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[ how relentless. it's not like he's a virgin and doesn't expect this from anyone when he's on the receiving end of it; but being on the other end always subjects you to a partner's earnest efforts in providing pleasure, and angelo forgets to breathe, for a moment, holding in air as he watches him suck his cock before realizing he's held his breath and letting out a low exhale as he does. it feels good, of course. and jeremiah sounds absolutely seductive the way he teases him about it, and angelo falls for it as well. his body shudders against the door, trying to control himself.
the door creaks beneath his weight when jeremiah sucks off his head, and angelo is mindful of not thrusting in too much into his mouth, just because he recognizes that he's doing work and he doesn't really want to rush him. but even he can only stay so stoic for so long. all of that is written in the red dusting his cheeks, anyway. and how warm he feels in this bathroom, confined in a stall. ]
[He may talk with a tease, but he doesn't keep it up in his movements, closing his eyes and paying attention just to how it feels. Life and all its twists and turns kept him too occupied in recent years to do much... pursuing. Jeremiah hasn't held another man this way in a while. Perhaps too long, from how good it feels just to throw himself into it.
Bobbing a little slower, he sinks until the tip nudges the back of his tongue, humming out softly before drawing back. His cheeks only get warmer the longer he goes, too prone for it when he's got another man's cock in his mouth. It's not a filthy act in of itself, even though his younger, arbitrarily-principled self took far too long to get even cozy with it for that reason. Sucking Angelo off here specifically though, in a bathroom stall, counts enough to rile his brain from that same angle.
Tugging his pants and underwear further down his thighs, Jeremiah's hands fit to his hips before roaming behind, squeezing at the curve of his bared ass. It's still a temptation, if he's honest, but he's not committed to it yet.]
[ he's only too human at the worst of it, and angelo responds to such ministrations readily enough that he sinks into pleasure and gives in. he closes his eyes and bites his lower lip, makes a show of how much he approves of his mouth -- so warm and indulging around his cock, and angelo pants and carefully fucks into that hold, moaning softly in the stall, not particularly caring if someone hears them, only that it gets done, only that it feels good.
pliant, and subjected to his desires which angelo can barely control to begin with, he looks softer in ways he doesn't usually look. he tosses his head back against the wooden door of the stall. ]
Ah, mmm .... good .... more, you can give me more ....
[The nudge of Angelo's hips gets him looking back up, and he's not disappointed by what he sees. Shifting his hand slightly as a buffer, Jeremiah takes his suggestion to heart, working faster, mouth sealed tighter around him. It's a lovely contrast indeed, seeing his face ease up from its sternness, the gentler timbre to his voice when laced with pleasure.
Jeremiah's hands fit well over his hips, the swell of his butt, and while his seeking fingertips may be able to reach inward easily, he doesn't push further. He's enjoying himself, just as he'd enjoyed the hot slide of Angelo around him in turn, even if the itch for more sits in the back of his mind. Sliding his touch further down, his palms move to the backs of his thighs instead, giving a greedy squeeze when he finds a good spot. Slim but not skinny, with the soft give of muscle, his skin satiny and hairless. Tempting enough that if he didn't have a mouthful of cock, he might have snuck in a nibble. Or three.]
[ too warm. he feels too warm in his hold and the way jeremiah touches him, he's incredibly greedy and wants more. he moans out loud when he feels the drag of lip on skin, teasing with the soft nibbles that he gives him, angelo giving in and having his hand move through thick hair and grasping firmly as he fucks his mouth, trying very much not to lose control or else he'll be sliding himself all the way to the back of his throat.
it feels wonderful. angelo pants through his desire as he enjoys him, enjoys the way jeremiah seems to take his time, licking his lips as he continues to bring him close to an orgasm. the way he's moving, it won't be too long, and angelo catches his lower lip between his teeth, moaning. ] I'm going to -- come in your mouth -- if you don't stop --
[From the look in his eye, Jeremiah doesn't think it's terrible at all, but he's always been a sucker for the power of suggestion. Then again he's got at least the starts of another idea, if it ends up appealing to the both of them. The obscene noises finally stop when he slides his mouth off, slick-sounding and enough to avert his gaze for a flushed moment. Licking the excess spit from his lips, Jeremiah looks back up, his own breathing swift as he allows himself a smirk, feeling just a little salacious for it.]
