The secrets you keep

[fallenstar]

It had been a long day of classes and studying and preparations for final exams that were coming up over the next few weeks. Winter break was in the air and it was both exciting and stressful for students on the NYU campus. Thanks to his studies and preparations, as a matter of fact, he hadn't seen much of his partner all day. It was frustrating. But now he was on his way over to Albert's office where he knew the German would be settling in soon for his office hours.

Jet should probably leave him alone...but he'd gotten a thought into his head earlier in the day and he didn't want to wait to execute it.

The lanky teen was outside Albert's door in five minutes and the only reason he didn't barge in was the voice of a girl on the other side of the door. She was asking some question about some topic Albert had covered a few weeks ago, one that made Jet roll his eyes and tempt him to open the door and answer for her. It wasn't that hard. But he waited and Albert explained perfectly in that patient way he does, resulting in the girl thanking him and leaving the office.

Jet couldn't help but notice her cheeks were stained red as she left. A coil of possessive jealousy snaked itself in his chest, but he tried not to let it show as he walked into the office himself and shut the door. His backpack got slung in a corner as he folded himself onto the chair opposite the older man. his older man.

"She just asked that to have an excuse to come see you 'cause she's crushing on you hard." He was definitely trying his best to make it sound flippant.

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Jet rides out the buck of his dom's hips expertly and clicks the button on the vibrator to kick it up a notch. He would take care of his dom in the same way the older man took care of him, but that didn't mean he had to be coddling about it.

The movements of his hips are sharp and deep and send jolts through his own body on the occasions those thrusts send his lover's tip crashing into just the right place, but he doesn't let up with the vibrator. It moves as well, in and out and pressed up into his partner to get as deep as he can.

One of those jolts that shake his spine gives him an idea and he flicks the setting up even higher before pressing the toy as deep into his dom's body as he could.

Albert couldn't get off of stimulation like this on it's own, but it wasn't on it's own here and he hoped the feeling coupled with that thick cock sliding into Jet's body would be more than enough to pull more of those delightful sounds from the older man.

[copesetic]

The next yell is almost more of a scream for the unnatural register it hits. After it's clear that Albert is trying to keep himself quiet, all voiceless yells and puffs of breath. The vibrator is high and alternately too distant and far too deep, making him twitch and yelp and clutch at the air uselessly with his hands as Jet rides him, breaking him like a horse. He wonders, in that tiny part of his mind he can still inexplicably use for thought, if this is how he makes Jet feel. If the sensation of far too much and still not enough is everything the redhead experiences when Albert takes a go at him on those nights of cravings instead of teaching and care. Because he knows he can be carnal too, can use Jet like Jet is using him but it never feels like being used in that dirty, sullied way that people coin the term. If he's a tool for Jet's pleasure, he'll gladly be that so long as he's a successful one.

He pants hard, gasping between trusts of the vibrator and rolls of Jet's body as his sub impales himself repeatedly on his throbbing length with wild abandon, over and over and Albert's got a clear view of Jet's cheeks spreading and relaxing with each movement and over and over he can't take his eyes from the mesmerizing display save to squeeze them shut every so often to fight a wave that threatens to send him crashing into the cliffs he's not yet ready to meet.

But it's too overwhelming, the sensations and visuals too concentrated and hectic and all at once and unless Jet slows down he feels he's going to burst, let alone finish.

"J-Jettt..." He hisses the last consonant, pushing it through his teeth because if he opens his mouth any wider for long he's afraid he'll scream again. It's a keening word, a plea or a question or a command, or all of the above for how little Albert can think of the inflection he's put on the name.