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Lunch today. Room 301, on the table.
The writing was clean against the yellow-stained paper – the words are written in cursive, tilted on a slight angle, inked with an expensive black pigment. Following the note is a poorly drawn image of a crow with a crystal monocle and a comically large witch hat, and then a separate doodle of a dick in the bottom right corner.
Who else could it be? That immaturity, that poorly drawn monogram, Klein crumpled the paper in his fist with a barely controlled expression. He glanced over to Amon, who was sitting in the next column of desks a few desks behind Klein himself, and found that the other boy was already looking at him. His eyes brightened immediately when their gazes met, grinning like a satisfied wolf, apparently confident that Klein would go and meet him in the afternoon.
The tips of Klein's ears flushed pink. He scrunched the paper in his fist tighter. That cocky bastard…!
" I'm not going ," Klein mouthed with a fierce expression, throwing the ball of paper across the classroom and hitting Amon square on his forehead.
This earned a charming laugh from the other boy. Klein forced his face to remain irritated, stiffly turning in his chair to face the front of the class.
"Amon…" The teacher had sighed just as Klein looked forward. If he'd spent any more time watching Amon, he might have been implicated, too. "Try not to disrupt the class. It's period one, so please, just keep your voice down, even just this once. Everyone is still tired."
"I was just laughing sir," Amon complains, "You're not gonna tell me off for being happy, are you? Isn't it your job to care about the wellbeing of your students?"
… This teacher definitely would — and he had, on multiple occasions, given out detentions for what he said was disruptive behaviour. He was too dense to understand when people were talking seriously or when they were joking, and Amon, being annoying by nature, took immense pleasure in feigning idiocracy and encouragingly provoking him.
The teacher raised his chin. "Don't talk back to me," he said scornfully, but his face betrayed his anticipation. Klein cringed. Was this guy enjoying berating Amon?
Klein looked back at Amon with an expression of 'just who does he think he is?' and Amon smiled with a shrug, enjoying how riled up the old man was getting. Honestly, Klein became more irritated by these kinds of people more than Amon ever did, even when Amon was the one being yelled at, which pissed Klein off even more. Why should he even care if Amon was being mistreated? Of all people, he deserved it the most!
Klein stuck his tongue out in a childish way of disagreement, then turned back and faced the front again. He could hear Amon's stifled laughter from behind him. He raised his wrist against his lips to cover an emerging smile.
The old man had gone on some tangent for a while longer and Klein had decided to tune his voice out until he was done, but a dramatic pause in his speech made Klein perk up.
The teacher spoke, loud and official as if he were condemning a criminal to the stake, and his face was youthful again as he declared: "Detention!"
-
Towards the end of fourth period and leading into lunch, people had already begun to pack up. A group of rowdy boys had begun to put their laptop away fifteen minutes early, then suddenly the whole class was doing the same and the class continued on, lazy and unproductive.
Fourth period class was Ancient History taught by Amon's father, Headmaster of the school. This class was the only class he didn't share with Amon, and also one which all of his friends took. In other words, it was Klein's favourite subject.
"You okay?" Audrey whispered to Klein as they listened to Alger and Leonard argue again. Standing at the shoulder of the two boys were Fors and Xio, who were discussing a book club meeting coming up later in the week. Klein zoned them out and focused solely on Audrey, glancing briefly at the nest of blonde hair, Derrick, that was sprawled over the desk on her left.
"You seem worried." Bright eyes stared into his as she continued, "You know you can tell me what's wrong, right?"
"I'm fine," he said honestly. "It's not that big of a deal. Just Amon."
This earned a little confusion from the eavesdropping Derrick.
"... Didn't you say that Amon was 'big,' that last time you—!"
Audrey fumed as she turned around and whacked the back of Derrick's head. She rubbed her palm, soothing the sting from hitting Derrick. "Don't be so vulgar," she reprimanded, huffing.
Klein doubted Derrick of all people would intentionally try to expose their strange relationship. He generally had good intentions, but had only picked up English not too long ago, so his understanding wasn't the highest and he always wanted to improve. He did what he could to console Derrick, offering a lighthearted shrug. It didn't seem to have any effect.
"Oh, okay… sorry," Derrick conceded. If Audrey got angry then it was usually for a good reason, so as a general rule it's best to just apologise and move on… only this time, there wasn't any reason to.
As this was happening, the bell rang, announcing the beginning of lunch. Fors and Xio, who were already out of their seats, said they would be leaving ahead of them. Derrick stood up, immediately going to Leonard to ask about the difference between the two statements.
It's lucky that Leonard already knows about us, Klein thought to himself. If Derrick had asked Fors or Xio… the thought itself sent a shudder through him.
Audrey huffed. She turned back to Klein and asked, "Are you meeting with Amon again? That's why you're like this right? Do you know what he's planning to do with—..… Actually nevermind. Don't look at me like that! I don't think anyone would want to know what he makes you do in private…. well, anyway. Good luck!"
With that, Audrey got up to leave, with the few others else trailing behind her. As they all walked out the door, Klein explained that he would be staying elsewhere for lunch, and to not go looking for him. Leonard and the others eyed him but eventually withdrew without asking any questions, albeit all quite reluctantly.
He was grateful no one pressed him for more information. Already having Audrey, Leonard, and Derrick know was bad enough. He wouldn't want anyone else to get involved.
-
With Amon's father making countless renovations to the school, Room 304 had been transformed from a dusty storage room to a barely functioning classroom designated for the Maths Specs kids — in other words, a class that he and Amon spent a majority of their time together after school.
No matter how smart someone was, hard things would still be hard, especially in academics. So naturally, Klein didn't enjoy being in this room. It just reminded him of exams and frustration and, worst of all, it reminded him of Amon. Still, it seemed to be Amon's favourite classroom for these… activities.
