretty boy.” 

He moaned at the nickname, intermingled with your rubbing of his cock. 

“No--I want it. I need it,” He pulled away from you and sat down on his bed, kicking his shoes off and laying against the clean sheets. 

You took off your own shoes and crawled between his legs, spread on the bed as he counted the ceiling tiles, trying not to embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the first girl who would touch his cock. “Look at me, baby. Tell me what you need.” 

He whined, huffing as you scratched your nails gently down his clothed shaft, your other hand working to unfasten the button of his pants. 

“Please--your mouth...” He begged, nodding as you kissed along his cock, hearing his shallow breathing become more erratic at the foreign sensation. 

“What do you want my mouth to do? Wanna hear you say it. Such a sweet, innocent boy. Can you say the naughty thing you want my mouth to do to you?” 

“I--” He was embarrassed, you could tell. He bit his lips harshly as if to suppress the words from leaving them. “Want you to suck my--cock.” He whispered the last word, his head becoming hazy in a cloud of arousal as you peeled his pants from his thighs, throwing them off the bed. His cock strained against his boxers; a wet patch of pre-cum stained the waistband. 

“Naughty boy.” You kissed his navel and raked your nails down his sides, stopping at the waistband of his underwear to pull them down, agonizingly slow. Teasing him was the best part; his moans and whines and whimpers were so genuine, he had never felt pleasure like this in his life, and every feeling against his cock was brand new. “Look at this pretty cock.” You spat in your palm and rubbed the saliva against his shaft, feeling the pulsing of his veins almost synced with the consistent dribbles of pre-cum leaking from his tip into his navel. You watched his eyes intently as you leaned your head down and laid on your stomach between his legs, your hands atop his thighs as you licked a stripe along his shaft, watching his abdomen tense, hearing a deep moan rumble from his throat as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and pumped him in your fist slowly. He let a drawn out, desperate whine fall from his mouth, his hands fisting the sheets by his hips. 

“Fuck--mmhm-” He praised, throwing his head back hard enough that he hit the wall, but he didn’t acknowledge it; he was too lost in your eyes, staring up at him while your mascara ran down your hollowed cheeks. Taking him deeper, you relaxed the narrow channel of your throat until you couldn’t take another centimeter of him. You bobbed your head, scratching down his stomach just to hear the desperation laced in his sweet whimpers. You pulled your mouth off of him and let your spit trail down his cock, prompting him to moan pornographically. 

You jerked him off, using your spit as lube, the wet sounds loud, but not as reverberant as Brian’s noises. “Shh. Gotta be a good boy and be quiet.” You swirled your tongue over his slit and tasted his salty pre-cum against your tastebuds which tasted entirely of Brian. 

“Alright--I’ll try,” He agreed, biting his lip harshly as you kissed his tip, humming in surprise as you felt his cock twitch. 

“Such a pretty boy.” You fluttered your eyelashes, massaging his balls with one hand while you bobbed your head quickly. His hips jerked up when you added more suction with your mouth, and he gasped excitedly. You felt a stream of pre-cum slide down your throat

“‘m sorry,” He apologized, his volume still quite loud; you were sure the boys in the next dorm could hear innocent Brian’s spontaneous moans and grunts, raw and natural from his sore throat. 

Grabbing his limp wrists, you tangled his fingers in your hair and hummed in content as he smoothed your hair down, his nails massaging your scalp and pulling your hair ever so gently. “There you go; good boy.” You muttered, kissing his hips before returning your mouth to his almost purple cock, desperate to cum. 

You sucked harshly on his tip and ran your tongue along the ridges of his slit; his hips jumped and his fingers tightened in your locks. He cried, involuntarily fucking into your mouth. “Hnngh-- feels so good--just..right there,” He begged as you dragged the tip of your tongue across the sensitive frenulum, lightly sucking on the skin there. 

Continuing your ministrations, you felt him getting close. His eyes were screwed shut, lips parted wide as deep cries echoed from the base of his throat; his adams apple knocked against bruised skin from your kisses. His cock pulsed in your hand and you tasted his pre-cum thickening as it dribbled over your lips. 

“I’m gonna cum..where do I-” He mewled, nodding as your eyes flitted up to meet his hooded gaze. 

You didn’t reply, you just sucked harder, jerking him deftly with a tight grasp while your lips wrapped around him expertly, your tongue rolling and licking his most sensitive areas. He screamed as his load painted your tongue, the salty substance hot and sticky on your bitten and bruised lips. He didn’t stop cumming though; hot stripes continued to pulse into your mouth and you took everything he was giving you, just wanting to please him, to see his eyes darken and his cheeks redden while his eyelashes fluttered over his cheekbones. 

You pulled his cock from your mouth and opened your fucked mouth, showing him his cum was gone. “Such a handsome boy--did you like it?” You pulled his underwear back up, swiping some cum from his tip with your thumb, grabbing Brian’s hair and bringing your digit to his lips. “Wanna taste yourself?” 

He whimpered, kissing the pad of your thumb and swirling his tongue over the skin, his eyes closing in pleasure at the intimacy. 

“Good boy.” You smoothed his hair back and kissed his forehead, just as Brian’s roommate returned from class. 

“Oh--hi,” He greeted you; you had never met each other. 

“Hi--I’m Y/N,” You waved, opting not to shake his hand; not now, anyway.

“I don’t mind, but what are you doing here? Brian never has girls over.” He lifted his dark eyebrows. 

You shrugged. “Just taking care of him.”