If that deep voice wasn't the deal breaker, it was the way his eyes of hooded lust appreciated me that sealed the deal as I threw away every strand of logic. I brought him down for another fierce kiss.
He lightly chuckled against my lips before he moaned at the way I moved my hips up to prompt him to do what I was positive he'd predicted.
"Impatient," he muttered, but we were back to making out while his hand slipped into my boxers to retrieve my cock. The way I shivered at the feel of his hand wrapping around my length made it hard not to just cum already.
He broke the kiss we were sharing to move his lips down my neck, leaving kisses across my feverish flesh as his tongue licked the designated spot before he swiftly sucked it then moved further down to the next spot.
His wrapped fingers began to glide up and down my hardened length, leaving me to moan in relief as he began to work his magic. It felt like I hadn't had a hand job before, and though I obviously had with Brianne, it felt so different - from how his hand held a roughness to it to how his movements were rugged in a good way.
The added chill of his hand emphasized the warmth of my cock as he began to move faster. I knew my restraint wasn't going to last any longer as my panting exhales grew, while he moved even faster like he fully sensed my closeness.
"Kaito," I grunted as my body grew rigid. I bit my teeth to muffle my long moan that ended up escaping my lips when Kaito sucked on my neck swiftly before sinking his teeth just slightly into my flesh, which shot me right into my release.
"Fuck," I cursed as cum shot out and down my cock and onto his hand. I had to catch my breath, feeling fucking amazing as I rode every damn second of my ecstatic high.
Kaito moved from the nape of my neck to give me one more solid kiss before he released me. "We need to do that again," he voiced, his face completely red as if he now realized what we'd done. "And I'm so going to be late."
"Oops," I voiced and lightly chuckled. "Told you."
"I'll figure a way out of it." He smiled in return before we shared a simple staring moment while we caught our breaths.
"We should do that more often," I quietly confessed as if I didn't want the world to hear.
Didn't want the Universe to listen and acknowledge just how much I need these little moments of relief.
"I agree," he replied. "I gotta go wash up. I'm leaving," he announced, but moved in to kiss me. "You know if you're lonely, you can say so, right?"
His words made the vulnerability I'd fought hard to hide seep into my expression. He sighed and pressed his forehead against mine. "I know you’re busy with the festival, but you know my bed is always there for you when you're lonely, silly."
"What if Brianne's in it?" I joked.
"And that should stop you because?"
My cheeks grew red at his counter response. He rewarded me with a smile as he plopped a final kiss on my nose. “Regardless who's in my bed, you’re welcome there," he replied and added, "Correction. Whoever is in our Notorious group, that is."
With a wink, he was headed out the door and closing it behind him, and I was left to stare at my length that was still out of my pants, noticing the way it twitched at my obvious observation.
"Why do I feel as though our relationship is going to skyrocket after graduation?"
All I can do is prepare for the rollercoaster I dream will come faster.
19
Pastel Dreams And Supportive Reality
~BRIANNE~
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"MewMew!" Elsa stopped at the door before she turned back to look at me with a happy expression on her furry face. Her tail was moving happily before she stretched and sat down to begin grooming her little paws.
"Good work, Elsa," I praised my familiar as I came to a stop before her. Crouching down, I stroked her head and body before scooping her up. "You can go to sleep now."
"MewMew!" she replied happily before rubbing my face with her head. With a hop from my hand to my shoulder, she cozied up against my neck before her body faded away.
My smile continued to grace my lips as I stared at my shoulder where Elsa was moments ago. I was still thinking over what she'd just done to that girl minutes earlier. I didn't even know her name, which wasn't my fault, seeing as she never introduced herself.
There had to be a reason for Elsa's random "sneeze", but I could also be overanalyzing things and being paranoid. I'd talk to Miya and Mia about it later tonight. A simple text and they would either know who this chick was or find out in a good ten minutes with their curious duo minds.
Deciding to knock lightly on the door, I opened it up slightly to see if Finnick was inside or if the place was empty. It was easy to find my attractive artist - his body was right in the center of the room that was clearly organized to accommodate big art classes.
The desks weren't in rows but were spread out around the room like a large circle and the walls had stacks of chairs. The center was reserved to be the true "eye-catcher" of the circular space, as a platform stood in the middle. That was where Finnick was sitting on a stool with various paints out and a blank canvas staring back at him.
I quietly entered and closed the door just as silently as possible, my focus returning to the middle of the room as I admired Finnick's back.
Seeing as he hadn't responded to my arrival yet, I could only assume he was in his own world of creation - his mind wandering through the realms of artistic inspiration. I didn't want to interrupt his focus, so I quietly walked to the larger desk that would assumingly be the professor’s spot, due to the large rectanglular desk.
Hoisting myself to sit, I watched him stare at the blank canvas while the quiet thrumming hum of music tickled my ears. That would now be the reason why he didn't hear my entrance, but I knew Finnick was more observant when he was alone.
He wouldn't let just anyone walk into his space, which left me confident in his silent acknowledgment that my presence didn't threaten him in the slightest.
Deciding to remain silent, I watched him as he seemed to take a few inhales as he leaned his head back, his eyes closed while he continued to breathe at a balanced pace.
It felt like some sort of exercise - one that I began to mimic because it piqued my curiosity. I followed his paced inhales and exhales, my shoulders moving up and down while I left my eyes closed to experience the full moment for myself.
I couldn't help wondering about the possibilities of what Finnick would potentially draw. It wasn’t like we had anything to do here afterward, so we could literally spend as much time here as he needed to make some progress.
Adding the fact that I'd have to wait for Professor Phoenix, there was definitely time to spare. Obviously, this wasn't the piece he was working on for the festival, but it could have been a part of some grand scheme of sorts.
Sometimes I wondered what went through his imaginative brain. What array of colors processed while his mind filtered a plethora of images, inspirations, and memories?
I tried to even imagine him painting with colors of teal and pink. How he'd make the colors flow across the canvas so flawlessly while hiding an image that would form near the very end of completion.