Too wet.
Matt fought back a grimace, but then felt his nipples tingling jealously, begging to be bathed in spittle, flicked and licked by that forked tongue.
His cock betrayed him, too, aching for action—despite—or maybe because of the oral stimulation.
Matt wore his cock tucked down in his boxer briefs, which was fine except in situations like this where it strained against the fabric, bent at an uncomfortable angle. He wanted to adjust it but didn’t dare break the damn rules and take his hands off the headrest.
Locks of William’s shiny black hair fell forward, brushing across Matt’s face.
Matt panted and moaned. He inhaled the spicey scent of William’s shampoo, probed the slick mysteries of William’s mouth with his tongue.
Until now he had been the passive partner, accepting William’s kisses but not really returning them. Not any longer. Maybe kissing wasn’t so bad, after all.
Something primal kicked in.
He licked William’s face hungrily, began sucking on his upper lip.
William grinned again. His lips seemed vibrantly pink against his fair complexion.
Matt felt pre-cum leaking from his bent cock.
He lost track of time as his consciousness gave way to his reptilian brain.
And then, suddenly, William pulled away.
Matt was confused, even dazed. Then he realized that his hands were on William’s hips.
He had broken the rules.
He vaguely remembered pawing at William’s ass, desperate to pull it closer to his grinding crotch.
William leaned down and whispered in Matt’s ear.
His breath was warm and moist, and made Matt even harder. “This is an art form, dahling,” William said. “If you want to rut, find a barnyard.”
Matt sighed and returned his hands to the headrest. He was ready to resume kissing.
Apparently, William had different ideas. He crawled over to the passenger seat.
“That’s enough for tonight’s lesson,” he said.
“Please.” Matt, arms still on the headrest, arched his back, straining. Begging.
William reached out and caressed Matt’s bulge.
The touch was electric. Matt shivered.
“You need to understand something,” William said. “The only way our little fraternity survives at MCU is because everyone of us obeys the rules that protect us. So, you see, when I told you to keep your hands on the headrest, I was gauging whether you can follow directions or just let your cock do the thinking.”
“I’m sorry,” Matt blurted. Had he blown his chances already?
William worked to unbutton Matt’s jeans, then lowered the zipper. “Everyone fails that first test. Let it be a warning, though.”
Matt nodded, holding his breath lest anything disturb William’s probing.
William’s fingers found the elastic waistband of Matt’s boxer briefs, reached in, and gently freed Matt’s bent cock. It slapped up against his stomach, trailing a string of pre-cum.
Matt exhaled in glorious relief.
