Study Session.

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I've said this b4 and I'll say it again

The story gets q u i t e spicy this chapter if ykkk what I mean

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The last bell echoed through the halls, sending crowds of students out of their classes. George approached me while leaving class, and as usual, he was sipping on a juice box.

"Hey Jay. Owen told you about Charlie's plans, right?"

I nodded, wracking my brain for a last-minute excuse for skipping. "Yeah I heard. I don't know about it, though." I rubbed the back of my neck, brushing away the guilt that crept up my neck. I knew I would regret missing my friends, but Axel - poor Axel needed help with his career plan.

"Well, I don't blame you. It's basically getting together with a bunch of strangers." He muttered, a dull and uninterested look becoming his face. "I'll tell Charlie you couldn't make it." He said, tossing the empty juice bottle into the nearest trash bin.

I thanked him, splitting paths at the fork in the hall. I head off in the direction opposite of my dorm; to Axel's room. He didn't see me coming this time, so I knocked on his door. There was no answer, so I knocked again.

"I'm coming in!" I warned, opening the door.

His lengthy body spilled over the ends of the bed, and the cross look on his face darkened the aura of the entire room. The area around him had been picked up the finest bit, just enough so that I noticed the absence of dirty laundry which would usually be in piles next to him.

The familiar butterflies flitted in my stomach, as my eyes searched the room for a place to seat myself. I settled with the alpine chair that stationed at his desk; pulling it out and placing my full weight down.

His eyes smoldered me as I walked; they followed my every muscle contraction, every twitch.

"Why are you all the way over there?" He shook his head, shifting his weight to the right - freeing up just enough space for me to fit next to him on the bed.

I looked upon the "space" he had made for me with suspicion.

Nevertheless, I slinked up from my chair and wriggled into the bed, taking extra care to keep our skin from making contact. Not that I would object if it did; as a matter of fact, I would probably like it too much.

"Advisory is new for you as well as myself, right? It would be bad if we got behind on our first class." I straightened the papers in my hand, and prepared to begin writing.

"Do you have a future occupation-"

The faint feeling of satin fingers slithered their way onto my lower back, forcing a flinch at the contact. "My hands're cold," He murmured, letting his touch wander around my waist. My skin ached and sparkled where we made contact; I longed to feel more of him around me. All around me. Inside me.

"Mm," I mellowed. "That's certainly a problem."

"One that you'd be willing to fix?" His lips grazed a honey-like sweet spot on my ear, sending a shockwave of pleasure down my spine. It was all I could do to keep from moaning at that one, tiny gesture.

"I suppose- I could try and warm-"

My sentence was fiercely taken from my lips, as his hungry mouth consumed my sanity. The way he touched my collar, my abdomen, my thighs - it was enough to make a man go mad.

When he released me from the head-pounding kiss, I was already on my back, underneath him. His eyes glossed over with a white film, a film that played edits of of slowly ripping my clothes from my body with his bare teeth. The unreadable expression set a rush of fear and excitement; it revealed no clue on what he planed to do to me.

"You're..." His voice marinated in the base of his throat; "You're gonna take me. All of me."

My brows furrowed in challenge to his comment, and my hips bucked slightly upward toward his crotch. "Is that so?"

"I told you we'd be breaking the rules, didn't I?" He near growled, his grip on my torso pulsing with lust. His body seemed to tremble with the urge to release, his breath burned my neck as he pulled and nipped at my skin.

"I've never-" A flinch, as he bit on the soft of my Adams apple, "-I've never done this before,"

Contrary to my words, my body responded perfectly to his advancements; our hips swayed against each other as we longed to satisfy the aching burn through our pants, my ratio of resistance to acceptance seemed to intensify his hunger for me, and he had had no complaint of the way my voice cracked at his touch- rather, there was a very hard encouragement that pushed at my jeans.

"I'd do off with many men just to hear you moan my name, Jason." He murmured, his hands making light work of the belt that held my jeans to my shuddering body.

"You don't have to 'do off with' anyone. I'd gladly moan... for you..." My sentence ended with a break.

Despite the confidence I had that Axel would never intentionally hurt me, I couldn't help but gape at the size that he freed from his pants, ringing the tip with his fingers, extracting the precum.

"Hold on, where have you been hiding that entire thing?" I tried my best to hide the waver in my voice.

His eyes snapped up from his haze, pupils dilating as he tried to focus on mine. "I won't hurt you."

My lips tried at a grin, "I know. But please, spare me; I'm fragile."

His face twitched, whether in response to my comment, or as an attempt at a smile back at me- either way I had no time to think.

