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@thealphatelepath:
"Haah..." A moan escaped his lips as he sensed the feeling of being kissed on the side of his neck. It was giving Charles goosebumps all over his body. He might not be able to hold it and keep his cool anymore, considering being gently railed by Scott is already an overwhelming sensation. Each kiss on his neck signals intense pleasure to his brain. "Take it easy — please." Charles murmured, trying to hold himself from an uncontrollable urge to moan. Each slight touch on his skin is trying to push him over the edge: the squeezes from his hands on his skin, the soft lips pecking on his neck, the weight of a much taller man pressing him onto the bed, and that cock trying to crack him open. It seems like his body is being extra sensitive today.
Scott had a complex relationship with Charles, their current circumstances only adding to the pile of complications. He always had a crush on the man, ever since he first attended the school, and it never really went away. Even as he got older and much, much more cynical about Charles as a mentor figure, those feelings didn't fade. Weirdly, they only grew more intense. The opposite of hate isn't love —it's indifference— and that was not a word that could describe how he felt about the man.
"Even when taking my dick," Scott begins, grunting, "you can't help but be a control freak—"
Scott does respond, though (because of course he does), and starts rocking into the older man's ass with softer, slower strokes. Ones that could almost be seen as romantic. (The kisses on his neck didn't help dissuade.) "Fuck, so good—" he moans. "Always so tight for me, Charles—"
