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Graham was close, so close, just needed a bit more and he'd be there. He bit his knuckles as he rubbed his cock against the duvet, Damon’s duvet, chasing sweet friction to finish himself off.
"Graham!"
Graham froze, but didn't turn his head over his shoulder to look at where Damon had to be standing in the doorway. He buried his face in the pillow instead.
"Thought you'd left for class," he mumbled.
"I forgot my textbook," Damon said. Graham heard the door close. "What the fuck?"
"Can you just get your book and leave and pretend this didn't happen? Thanks."
"Only if you get off my bed."
"Uh...I will."
"Now."
"When you leave."
"Gra."
Graham sighed. It was bad enough getting caught with his face in Damon’s duvet, smelling him, thinking of him, raising his arse high at the thought of Damon fucking him before pushing against the bed. Now he had to do the walk of shame back to his own bed, no matter that it was just across the room.
Graham barely made it to a standing position before he had Damon’s hands on his arms, making him face forward. "Dames," Graham complained.
"You're really an idiot, you know that?" Damon said. "Do you want me or not, Gra?"
Graham closed his eyes, knowing he was blushing. "I guess. Sort of."
He snapped his eyes open when he felt Damon’s lips on his, and couldn't help but give a pleased little moan when Damon’s hands lowered to his waist, pulling him closer. Damon’s jeans weren't the most comfortable texture to be pressed up against, but Graham could feel the hardness of Damon’s cock beneath, hot and thick, and yes yes yes Graham wanted that now.
Damon moved them to Graham’s bed, pushing Graham down before unzipping his jeans enough to lower them to his knees. Graham licked his lips at the sight of Damon’s cock, and didn't have to do anything else to urge Damon on. Damon didn't bother with removing his clothing entirely, just laid himself out atop Graham and started grinding down, rubbing his cock against Graham’s in the best way possible.
"Fuck, yeah, oh God," Graham gasped. He didn't realise he was clutching a handful of Damon’s hair until Damon grabbed at his in retaliation, and then he pulled Damon’s head down, smashed their lips together again as he rolled his hips up, rutting against Damon harder.
He wanted to feel Damon’s skin. He wanted Damon as naked as him. He never wanted the friction to end, but the heat between their groins and desperation pumping through Graham’s veins built higher and higher, until Graham was tense with it, until he was sobbing with how good Damon’s cock felt next to his, Damon’s hand stroking them, Damon’s lips devouring him, Damon Damon Damon positively everywhere.
He'd been close before, just getting off on Damon’s bed. He came with a shout now, his legs locking as he erupted between them, holding onto Damon’s hair as though for dear life. His grip loosened as he finished, but he didn't let go, feeling as though he would float away if he did.
"Yeah, fucking hell, Gra—"
Graham felt another burst of wet heat paint his stomach before Damon pulled away, sitting back on his heels and leaving Graham feeling sweaty and shaking. Graham didn't know what would happen next, but he knew Damon was definitely late for his class now.
"When I get back," Damon said, "I'm going to fuck you. And then we're going to talk."
Graham chuckled breathlessly. "Okay."