Bryle hadn't meant for this to happen. Well, he hadn't meant for it to happen here. But both he and Vergon were too caught up in the moment to take their current activities anywhere else. It was really a sight to see. Clothes discarded all over the ground, Vergon's shirt underneath Bryle, their bodies moved together as Vergon thrust into him in rhythmic motions.
Bryle's nails left red marks on Vergon's back as he attempted to hold on to him, wanting to feel more of him. All of him. While Bryle was moaning out, maybe in pain and pleasure, all he could hear was Vergon's low grunts and panting on his ear. The heat from his breath causing Bryle to feel even more sensitive than he already was.
"Yes, my mate," Vergon whispered before kissing Bryle's neck, "Do you know your mate's name? Louder!"
Bryle couldn't answer but in exchange, he wrapped his legs tighter around Vergon's hips, pulling him closer to him as he moaned over and over again, each one louder than the last. Vergon let out a breathless huff of air.
He lifted his head from Bryle's neck to look at him. Bringing Vergon's hands to his hips, he began thrusting harder as he closed his eyes in pleasure. The sound of birds chirping was what broke Vergon out of his lust-clouded mind. Opening his eyes slightly, he finally took in their surroundings. Looking up at the tree in front of them, he let out a small laugh before looking back down at Bryle.
"W-What's so funny?" Bryle asked him softly. Vergon just shook his head as he brought Bryle's hips to his again, this time slower. He watched as Bryle arched his back off the ground and moaned for him to go faster.
"Please," Vergon moaned out before continuing, "Why can't I control my sex drive?"
Opening Bryle's eyes, he looked at him for a moment, to the tree, then back to Vergon. "Well," Vergon began, "Someone was too impatient to wait." Vergon scoffed as he leaned over Bryle, bringing his lips down to his chest before sucking on his skin. He was purposefully leaving marks on Bryle, and that thought made him even more turned on than he already was.
"If I remember correctly, it was you who couldn't control his sex drive," Bryle talked back.
He lifted his head to look at Bryle briefly. "I mean, with the way you smelled like, how did you expect me not to put my hands on you?" Vergon asked as he ran his right hand down to Bryle's lower back before using his fingers on him, rubbing gently while being pounded but with just enough pressure to drive Bryle crazy.
Bryle just moaned, "Yeah," as a response. The growing heat in between his legs along with Vergon's fast thrusting was what made him reached his climax. The face and noises Bryle was making were what brought Vergon to him, and also to his scent. A string of mumbled cursing came from the olive-haired man as he panted, his thrusts slowing before finally coming to a stop.
Before Bryle had a chance to open his eyes, he felt Vergon flopped himself onto him as he brought a hand up to his face. For a moment there, Bryle felt soft kisses being pressed to his bare shoulder in between each word Vergon spoke. "My. Mate. I. Love. You. So. Much." His words were mumbled and quiet, but Bryle could still hear them.
Taking in a deep breath to calm Bryle's breathing, he placed a kiss on the top of Vergon's head, "I love you too."
Vergon lifted up his head, "So," He said. "Our second time was behind a tree, huh?" Vergon smirked as a smile grew on Bryle's flushed face. After then, Bryle slapped his shoulder playfully before letting out an embarrassed, "Shut up!"
It wasn't the end. It didn't end that way because once and for all, Vergon's lust was still there.
Vergon pressed his lips onto Bryle's small and wet lips, kissing him gently and tasting the sweet with bitterness saliva. Then gradually, from just one soft kiss, the surge of intensity rushed through Bryle's body. His hands made their way to his waist, kissing him harder that Bryle fell on the skimming grass on the ground.
His lips were as soft as the petals of a rose, enough to become so addicting that Bryle craved for more. All he could think of at the moment was him, and only that man— on this vast field of soft grasses and the flowing pond nearby, the two of them become one once again. Bryle clings onto Vergon like he was the only solid thing in Bryle's hazy, drunk world, robbing him of breath every second.
His tongue slipped into Bryle's mouth, gentle but demanding, where his body instantly dissolved into Vergon's. His presence alone felt wonderful to feel on top of Bryle's body. It drove him completely crazy— crazy enough to moan and gasp for air in between their kisses.
