The jock just loved his body. He could spend hours just worshipping Chris, especially after they worked out together...
Soon one of those hands leaves the other man's ass however, stroking himself as he hollows his cheeks out around Chris - eager for his reward.
To say Antoni enjoyed this would be an understatement. Drowning in the scent snd taste of Chris, he could spend all day here. Something about Chris brought out this side of him; this need slut for the older man. Soon Antoni was back on that manhood, lips curled around it. +
the sudden shift in dynamics was intoxicating: seeing the usually cocky soccer player so eager to please, practically begging for approval, sent a surge of pure adrenaline through his veins. as antoni pulled back to lick and suck his
He hummed again,rocking his ass back into Chris' fingers. Hell, if he kept these treats up he could turn Toni into a puppy boy in no time. Probably. Maybe.
The athlete's hands explored Chris' thighs, reaching back to grope that muscled ass of his. +
Antoni was rarely ever so docile and submissive. Something about the professor brought it out of him, however. The risk of getting caught only seemed to make Antoni hornier, hips pressing back into Chris' hand.
A moan causes that throat to vibeate around Chris' manhood. +
at the center of the soccer field, the jock's audacity only ignited a spark of sharp determination in his professor's eyes. without ever breaking eye contact with antoni, chris moved with a calculated slowness—fluid, deliberate movements, as
The jock was practically fucking himself on Chris' fingers, his own manhood bouncing softly below him. He was becoming more and more hooked on the man with their every encounter. Though he probably wouldn't say that out loud.
Soon he's pulling off of Chris' manhood. +
"Good girl."
He mocked his roomy, admittedly affectionately, before swiveling that chair around. He lifted Casey like he weighed nothing at all, laying him out on the jocks bed before climbing in beside him.
"We're gonna watch a movie. And I'm so nice I'll let you pick."
His chest thumps and his hands grow shaky. Casey REALLY wants to get started, but... it's hard telling Antoni no. It's hard for him to tell anyone no.
❝Uhm... okay. Yeah, I can... wait to start later. ❞
"Then it can wait."
He spoke rather curtly, straight to the point. Soon he's manipulating Casey to look up at him, a littke smirk outline st his lips. Boy, the twink sure did look there.
"C'mon princess."
A cute, little grown curls his thin lips as Casey keeps his eyes focused on the computer. He truly does not have the mean bone in his body to tell Antoni to leave him alone.
❝I just started...❞ he mumbles.
"I play 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 game well, carino."
Antoni's grin only grows when the professor's arousal was freed. The jock's hands stroked those muscled thighs as he pressed a kiss to the tip, lips enveloping the length. Slowly he'd take it into his mouth, until he hit the base. +
chris let out a raspy breath under the late afternoon sun. it was the 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 way to end antoni's practice. instead of backing away, he pushed his own hips forward, firmly rubbing his clothed bulge against his cheek and lips—urgent
He took a moment to take in the taste and scent of Chris, swallowing around his length before pulling back up. He set a deliberately slow pace, tongue wrapping around the girth in his mouth as he worked it over. Soon Antoni's hands went lower, tugging his athletic shorts down.
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