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Lysandre sat between Augustine’s legs and leanedhis back against the professor’s chest. Augustine noted that he was only wearing boxers and a black turtleneck, or as his mind comprehended it, nopantsnopantsnopants. With slightly mischievous thoughts on his mind, he curled his arms around Lysandre in a loose embrace, hands settling on his hips.
“So, do you remember what we, ah, discussed last night?”
The answer came way quicker than he had expected, almost instantaneously: “Yes.”
“Was that how you really –“ Augustine shook his head, “Do you still feel the same way?”
“I did not lie to you.”
He was about to ask something more, but Lysandre opened his mouth first:
“Augustine, do you –“
He paused and an expression passed over his face, too quick for Augustine to catch its meaning, and then it was gone.
“Do you remember what happened?”
How could he not, with all the aching red marks across his neck and shoulders. Augustine pressed his face close to Lysandre’s head, sinking his face into the thick red hair, and answered, voice hoarse: “You fucked me senseless with your big cock.”
“Did you… Enjoy it?” There was a rare hint of uncertainty in Lysandre’s voice.
“Immensely.”
He whispered the words into Lysandre’s ear and could feel the man shiver against him. With some newfound courage, Augustine slid his hands underneath Lysandre’s shirt, gently stroking the warm skin just above the waistband of his boxers. With each stroke of his fingers the other man made a sound somewhere deep in his throat and sounded weirdly similar to a purring cat. Well, perhaps it was understandable since the man himself looked like a huge domesticated pyroar.
As his hands continued their tentative touches, Augustine could feel his own excitement pooling in his stomach and Lysandre wasn’t making an attempt to hide his hardening cock, either. They were both evidently excited, and the night before concerned, they both wanted it, too.
His hands travelled downwards, gently tracing the growing bulge in Lysandre’s underwear.
“Lysandre…”
The man let out a sound that was probably a muffled moan, but Augustine couldn’t be quite sure if he had reacted to his name being called or to the hand on his cock. So, he continued, voice innocent but lightly palming the erection through all the while:
“Lysandre, is this alright? Do you want me to – “
“Please.”
For the briefest of moments Augustine was afraid that the words meant please stop, because the tone had been so sharp, but the fear was gone quickly as Lysandre arched his hips to the touch and leaned more of his weight against Augustine.
More drunk on his want than he had been on wine the previous night, Augustine let all his filthy thoughts come pouring out of his mouth:
“I can still feel your mouth on my cock, your lips looked so pretty around me, oh Lysandre, you were so good – “
Lysandre shuddered at every word of praise and small whines were escaping his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to repress them. It was amazing to see the man who normally was so calm and collected be a slave to pleasure. Augustine felt like he was being uncharacteristically shameless, but somehow, he didn’t care. Lysandre was coming undone beneath his fingers and if it took his shame to make the man like that, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
As much as Augustine enjoyed giving pleasure, his own dick was achingly hard and desperate for attention. Lysandre leaning against him was giving him some much-wanted friction, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. Experimentally, he grinded his hips against Lysandre’s back. Slowly at first, but as the pleasure took over him, the pace increased, and he kept a rhythm to his movements, thrusting his hips and pumping Lysandre’s dick with his hand. The boxers were slick and wet beneath his fingers and Augustine got some weird satisfaction from the fact that it was because of him Lysandre was like this.
“Look at you Lysandre, you called me desperate last night but look who’s leaking from only a few touches …”
While he was still talking, he let his fingers slip under the waistband into the warm and wet goodness that was Lysandre’s cock. The other man gasped loudly at the sudden skin-to-skin-contact, too far gone to hold his voice back.
“Turn…”
“Huh?”
“Turn around… Let me look at you…”
Lysandre leaned back, laying on his back and Augustine climbed onto his lap so he was sitting on Lysandre’s crotch, the other’s dick rubbing against his ass. He reached to undo the top buttons of his shirt and Lysandre watched intently as more skin came into view. With his chest exposed and the tent in his pants even more obvious than before, Augustine licked his lips and asked:
“Like what you see, hm?”