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Moonlight creeped into Trey’s room, joined only by the illuminating light of a lamp beside his bed.
Your lover laid beneath you, straddled by your soft thighs. His emerald hair was splayed against the pristine expanse of his pillows.
Trey’s golden eyes met your hungry gaze as you looked down upon him. His muscular arms were held above his head, being kept in place by your mischievous fingers.
“Is this how you get when you’re hungry?” he teased, black glasses askew on his face.
Moments earlier, you were begging him to make you a tart to feed your late night cravings.
“Baby, it’s too late. I’ll make you one tomorrow, ok?” he cooed, running his thick fingers through your hair. Your form laid beside him in his bed, put together like two perfect puzzle pieces.
“Are you sure you can’t just make one right now? I’m sure Riddle would understand.”
You smiled, knowing very well that Riddle would in fact not understand. Nonetheless, that didn’t take away from your cravings.
Now you sat atop of him- a result from your seemingly innocent play-fighting in retaliation to Trey not complying to your wishes.
“You know what,” your weight shifted against Trey’s hips, eliciting a shaky gasp to leave his lips. “I think I know something I can eat that’s much sweeter.”
Your hips grinded against him, a smile curving against your lips. Nimble fingers traced his jawline as your eyes studied his tempting visage, fueled by carnal desire.
Your breath feathered against his cheek before your mouth met his like a desirous entanglement.
Trey melted into the kiss, eyebrows knitting as his tongue fought against yours. Black glasses scuffed against your face, not hindering your eager embrace.
His arms twitched as he tried to release himself, desperate to touch you. Your arms kept him firmly in his place beneath you.
“I didn’t say you could move, did I?” your lips parted from his, leaving saliva dripping onto his chin. “I’m still mad at you, remember? You’ll need to make it up to me.”
His sturdy chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath. “Tell me what you need and consider it done.” he purred, his hips ever so subtly grinding upwards against you. “I can’t have my sweetheart mad at me, can I?”
A smile returned to your face, pleased at his obedience. Your mouth met his neck, licking and sucking on the smooth skin until it left marks. “Then be a good boy and treat me tonight. You’re sweeter than any tart anyways.”
Your ministrations drew a strained whimper to escape his throat before he quickly tried to hold back any further noises. He couldn’t have the whole dorm knowing what you were up to, could he?
Trey closed his eyes, praying that his uniform would be high enough to cover any hickies you left on him. However, knowing you, your marks would be strategic enough to just peek over his collar, letting everyone know who he belonged to.