Not yet.
[Curling around, one of Jeremiah's hands presses flush to the inside of Angelo's thigh, his skin hot and impossibly soft under his palm. Beneath, he can feel the taut give of muscle, and squeezes down a bit out of an inevitable greed. If only he had a slightly more active imagination, the solution would occur to him.]
I'd like to do more, but would prefer somewhere more comfortable. [And with the proper supplies, though Jeremiah has yet to discover how easily those things can simply appear if one simply looks enough places. Nowhere is he hinting that they should take the time to excuse themselves, either. Even neglected, Jeremiah's still too hard to go anywhere without finishing what they've started.] For now...
[For now, he'd still like a way they could come together, so he pushes himself to his feet, back to towering over the younger man and realizing that aligning their heights to stroke their dicks together might be harder than he'd imagined. Help him out?]
But if you want to get off, too, either use your hand for both of us or fuck my thighs and ... be creative.
[ that seems like an easy choice, doesn't it? he can turn around and jeremiah can fuck him like he's actually going inside of him and angelo can still pleasure himself, either way. ]
[An easy choice, indeed. It's a new one for Jeremiah—in practice not in concept, god, he wasn't born yesterday—but the look of intrigue and reddened cheeks says plenty. Hard not to, reaching out and sliding his touch over his leg, up the pale curve of his rump. The columns of his thighs are their own kind of tempting, the longer Jeremiah eyes them.]
We could try that.
[They're going to try, his mind already looks made up on that. On his feet like this, he needs to widen his stance yet, pressing briefly against the younger man to feel it out, how they fit together. Up close again, Jeremiah dips down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, still as fond of those little touches, hands to Angelo's hips. Like this, his cock simply rests against the bare cleft of his ass, coming back to full hardness. An idea to come back to later, should they meet like this again. For now, Jeremiah wets his hand, pulling back to slick his cock up that extra bit, working himself for a few strokes before looking down.
It looks just as suggestive, the backs of Angelo's thighs hot where he aligns the tip, then slides between the press of soft skin until their hips sit flush. Odd-feeling but pleasant, warm where he's nestled between Angelo's legs, just underneath his balls. The rest of their bodies align surprisingly comfortably even with their differences in height, pulling himself close and drawing a soft sigh from his lips.
Never let him claim not to default to being an affectionate lover, even under casual circumstances.]
[ he does turn, for him, angelo no stranger to being in such a pose anyway. he arches his back against jeremiah's so he can grind against him as he sits flush against his back, that warmth enticing as angelo pushes against the door and makes his thighs tight around his cock.
a pity he's so much taller. but these circumstances are good enough and the promise of another encounter later on is also enticing. angelo loves the feel of his cock, biting his lower lip as his body feels all too warm beneath him. ]
[Jeremiah hums, thrusting a little harder as Angelo presses around him, held in place enough for him to move more. He hadn't had expectations on how it would feel aside from different, but the plushness of his thighs, the silky drag of skin are nice. Aligning their bodies tight feels good too, the impact of his hips against his bared ass rocking them both.]
You flatter me. [He thinks, anyway, but it's why it comes out with a humorous curl to his voice.] Mmm, afraid I'm just not the same degree of creative. This is good, though.
[Huffing into the softness of Angelo's silvery hair, his hand trails over his hip to slide between his legs, thumb hooking over the other man's cock at the base, fingers dipping between to seek his own. His length doesn't reach far enough to stroke together, of course, so he gathers up some of the slickness and draws back over Angelo's balls, circling his cock and stroking leisurely, light.]
[ angelo pants against his body, his hands keeping him still against his crotch as he tightens his thighs around his cock and strains against his position on the door. he ruts against jeremiah, letting him work him up to his orgasm, slowly building as angelo shudders underneath his hold. ]
And ... I most certainly ... don't mind you practicing on me often.
