Hank kisses Soman

Who was Hank kidding? He wasnt all that interested in building friendships again from the ground up, that could be so boring. He had no issue admitting to himself he was incredibly horny near constantly, and everyone he'd met had been attractice not just in looks but in personality.

Beforr he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed Soman's arm firmly for a second before slipping it up to the back of the taller mans neck and tugging him down. The kiss was hesitant from both parties to start, then Soman's hands found Hank's waist and tugged him closer. Hank felt the growing bulge in his pants and knew right then that he couldn't wait for a bed. They humped and licked and panted against each other, barely managing to seperate before the elevator found the first floor.

Disheveled and bothered, they slid out and around the hall, stumbling into a single stall bathroom that hardly had time to shut before Soman was hauling Hank up onto the counter and sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Hank looped his arms around Soman's neck again and moaned as his ass was groped through his jeans, wrapping his legs around the other's waist and tugging him forward for more grinding. His head was spinning from the thrill of desire, his body so hot he thought he might melt. His classmate's hands were rough and practiced, unbuttoning Hank's pants and tugging them down before he even knew what was happening.

The kiss broke, and Hank was left dazed and disappointed for all of the two seconds it took Soman to get his face between his thighs, spreading them open and only sparing their owner a brief, heated stare before he began adorning them with firm kisses and firmer bites. He sank his teeth into flush and tugged gasps and moans out of Hank, holding him still while he worked his way further, leaving a mess of bruises. His lips met clit with a vengeance, offering a stinging nibble before it was pulled passed his lips and sucked on so hard Hank saw stars. He wrapped his legs around Soman's head and whined, burying his fingers in his curls to hold on for dear life. Before he could get his bearings, the others tongue came out to slurp at his folds, drinking up his excitement and leaving him sloppier for it.

"Oh, god," Hank gasped, his voice and noises echoing off the surrounding tile.

He heard rustling fabric and looked down to see Soman's sweats and boxers tucked down below his balls, his hand working himself roughly. The sight sent a shiver through Hank's body, and led to more slick running down the other's chin. The sounds were getting wetter and wetter, especially once Hank started to shake and clench and arch. His climax snuck up on him so fast that he didn't know what to do about it, rendered limp to the mercy of Soman's eager tongue.

When the room stopped spinning, Soman stood and stopped jerking himself just long enough to help Hank down and onto his knees. He laid the length of his dick across the bottom's face, obsuring one eye. He slapped his cheek with it, dabbed pre against him, and humped lightly against his lips for a bit before sliding his thumb in, needlessly, to part Hank's jaw. His sweaty musk overwhelmed the shorter's senses, but he wasnt the least bit put off by the taste of salt. He didn't complain up until Soman slid all the way in, triggering his gag reflex. Instinctively, he tried pulling back, but found a hand on his head blocking a full withdrawal. Hank took a breath and slid forward again, forcing himself all the way down through several more wet, choking sounds until he could stay put with his nose buried in pubes.

Hank looked up at Soman through wet eyes, and watched as the man above him bit his lip and gave an experimental grind forward, his hand trying to force Hank's head down further. It caused a retching gay but he managed not to pull away, instead grabbing at the other's thighs and nuzzling against him. It pulled a groan from the tallers throat, and in a moment he was rocking himself in and out of Hank's, slowly fucking his face and watching every moment of it with deep infatuation. He held the shorter's head in both of his hands to keep him steady and looking upward, held him tight and relished in the feeling of his balls slapping against his wet chin. He felt a deep heat building and picked up the pace, relishing the gags and tears he worked out of Hank by doing so.