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Of course Ross just had to turn on the heat by saying and doing things he knew would really get to Smiff. The taller man should’ve known better, though, than to provoke Ross and blame him for something that wasn’t his fault, however jokingly. But if he was being honest, getting Ross to tease and turn him on even more was what he wanted all along, subconsciously or not. When Ross let go of him completely, Smiff rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to complain, but was immediately cut off by the kiss. He groaned lowly into his boyfriend’s mouth, his hands running up the man’s back as he let himself get lost in the moment. “Don’t you dare,” Smiff replied breathlessly when they parted, swallowing as he watched Ross take him in hand again. His hands immediately dropped back down to grasp the bedsheets once again, and his breath hitched as Ross’ thumb pressed to his lips. Ross had to know exactly what he was doing here, and it was working. “Just make me feel good.” Smiff gazed up at his boyfriend with semi-lidded eyes, not looking away as he opened his mouth just enough for his boyfriend’s thumb to slip inside - not only because he had a bit of an oral fixation and enjoyed it, but also because he thought it might help him keep himself quieter.
A small lump formed in the back of Ross’ throat the moment that his thumb had slipped past Smiff’s lips. Giving Smiff a little something to keep himself quiet had been his intention, although selfishly, he’d always had a thing for pushing his fingers into the man’s mouth; so much so that just the visual of his boyfriend’s lips wrapping around his digit nearly left him exhaling a groan. Biting his lip to silence himself, Ross looked down to watch the way his hand twisted up Smiff’s length and tried his best to keep a consistent rhythm to his strokes. “You are so fucking hot,” he muttered almost breathlessly and he slowly withdrew his thumb from between Smiff’s lips so that he could brush the back of his fingers gently across the man’s cheek, then down the side of his neck. “And there are so many things that I could do to make you feel good. Letting me choose is almost... dangerous.” Ross certainly had a few ideas, however most of them weren’t anything they should do in the dorms, so at least that helped to narrow down his options. After a long moment of rubbing Smiff’s inner thigh with his free hand, he started to move further up until he was gently pressing the pad of his index finger against the man’s entrance. He didn’t push in; he merely massaged him gently with the tip of his finger as his other hand moved fluidly up and down his boyfriend’s shaft. His eyes too had flicked up to study Smiff’s face intently so that he didn’t miss his reaction.