"May I go down on you again?" Vergon whispered in Bryle's ear.
His heart thumped at the question. Deep down, he wanted him. Bryle was aching for him. He let out a "Yes" along with a shy nod, lifting the seam of his shirt up for him. Bryle could feel Vergon kissed his nipples, then trailed his lips slowly to his stomach. The anticipation swirled in Bryle's body when he got between his thighs again.
The moment his tongue coated Bryle's erect, he shuddered. He threw his head back and stared at the sky, sighing as Vergon swirled his tongue among Bryle's cock. His skillful tongue paced in rhythm, where Bryle's helpless legs twined around this man's head. Moans escaped out of Bryle's mouth from the mind-blowing sensation.
He began to buck Bryle's hips and tighten his thighs. Vergon forcefully spread his mate's legs farther apart, glancing up at him with a smirk. "Don't close them yet, sweetheart. I want to see you cum on my mouth."
Bryle could feel Vergon's strength increasing as he continued to stroke his cock in his mouth, in and out, melting his resistance. Bryle had no choice but to grip onto the grass and ball his fists. Vergon drove his mouth deeper, loving the glorious sounds that came out in Bryle's mouth.
At that moment, Bryle was brought to the brink of his climax. He could feel his legs began to stiffen around him, allowing Vergon to slow down to look up at Bryle. His face was glowing as he panted for air.
Vergon stopped and held Bryle's waist, turning him over to the side where he faced the classroom building. His hands slithered underneath Bryle's knee, propping it up for access as he slowly slid his cock in his entrance for the second time.
Bryle felt Vergon hold onto his manly breasts, breathing heavily on his neck as he thrust even harder. His back arched from the sensation of his cock, shutting his eyes as whimpers and screams escaped his lips. He kissed Bryle's cheek, his neck, and the back of his shoulders as his pace increased.
"You look so cute getting fucked like this," Vergon said, making Bryle's cheeks flushed red.
Profanities spewed from Bryle's mouth as he grabbed on the grass. His body reacted with the affection that Vergon gave, caressing and absorbing every part of him that fulfilled Bryle. The soft “I love you's, the mixture between tender and rough that sent Bryle over the edge, and the whining that falls from his lips as he thrust.
A few moments later after switching positions, the cascade of the sun brought Bryle's naked body into Vergon's full view, mesmerizing him. Bryle straddled on top of him, throwing his head back as he rocked his own hips on his cock. The vivid sunlight moored on Bryle's skin, making him looked heavenly in his eyes. Bryle was Vergon's angel---mate, after all.
Then Vergon hovered above Bryle, pumping into his ass with full hard thrusts. Every sensitive point on Bryle's body sparked with pleasure, drawing to another orgasm. Vergon kissed Bryle's ear, remembering how he whispered sweet nothings the whole time that sent tingles down Bryle's spine.
And in that final moment, where Bryle's body began to grow exhausted, Vergon spurted his cum inside Bryle's. His thighs quivered along with his body as he slowly pulled out his cock from Bryle's hole. His warm fluids draped around Bryle's cock, slicked and moist like his upper body.
Of course, all of that imagination was just Vergon's illusion.
He felt embarrassed and flustered after imagining that in front of his mate. So as a result, he ran away from embarrassment. He ran away as far as he could, enough to be not seen by anyone. He hid behind the walls after running.
"It couldn't be helped since I-I was drawn by his scent." He slapped his own face to get back to reality. He couldn't believe he thought of that matured stuff in front of his mate. He had no shame. He's such an idiot.
Meanwhile, in Bryle's situation, he couldn't move on his spot since he had no idea what to do. To think that he, again, accidentally met the guy who made him feel that way makes him feeling unwanted ever since the time he got rejected by him. But for Bryle, maybe he had no feelings left enough for that guy since the way they saw each other again had no impact on him anymore.
"Bryle!" shouted his classmate, Dominic, who slid the window open from the second floor just to call him. "Leloux is already here!" he then again, shouted.
After a while, Bryle looked back in the direction where that guy ran off to and thought, "Let's not bump into each other again, dear stranger."
A few seconds had passed, he looked at Dominic and nodded. "Yes! I'll be there!"
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