“Thank you.”
“I wouldn’t have expected you to go with a grey suit, but it’s perfect. We need to take lots of photos tonight.”
“Right. For sure.”
He exhales and I watch his breath again. He moves from holding my hand to stroking his fingertips over my palm, and the feeling is like a lure, pulling me in.
“You feel amazing. All the time. Are you aware of that, Oliver?”
He moves his fingers a little higher, feeling up under my sleeve a little. His words are bold, even for him. He really is in a different sort of mood tonight.
“It does feel good,’ I agree.
He squeezes my hand, then pauses for a moment, slowing me to a stop.
We’re in the middle of the campus quad now, and the other guys keep walking ahead of us.
Niko holds my gaze, his eyes half-lidded, even more like bedroom eyes than usual.
“God, I would fuck up my whole life for you,” he murmurs, then leans in to press a kiss to my mouth.
It’s not a chaste kiss.
He’s parting his lips from the first moment, opening for me and sliding his tongue into my mouth. He puts a hand inside my jacket and the warmth of his palm snakes around my waist before he tugs me in closer.
I can feel his cock push up against my leg, hard already.
“Niko,” I whisper against his lips, pulling away a little. “We have to get to the party.”
“I know. Fuck. I know this is important to you. Let’s keep going. Just kiss me a little more first.”
His kiss is even more demanding now. He leans into me, dipping me backward a little as his tongue slides along mine again.
It’s almost like he’s intoxicated. Like he’s drunk, but I taste no alcohol on his tongue.
Even when he kisses me like this, usually he’s measured with his movements, not hungry and wild like this.
He exhales against my mouth a moment later, bringing his tongue to my lower lip and giving it a little lick.
“We could fuck right here, baby,” he utters, gripping my waist harder.
I furrow my brow at him. “Did you drink something tonight? Or smoke some really strong weed, maybe?”
He hums, moving a hand up to brush away a lock of my hair.
“Didn’t have anything.”
He’s still looking at me like he wants to fucking breed me right here on the cold, exposed quad, though.
“You’re being pretty handsy.”
“I’m allowed to want my boyfriend,” he murmurs, and his lips are on my neck a moment later. “Mm. Callum didgive me some of his leftover Halloween chocolates, but I don’t think sugar really affects me like that, Ollie.”
My spidey senses perk up inside me. “He gave you something?”
“They were mini Twix bars, babe. Relax. And kiss me a little more.”
“I’ll kiss you in the ballroom. We need togo.”
