Winter:You make me beg and you’ll be doing more than eating your own cum.
Zayn:Ooh, shaking in my tight pink studded pants.
Winter:How tight?
Zayn:Someone’s extra horny this morning.
I was.
Fuck.
Winter:Says the guy yearning for a hand job.
Zayn:I’m telling our mouthwatering snake prince. Maybe he’ll do that thing he does to me when I get all horny-wild.
The next thing I knew, before I could even respond, he opened up the Group Chat.
And pasted that last line in.
Little fucking fireball.
Zayn:Vax, check this text out that I just sent to Win about his horniness this morning: ‘I’m telling our mouthwatering snake prince. Maybe he’ll do that thing he does to me when I get all horny-wild.’
Evira:Wow. I was just about to send a text asking if you two were heading down. Vaxan and me are already here in the Cafeteria. But now I see you’re distracted sexting.
Zayn:Oh, icicle. If you think that qualifies as sexting, there’s a lot I have to teach you. Prepare for some real sexting comingyour way later today. Because I’m so considerate, I’ll wait until after our Apex Magic class so you’re not distracted and all worked up.
Winter:Jeez, fireball.
Vax:You don’t need to plead through texts, Zayn. Any time you want a firm hand on your weeping cock, just ask.
Zayn:Seriously? It was Win, not me.
Winter:LMAO. He’s already got you pegged, Z.
Zayn:Motherfucking bullshit this is.
Vax:Come to breakfast. Winter, I picked you up some oatmeal. Anything else? Zayn, Evira has your honeyed churros. With you clearly worked up, I’ll get your Chamomile tea as well.
Zayn:Worked up? It’s not me.
Evira:He’s just messing with you, hellion. Kisses.
Zayn:Messing? Really?
Vax:Can I not amuse once in a while, smoldering beauty?
Zayn:You really had me going. Nice. And, yeah, I’m here for more of that from you. And your text kisses, Evira.
Winter:I’m loving it.
Zayn:Fuck you, Win.
Winter:There you go again begging for a cock rub.
Zayn:You motherfucking—I know what you’re doing.
Winter:LOL. Best stop stalling and get to breakfast.
