The school project

03 -Irresistible

The second meeting in Ned’s dorm felt like a countdown to an explosion. The air was stifling; the cooling system had died, leaving the room thick, humid, and smelling of anticipation. Marcus arrived in a blue sando and grey sweatpants, but within minutes of sitting down, the heat became unbearable.

"God, it's like a sauna in here," Marcus groaned, pulling the blue fabric over his head in one fluid motion.

Ned nearly stopped breathing. Marcus was now completely topless, his massive, bronze-skinned torso on full display. The sweat made his skin glisten, highlighting every ripple of his abdominal muscles and the sheer breadth of his chest. His dark, perky n*****s were already hardening in the heat, and as he stretched, his wide, hairy armpits were fully exposed—damp, musky, and utterly intoxicating.

As they attempted to work, Marcus’s lack of academic focus combined with the oppressive heat made him drowsy. He leaned back against the pillows, his eyes fluttering shut. Within five minutes, he was drifting. But the moment his breathing leveled out, he felt it: the hot, wet slide of a tongue entering his armpit.

Marcus’s heart leaped into his throat. He didn't move; he didn't open his eyes. He was terrified, yet he felt a surge of desperate heat between his legs. He's doing it again, Marcus thought, his mind racing. He knows I'm here... or does he? Why can't I move? Why do I want this so bad?

Ned was far more confident this time. He knew Marcus was awake. He could tell by the way Marcus’s chest hitched, the way his muscles tightened under the touch. Ned didn't care; the silence was a game they were both playing. Ned leaned in, burying his face in Marcus’s right armpit, inhaling the pungent, salty scent of a man’s sweat. He began to worship the area with aggressive passion, his tongue swirling deep into the hollow, licking the thick, dark hairs and savoring the raw masculinity of the scent.

You love this, don't you, you big, beautiful himbo, Ned thought, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin.

Ned moved to Marcus’s chest, his mouth latching onto a huge, perky n****e. He didn't just suck; he played. He pinched the n****e between his teeth, tugging it sharply before swirling his tongue around the areola in a dizzying rhythm.

"Mmmph..." Marcus let out a muffled moan, his mouth falling open in sheer delight. His head rolled back, his toes curling against the sheets. He felt a wave of heat crash over him, his flat tummy expanding and contracting with every heavy, ragged breath.

Ned’s hands were everywhere, kneading the massive biceps and sliding down to pinch Marcus's n*****s while simultaneously reaching into the grey sweatpants. He found the massive, throbbing pillar of Marcus’s c**k, already leaking a generous amount of precum. Ned didn't go straight for the kill; he wanted to torture him.

He spent the next two hours in a cycle of exquisite agony. He would dive deep into Marcus’s armpits, licking them clean with loud, wet slurps, then move to the n*****s, sucking them until they were swollen and bright red. Just as Marcus felt he was reaching a breaking point, Ned would slide down to the d**k.

Ned’s tongue was a weapon of pleasure. He explored every inch of the 9-inch shaft, swirling around the girthy base, licking the underside, and then focusing on the huge, upward-pointing head. He used his tongue to flick the opening, tasting the salty, sweet precum that Marcus was rewarding him with in abundance.

Sluuuuurp...

The sound of Ned’s mouth on his skin was driving Marcus insane. Please... god, just finish it... I can't take this edging, Marcus screamed internally. He felt his d**k throb violently in Ned's mouth, the girth stretching Ned's lips to their limit. He was so horny he felt dizzy, his body jerking sporadically as Ned played with his heavy balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.

Ned knew exactly what he was doing. He would deepthroat Marcus, sliding all the way to the base, feeling the massive head hit the back of his throat, only to pull away at the last second to go back to the armpits.

"You're so tasty, Marcus," Ned whispered against his skin, the first time he'd spoken, his voice a low, dominant purr.

Marcus shivered, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The confirmation that Ned knew he was awake sent a jolt of electricity through him. He felt submissive, exposed, and completely owned.

As the second hour approached, Ned decided it was time. He gripped the base of Marcus’s c**k and dove in, his mouth creating a powerful vacuum. He sucked with an aggressive, rhythmic intensity, his throat opening wide to accommodate the full nine inches.

Marcus couldn't hold back anymore. His body stiffened, his back arching off the bed. As the orgasm hit, Marcus lost all control over his shyness. His hips began to slowly, instinctively thrust into Ned’s mouth, pushing himself deeper and deeper into the heat.

Oh god, am I doing this? Am I pushing into him? Marcus panicked internally, his mind swirling. Does he know? Is it obvious?

Ned, feeling the rhythmic thrusts, nearly choked on the girth, but he didn't pull away. He clamped down harder, his eyes widening with triumph. He's finally giving in, Ned thought. He wants it. He's begging me for it without saying a word.

Marcus erupted with a violence that surpassed the first time. Thick, hot ropes of c*m blasted into Ned's throat in wave after wave. Because of the two hours of edging, the volume was immense. Ned swallowed greedily, his throat working hard to keep up with the flood of seed, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

Marcus collapsed back into the pillows, his chest heaving, his mouth still open, eyes glazed over in a post-orgasmic haze. He felt empty, exhausted, and utterly addicted.

Ned pulled away, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. He didn't move away; he stayed draped across Marcus's muscular frame, feeling the heat radiating off the moreno's skin. Marcus didn't say a word, and neither did Ned. The silence was heavy, charged with a new, explicit understanding as Marcus remained on the bed, too spent and too satisfied to even think about going home.