[ a pretty face deserves a nice reward, after all. ]
[It fits. Experience remained the most likely possibility. Angelo molds so well to him, keeps finding a pathway to make both of them feel good no matter how they fit together. An attentive lover: another thing about him he can't help but like.]
Often, mm? That's quite an offer.
[Jeremiah says it playfully, but the interest is unmistakable. It's been a while since he heard someone else enter, so he's minding his volume and little else. His cock sits comfortably in the grip of his muscles, the press of his groin and thighs so damn hot around him, drawing arousal tight in his core. Answering with a firmer grip, he strokes Angelo harder, feeling down the length of him and swiping over the tip, smearing precum under the pad of his finger.]
I'll think I'll be taking you up on it. [However many times over, seeing how it goes, though Jeremiah can already guess, nosing into the younger man's hair and speeding up his thrusts, his hand. There's no point in playing coy with his actions, too.]
[ angelo licks his lips, lets himself get lost in the sensation as jeremiah jerks him off, panting against the door, his body arching and rutting against him. it's dedicated effort that he can't ignore, and his body craves contact, some form of release; he's not going to withstand it for long.
a pity he can't kiss him. but angelo comes, not too long after; a sharp gasp against his hand, making a mess down his thighs and against the door as he eagerly grinds and fucks into his hold. ]
[Jeremiah's intrigue hits him hard at times, occasionally more than can be for his own good. He doubts it's so in this case, so chase it he will. It's easy to lose perspective on how long they've been in here, Angelo's orgasm only a slight surprise to him as it slicks his hand, trickles down hot where he's trapped between those thighs. He doesn't last much longer, either, reaching a harsher rhythm at the end, enough to rattle the door on its hinges, rocking Angelo with him and stifling his groans behind pursed lips. It leaves another layer of mess on the door, on the shorter man's pale skin, hopefully not too much on that uniform he'd tried to mind.
Not that that's in the forefront as he comes down, panting over his shoulder and drawing his arm around Angelo's middle, bare where his clothes hang open, just anchoring them for a minute. His softening cock slips free, and he finally spares a glance to the toilet paper on the wall, just barely out of reach.]
Mm. Shall I clean us up? [Because he's just raring to pull away, clearly.]
[ it's such a small space, and everything feels grimy in such close quarters. nothing to be done about it; it is a bathroom stall, after all.
that being said, the orgasm has him feeling like he's floating, still, trying to regain his bearings and catching his breath. not as sharp-tongued, there's a softness in him that's not normally there, so enjoy it while it lasts. ]
[He certainly is, considering he doesn't hop to business. Angelo still feels so nice pressed to him, pliant and warm. It's as close to snuggling as he can get, lips pressed to the silky roots of his hair, stroking over the firm planes of his stomach. If he seemed affectionate before, Jeremiah's even more so afterwards.]
I just don't want to stain your uniform. [As attractive as it is to peer down and see the insides of his thighs streaked with white, slowly trailing down his skin. Which Jeremiah most assuredly is.] Any more than it may already be, anyway.
[Whatever force in the universe dictated that both of their uniforms would have white pants wasn't preparing for eventualities like this.]
[Charm... he supposes there is something to that, isn't there? Even if he wouldn't have dared back home, as rigidly as he clings to privacy and discretion, there's a different precedent set here. Somehow walking out of here wearing incriminating evidence seems a little less awful.]
I certainly would be. We'll just plan it differently.
[Brushing a kiss over his hairline, Jeremiah finally leans away enough to reach over and start getting them cleaned up. At least once or twice before they leave the bathroom, he probably steals a kiss from Angelo's lips, too.]
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the door creaks beneath his weight when jeremiah sucks off his head, and angelo is mindful of not thrusting in too much into his mouth, just because he recognizes that he's doing work and he doesn't really want to rush him. but even he can only stay so stoic for so long. all of that is written in the red dusting his cheeks, anyway. and how warm he feels in this bathroom, confined in a stall. ]
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Bobbing a little slower, he sinks until the tip nudges the back of his tongue, humming out softly before drawing back. His cheeks only get warmer the longer he goes, too prone for it when he's got another man's cock in his mouth. It's not a filthy act in of itself, even though his younger, arbitrarily-principled self took far too long to get even cozy with it for that reason. Sucking Angelo off here specifically though, in a bathroom stall, counts enough to rile his brain from that same angle.
