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kahar let out a few choked moans, his mouth left agape from taking all the pleasure in at once. he felt fakhri’s long and slender fingers jammed into his velvet walls, hitting his sweet spot mercilessly. kahar cried out as he felt his stomach knot, aching.
he desperately wanted to cum.
the sensation was too much for the poor guy to handle.
fakhri bit the nape of his neck and snaked his hand down to the latter’s leaking cock, making him hitched due to the contact. the younger fastened the movement along the shaft and twirled his index finger around the tip. the elder gasped and cried out again; this time, the pace was almost unrealistic.
the fingers inside his hole won’t stop jabbing at the spot. kahar was practically begging for release. he tried squirming under the younger’s grip to get away but failed to do so; his body was way too sensitive to even lift a finger. every single touch to ever land on his figure made kahar see stars.
salty tears began falling down the elder’s cheek, eyes rolling back not being able to contain him. his moans became incoherent, kahar couldn’t stop spewing nonsense. he gripped the sheets of his bed tighter, turning his knuckles white. each thrust of fakhri’s fingers made him jolt forward, sending immense shivers down his spine.
“fakh–fakhri,” he stuttered, saliva dripping from his lips as he rested his head on the pillows. kahar stopped resisting and let the younger take matters into his own hands. his flushed face turned to the younger, mouth itching for a kiss. fakhri bent down and pushed his fingers in deeper, making fun of the helpless senior underneath him.
“jangan harap.”
kahar cried out again, this time he was sure of release. he buried his face in the pillow and let his tears out, soaking the covers wet. fakhri let go of the elder’s cock and went to grip his waist, pulling kahar closer to him. without warning, he spread the latter’s thighs apart, fingers now rimming around his pink entrance, trying to push the elder to the edge.
“sial—” kahar cursed and felt a lump forming in his throat, making him unable to finish his sentence. fakhri let out a low chuckle, fingers still lingering around the latter’s rim. he pushed his thumb back inside and heard the elder’s breath hitches. kahar’s tense shoulders immediately relaxed as he let himself fall back on the bed.
he finally got to cum.
—
kahar’s eyes shot wide open at the sound of the school bell. he was restless, eyebags visible under his eyes. his mind isn’t in the right space either.
this morning, he woke up in a cold sweat, body aching everywhere. then, he accidentally went into another dorm’s bathroom. before that, he carried the wrong shower basket to the toilet. luckily it was hakeem’s, or else it would've been embarrassing for him.
he couldn’t focus in class, and he couldn’t eat properly during recess either. kahar was a complete mess. he bumped into fakhri a couple times today; the younger one looked fine. kahar couldn’t bring himself to hold eye contact whenever their eyes met. hell, kahar couldn’t even bear to face fakhri at the moment.
seeing the younger’s face kept bringing back the memories of his dream from last night. the fakhri in his dream was a total piece of shit, he was overbearing and mean. but a small part of kahar liked seeing that part of him. feeling shameful, kahar shook his head together and rubbed his tired eyes.
he was just glad that school was finally over for the day.
maybe he was touch-starved. so starved to the point he was dreaming of the person he hates the most doing vile things to him. yeah, kahar wants to get his head checked.
the moment he arrived at the dorm, kahar slammed his body on his bed and immediately drifted off to sleep; his school uniform still intact. he didn’t feel like dealing with anything right now. sleep is the number one priority.
soon after getting comfortable, kahar finally slumbered off to dreamland.
—
“fakhri,”
he moaned as the younger fiddled with his nipples; hands gripping the latter’s hair tightly. his legs are spread wide open, one thigh placed neatly around fakhri’s waist. kahar let his vacant hand cover his mouth, embarrassed to be letting out such sounds. his school uniform was gone, leaving only his white tank top. kahar’s back is now lying flat on the bed; both of his socks are on.
as fakhri latched his lips onto the bud of kahar’s nipples, he teasingly flicked them around with his tongue. the elder’s cock twitched in excitement, which fueled the younger’s ego more.
he let go of the elder’s nipples and averted his attention to kahar’s aching red dick. fakhri left a trail of wet butterfly kisses along his body, from his jawline, to his neck and collarbones, and down to the tip of his sensitive shaft. kahar’s breath hitched every time he felt fakhri’s hot mouth lingered on his skin.
it made kahar crave the younger’s touch more.
fakhri blew a few kisses onto the elder’s hard cock, earning a few soft groans and whines. he proceeded to make kitty licks around it; liking the way kahar arched his back desperately, searching for pleasure. he spat on his hand for moisture and went to stroke the dick, immediately making the latter jolt in surprise.
after a few small strokes, fakhri picked up his pace.
kahar cried out and latched onto his bedsheets for support, hips now shaking due to the sensation. tears are already forming in his eyes, making him blinked it away. he spewed a few loud moans, thighs cramping from sensitivity.
fakhri decided to engulf the latter’s dick in one take. his tongue swirling around the tip leaking with pre cum and grazed his teeth along the twitching hot shaft. kahar was losing his mind, he felt ready to explode. he went to cover his flushed face, lips still cry out fakhri’s name from time to time.
the younger bobbed his head on the cock, picking up the pace again. he was sucking kahar hard, cheeks wallowing in. eager, fakhri wrapped the latter’s thighs around his shoulders, instantly pushing the dick deeper down his throat.
“fakh–fakhri,” kahar choked, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. he went to steady his hands on the younger’s hair, entangling his fingers in between the locks. he wanted to push the latter’s head hard against his dick, but kahar couldn’t muster up enough energy to do so.
fakhri could feel his cock twitching inside his mouth. kahar was desperate for release, the grip he had on fakhri’s hair going tighter. he picked up the pace again, this time with pressure.
kahar felt his insides scrambling into a bunch of knots. without warning, he shot his cum inside the younger’s mouth, crying out loud afterwards. fakhri took the opportunity to swallow it all up, not leaving a single drop behind. he milked kahar’s cock gently, despite the elder’s protest; he tried pushing fakhri away from his overly sensitive dick but his hands only managed to rest on the latter’s hips.
out of breath, kahar covered his face again, not wanting to make eye contact with the younger. his eyelids become heavy, head still up high in the clouds. soon after he drifted off, kahar felt the latter’s lips softly placed on his; giving him a quick kiss.
the last thing kahar managed to see before his head went blank was a smirking fakhri.
—
kahar woke up in another cold sweat. there was nobody else in the room so he took a glance at the clock; it was time for prep. in a rush, kahar immediately sprinted to the bathroom to prepare himself.
he would do absolutely anything in order to get rid of fakhri from his head.
after getting ready, kahar made his way to prep. his mind is still cloudy and his visions are blurry. he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. it was frustrating. so frustrating to the point of kahar wanting for the dreams to come true.
he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed fakhri chilling in front of a vending machine. the younger bought a can of drink before heading off his way. kahar watches as he takes a seat on a vacant bench in the middle of the field, the drink in his hand already half empty. it was just a simple thing, and yet kahar’s heart is thumping loudly.
shaking his thoughts off, kahar chose to ignore the younger and went on his journey to prep.
as he walked by, fakhri’s eyes managed to tail him. he took another sip of the drink and threw his head back. the younger thought to himself, “aku terlebih buat ke?”
fakhri let out a laugh at the sudden thought. ridiculous. he downed the drink for the last time before putting the empty can aside.
patiently, he waited for the next time kahar would sleep.