I had no sooner gasped, than my wrists had been pinned above my head. He alined the tip of his cock into my outstretched opening, pushing into my ass while accommodating his size.

I bit my lip until it most surely bruised; my body rejected the sudden entering. It was a warm, electrifying feeling, that felt so weird; I would have back handed him if my wrists weren't fully secured above my head.

He grunted, a bit of life returning to his eyes as he saw the state I was in. "Can... i-is this okay?"

I had rarely heard him stumble on his words, but I had no time to marvel on it as he continued to enter, stretching me out completely.

I had never felt so full. Never felt so... itchy. As much as his cock brought sudden pain, my insides longed for friction - longed for something to release me from the torture of stillness.

He pushed, forcing himself passed the limits of my tightness- a low and sore moan escaping from his throat. I could feel the neediness in his movements, in the way he sucked on my lower lip, the way he bucked into me with the fierceness of a starving man at a feast.

My vision whited, but his hands firmly held me to reality. He pushed then withdrew, in and out, nauseatingly slow plunges that left me in a frenzy of pleasure.

I could barely force the word 'slower' from my mouth before he had begun a harsh, deep pace that reached every part of me. He moved his left hand from around my wrists, to pin my knee to my chest as he plunged- over and over, alternating between soft and hard.

I subconsciously pushed a hand onto his chest; I needed something between us, something to pause his ruthless thrusting, to ground me and force the haze out of my head.

"Get your hand off me, or I'm tying it to the headstand." His voice came out in a growl, startling a low whimper from my lips. "No shutting me out. No attempt at grounding yourself. Just take it, let it destroy your senses."

Contrary to his harsh words, he slowed his pace and planted warm kisses on my forehead, nose and lips. I could feel his body trembling as he struggled to control the slow speed of his stokes; his cock pulsed inside of me, begging for much faster friction.

Moments of uncharted time flew by, and the initial uncomfortable itchy feeling had turned into an overwhelming pleasure that completely ruled me. He was enjoying it now, watching me twitch and jerk at the slowness of his movements, the intentional sweet torture.

"F-Faster... please Axel, I'm begging- please." My sentence faded in an incoherent mumble, and although I was sure he could understand each word, He simply responded with an agonizingly slow kiss, pulling and tasting my tongue with his teeth.

He thrusted once more. The deepest, hardest stroke yet, that he forced until it reached the limit of my hole. I yelped into his lips, clawing at his skin with my nails.

There in that spot, he stayed still, pulsing inside of me. My legs began to tremble, and my stomach compressed down on his cock, forcing an unintentional buck into me.

"There it is," He murmured, brushing my sweaty hair aside to better see my face. "Stay still, pretty boy."

I whined and wriggled, trying to ease the edging suspense he had planted inside of me, but his arms simply forced my body still against the bed. He watched me struggle to move under him, occasionally praising me with sweet nothings, or pushing his lips against my temple.

The edging began to be too much for me, and my hands subconsciously pushed on his lower back at an attempt to make him move inside of me once more. No sooner had I done it than I had regretted it; a malicious smile began to grow on his face.

"What did I say?" He reached onto the bedside table for my belt, waving it in front of me with a grin on his face. "Keep your hands off me-" He grabbed my wrists, binding them together with my belt. "-Or I'm tying them to the headstand."

He was careful not to move inside of me; careful not to release me with even the tiniest bit of friction. I had no energy left as he attached my wrists to the headboard, rendering my ability to resist him completely useless.

My cock strained with precum, twitching slightly and dripping onto my lower abdomen. The finest movement would have set me off like a firework; I was so close to my climax I could taste it.

The moment he finished, he grabbed the head of my cock and began small circular motions on the very tip. My back arched, and I felt him hitting the deepest part of me while his fingers slowly had their way with me. My body couldn't handle the sensitivity, and began to shoot loads of milky substance onto his hand.

"Look at me." He ordered, holding my dick in place as I continued to squirm with pleasure. "Look at me when you cum."

My eyes opened, watching the smirk on his face as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on my cock. That was when he began to buck into me, his dick pulsing in the promise of reaching its climax as well.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming again; the way he intentionally and perfectly fucked me into the sheets while I rode on my post-come high was unbearable.

It was moments after I had climaxed when he forced a low groan, a hot and thin substance filling my hole until it spilled out under the both of us.

Never once had I been so incredibly and irrevocably pleasured. That night, the imprint of Axel maimed itself into my body.

If I had taken away one thing from the evening; it was the realization that nothing could have beaten my time with him. Especially not some damn cafe.