Tugging his pants and underwear further down his thighs, Jeremiah's hands fit to his hips before roaming behind, squeezing at the curve of his bared ass. It's still a temptation, if he's honest, but he's not committed to it yet.]
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pliant, and subjected to his desires which angelo can barely control to begin with, he looks softer in ways he doesn't usually look. he tosses his head back against the wooden door of the stall. ]
Ah, mmm .... good .... more, you can give me more ....
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Jeremiah's hands fit well over his hips, the swell of his butt, and while his seeking fingertips may be able to reach inward easily, he doesn't push further. He's enjoying himself, just as he'd enjoyed the hot slide of Angelo around him in turn, even if the itch for more sits in the back of his mind. Sliding his touch further down, his palms move to the backs of his thighs instead, giving a greedy squeeze when he finds a good spot. Slim but not skinny, with the soft give of muscle, his skin satiny and hairless. Tempting enough that if he didn't have a mouthful of cock, he might have snuck in a nibble. Or three.]
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[ too warm. he feels too warm in his hold and the way jeremiah touches him, he's incredibly greedy and wants more. he moans out loud when he feels the drag of lip on skin, teasing with the soft nibbles that he gives him, angelo giving in and having his hand move through thick hair and grasping firmly as he fucks his mouth, trying very much not to lose control or else he'll be sliding himself all the way to the back of his throat.
it feels wonderful. angelo pants through his desire as he enjoys him, enjoys the way jeremiah seems to take his time, licking his lips as he continues to bring him close to an orgasm. the way he's moving, it won't be too long, and angelo catches his lower lip between his teeth, moaning. ] I'm going to -- come in your mouth -- if you don't stop --
[ as if that's a terrible thing. ]
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Not yet.
[Curling around, one of Jeremiah's hands presses flush to the inside of Angelo's thigh, his skin hot and impossibly soft under his palm. Beneath, he can feel the taut give of muscle, and squeezes down a bit out of an inevitable greed. If only he had a slightly more active imagination, the solution would occur to him.]
I'd like to do more, but would prefer somewhere more comfortable. [And with the proper supplies, though Jeremiah has yet to discover how easily those things can simply appear if one simply looks enough places. Nowhere is he hinting that they should take the time to excuse themselves, either. Even neglected, Jeremiah's still too hard to go anywhere without finishing what they've started.] For now...
[For now, he'd still like a way they could come together, so he pushes himself to his feet, back to towering over the younger man and realizing that aligning their heights to stroke their dicks together might be harder than he'd imagined. Help him out?]
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But if you want to get off, too, either use your hand for both of us or fuck my thighs and ... be creative.
[ that seems like an easy choice, doesn't it? he can turn around and jeremiah can fuck him like he's actually going inside of him and angelo can still pleasure himself, either way. ]
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We could try that.
[They're going to try, his mind already looks made up on that. On his feet like this, he needs to widen his stance yet, pressing briefly against the younger man to feel it out, how they fit together. Up close again, Jeremiah dips down to press a kiss to the back of his neck, still as fond of those little touches, hands to Angelo's hips. Like this, his cock simply rests against the bare cleft of his ass, coming back to full hardness. An idea to come back to later, should they meet like this again. For now, Jeremiah wets his hand, pulling back to slick his cock up that extra bit, working himself for a few strokes before looking down.
It looks just as suggestive, the backs of Angelo's thighs hot where he aligns the tip, then slides between the press of soft skin until their hips sit flush. Odd-feeling but pleasant, warm where he's nestled between Angelo's legs, just underneath his balls. The rest of their bodies align surprisingly comfortably even with their differences in height, pulling himself close and drawing a soft sigh from his lips.
Never let him claim not to default to being an affectionate lover, even under casual circumstances.]
