[But then, Wade is on him. It's a shock, which is strange, when it's so much less... forceful than before, harried and desperate and crushing and insistent.
Fuck, he's good.
Travis feels his breath catch in his throat. He's backed up against the wall, and he's not going to push back--not when this is so damn enjoyable an experience--but he finds his hand gripping Wade's arm. If only for stability. To hang onto something solid enough, maybe. And Wade, Wade knows where he should be feeling, which buttons need to get pressed right now, and Travis lets his hips push right into Wade's palm. Like putty in his hands. He's getting into it. Too into it. He doesn't care; he doesn't care, he doesn't he doesn't.
He's halfway through a moan when Wade pulls away, leaving him leaning helplessly forward, mouth still hanging half-open.
The closet door opens. Wade's gone before he can say a word in protest.]
i'd like to thank the academy
[But then, Wade is on him. It's a shock, which is strange, when it's so much less... forceful than before, harried and desperate and crushing and insistent.
Fuck, he's good.
Travis feels his breath catch in his throat. He's backed up against the wall, and he's not going to push back--not when this is so damn enjoyable an experience--but he finds his hand gripping Wade's arm. If only for stability. To hang onto something solid enough, maybe. And Wade, Wade knows where he should be feeling, which buttons need to get pressed right now, and Travis lets his hips push right into Wade's palm. Like putty in his hands. He's getting into it. Too into it. He doesn't care; he doesn't care, he doesn't he doesn't.
He's halfway through a moan when Wade pulls away, leaving him leaning helplessly forward, mouth still hanging half-open.
The closet door opens. Wade's gone before he can say a word in protest.]
...Fuck.
[Oh, yeah. And his cock's still not helping.]