riley scoffed under his breath and shook his head. “august didn’t teach me anything. i’ve barely kissed him. i’m still innocent–” he groaned, watching ethan’s jaw clench with wide, blown-out eyes. “i’m still innocent. but i’m waiting for you to wreck me.” it was hard to talk without little mewls of pleasure escaping, and eventually riley just gave over to it, letting soft noises out on breaths every time ethan rolled up against him. he was hard already, but who could blame him? riley dropped his hands down to tug at the hem of ethan’s shirt, pulling it up to his armpits before giving an experimental flick of his finger across the other’s nipple. his other hand gripped ethan’s side, fingernails digging into the skin as the brunette’s hands explored his body, and he let out an involuntary “oh, fuck me.”
Ethan’s brows rose with interest, tilting his head. “Then where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that?” he asked curiously. His eyes narrowed at Riley’s words, a thrill shooting down his spine, straight to his cock. “You won’t be innocent for long,” he grunted, his eyes darting between Riley’s, dark with lust. The soft sounds he made only served to spur Ethan on further, increasing the rhythm of his hips, soft grunts making their way past his lips at the friction. Ethan raised his arms as his shirt was tugged up, allowing easier access for Riley, his chest twitching under the attention to his nipple. “Shit,” he exhaled, swallowing roughly. He’d always been sensitive, the smallest of touches making him arch and shiver. “Holy fuck, Riley,” he moaned, arching under his nails, biting at his lower lip. He let out a breathy laugh, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Not yet,” he whispered, shaking his head. He used his grip on Riley’s waist to lift him, flipping them so Riley was flat against the bed, Ethan hovering over him. “I’m going to do everything else to you first. It’ll be a while before I fuck you. But trust me baby, I will make all of this worth your while.”