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[ he does turn, for him, angelo no stranger to being in such a pose anyway. he arches his back against jeremiah's so he can grind against him as he sits flush against his back, that warmth enticing as angelo pushes against the door and makes his thighs tight around his cock.
a pity he's so much taller. but these circumstances are good enough and the promise of another encounter later on is also enticing. angelo loves the feel of his cock, biting his lower lip as his body feels all too warm beneath him. ]
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You flatter me. [He thinks, anyway, but it's why it comes out with a humorous curl to his voice.] Mmm, afraid I'm just not the same degree of creative. This is good, though.
[Huffing into the softness of Angelo's silvery hair, his hand trails over his hip to slide between his legs, thumb hooking over the other man's cock at the base, fingers dipping between to seek his own. His length doesn't reach far enough to stroke together, of course, so he gathers up some of the slickness and draws back over Angelo's balls, circling his cock and stroking leisurely, light.]
Really good.
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[ angelo pants against his body, his hands keeping him still against his crotch as he tightens his thighs around his cock and strains against his position on the door. he ruts against jeremiah, letting him work him up to his orgasm, slowly building as angelo shudders underneath his hold. ]
And ... I most certainly ... don't mind you practicing on me often.
[ a pretty face deserves a nice reward, after all. ]
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Often, mm? That's quite an offer.
[Jeremiah says it playfully, but the interest is unmistakable. It's been a while since he heard someone else enter, so he's minding his volume and little else. His cock sits comfortably in the grip of his muscles, the press of his groin and thighs so damn hot around him, drawing arousal tight in his core. Answering with a firmer grip, he strokes Angelo harder, feeling down the length of him and swiping over the tip, smearing precum under the pad of his finger.]
I'll think I'll be taking you up on it. [However many times over, seeing how it goes, though Jeremiah can already guess, nosing into the younger man's hair and speeding up his thrusts, his hand. There's no point in playing coy with his actions, too.]
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[ angelo licks his lips, lets himself get lost in the sensation as jeremiah jerks him off, panting against the door, his body arching and rutting against him. it's dedicated effort that he can't ignore, and his body craves contact, some form of release; he's not going to withstand it for long.
a pity he can't kiss him. but angelo comes, not too long after; a sharp gasp against his hand, making a mess down his thighs and against the door as he eagerly grinds and fucks into his hold. ]
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[Jeremiah's intrigue hits him hard at times, occasionally more than can be for his own good. He doubts it's so in this case, so chase it he will. It's easy to lose perspective on how long they've been in here, Angelo's orgasm only a slight surprise to him as it slicks his hand, trickles down hot where he's trapped between those thighs. He doesn't last much longer, either, reaching a harsher rhythm at the end, enough to rattle the door on its hinges, rocking Angelo with him and stifling his groans behind pursed lips. It leaves another layer of mess on the door, on the shorter man's pale skin, hopefully not too much on that uniform he'd tried to mind.
Not that that's in the forefront as he comes down, panting over his shoulder and drawing his arm around Angelo's middle, bare where his clothes hang open, just anchoring them for a minute. His softening cock slips free, and he finally spares a glance to the toilet paper on the wall, just barely out of reach.]
Mm. Shall I clean us up? [Because he's just raring to pull away, clearly.]
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[ it's such a small space, and everything feels grimy in such close quarters. nothing to be done about it; it is a bathroom stall, after all.
that being said, the orgasm has him feeling like he's floating, still, trying to regain his bearings and catching his breath. not as sharp-tongued, there's a softness in him that's not normally there, so enjoy it while it lasts. ]
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I just don't want to stain your uniform. [As attractive as it is to peer down and see the insides of his thighs streaked with white, slowly trailing down his skin. Which Jeremiah most assuredly is.] Any more than it may already be, anyway.
[Whatever force in the universe dictated that both of their uniforms would have white pants wasn't preparing for eventualities like this.]
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[ it has been, at least, a very good night. ]
.... I would not mind a repeat, if you're interested. [ a wry smile. ] Though perhaps in something better than a stall.
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I certainly would be. We'll just plan it differently.
[Brushing a kiss over his hairline, Jeremiah finally leans away enough to reach over and start getting them cleaned up. At least once or twice before they leave the bathroom, he probably steals a kiss from Angelo's lips, too.]