While he lampooned inwardly about the location Amon had chosen again, he had already reached the top of the stairwell. He sighed and looked around.
After a moment of caution, he walked forward and opened the door, slipping in soundlessly and closing the door behind him.
There wasn't anything different than usual. There was a time— two months ago now, maybe three— when Amon had filled the place with valentine's decorations. It wasn't even valentines day. From then on in that week the room had smelled of roses, and just being inside the classroom and within the same vicinity of Amon had got him dizzy. If it were anyone else, he might have fallen for it, might have thought there was serious intention behind it… but of course, in the end, it was just another one of Amon's tricks.
He felt a bit relieved as he found the mundane room in its usual state of boredom, although admittedly he was also a little disappointed. Even though he didn't enjoy Amon's extravagance, sometimes he appreciated the effort. Not that he actually wanted it or anything. Not at all.
He shook his head. He should have been glad, anyway, that Amon was just laying low this time.
Klein walked over to the desk at the front, seating himself down on the timber where Amon liked to take him. He could already envision how it would go: Amon would walk in after escaping detention with that cocky grin and unashamed lustfulness, push him down with his legs spread wide apart, and selfishly fuck him as hard as he could during the half hour they had left of break.
Klein fumbled for his belt as he recalled Amon's breathless voice from two weeks ago. They hadn't had sex after that day, both of them being far too busy with exam prep, but it was constantly on Klein's mind.
Fuck. Oh, fuck, Klein, you're so tight , he had breathed into Klein's neck. Amazing. Fuck. Wanna show everyone that you're mine. Show them what they're missing out on. Yeah. Yeah , you'd like that, mm? You wanna let everyone know you belong to me?
He lets out a groan. Out of all days, Amon just had to get detention today.
Whatever, he thought. He kicked off his pants, his gradually hardening cock growing against his stomach as he laid down on the desk. He had his back against the hardwood surface, his heels digging into the edges, his knees spread apart slightly.
He placed two fingers into his mouth and licked them slick and wet. The other hand messily undid the bottom buttons on his uniform before hovering just below his chin, palm faced up.
The fingers inside his mouth went down to his entrance. He breathed slowly, and relaxed. One breath, then another, before he slipped the first knuckle of one finger inside himself. The intrusion felt tough, but warm, familiar. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to breathe again, grounding himself as he imagined Amon guiding him.
Briefly, he wondered if he had locked the door, but decided it shouldn't become an issue if Amon hurried over.
Continuing, Klein spat on the palm of his other hand, which he brought down to wrap around his cock. He lay it flat against the curve, shivering as he slowly stroked up to the head of his cock. He placed the pad of his thumb over the slit, circling the swollen area, glazing that sweet liquid into his hand.
With one hand stroking his cock, the other fucking his entrance, he began to set a rhythmic pace on the teacher's desk.
After a few minutes, he had to pause for a break. Doing it himself was far more effort than having Amon to work him open. Even after such little activity, his wrists were sore. It amazed him to think that Amon could keep fingering Klein for hours on end.
Klein shuddered as he thought about Amon in his exposed state, suddenly feeling dirty. He couldn't help it. He imagined how the curve of the boy's cock would feel buried inside him again, hot and hard within his tightened walls. He imagined feeling the way it pulsed inside of him while Amon painted his insides white, imagined the roll of his hips and the movement of his post-orgasm, still hard cock in the gushing wetness of his ass. He imagined Amon fucking him relentlessly after their first orgasm, shamelessly leaving a wet mess on the desk.
His mind ran wild with possibilities. After two weeks of restraint, he was a lot more sensitive than usual.
A whine had forced itself through his throat as he began to finger himself again. He put his other hand to his lips, and only then did he realise how thick and lewd his breaths had become. He hoped no one had heard – but the walls were less than a book thick in this old, wooden-walled classroom. It would be easy to listen to his whining.
He glanced at the clock, out of breath. It had been ten minutes since the beginning of lunch… Klein licked his lips with uncertainty. Where was Amon? He kept on thinking about getting fucked, felt horribly desperate for the boy's cock, but in such a crucial moment, he was still nowhere to be seen.
Klein shook his head and reassured himself again. He told himself, Amon would definitely show up.
He occupied his mind by adding another wet finger, scissoring them apart while he pushed his hand deeper inside.
Two fingers was only barely enough to get his entrance to accommodate Amon's cock. It was still not enough to guarantee a painless entry, but it was how Amon always prepared him — achieving the bare minimum so they could fuck sooner.
His mind drifted from sex as he became lost in thought, shifting into thoughts on other, sweeter things he finds endearing about the boy. He thinks about how his laughter is loud and free and spontaneous, but sometimes quiet and breathless as if he had been caught completely off guard. Even when they are having sex roughly, he was still able to laugh into Klein's collarbone and send butterflies through his chest.
He recalled the gentleness of Amon's kisses – the softness in his gaze as he pulled away. There were times where he felt as if they were both in love. His touch was so attentive, his gaze filled with something close to adoration. He was so careful with Klein's body when Klein just asked for it, even when it was clear that Amon only wanted a quick fuck before he headed home. Sometimes he never even asked to have sex when they met up like this – they would spend evenings tangled in each other, kissing and touching and talking, bathing in the comfort and familiarity of each others' skin, lingering with each other then dispersing as the sun falls to the dark, because then it would become terrifyingly intimate.
The swell of arousal in Klein's stomach dampened as he thought of those tender moments. Sometimes, it really didn't feel like they were just friends. It never really felt like that agreed upon arrangement. It felt as if they were more than… nervously, Klein hurried to put the thought away.
Suddenly—
The door opened.
Klein jolted upright. His hands went to cover his front. In his haste, his knees knocked together, and he winced.
Ignoring the pain, he looked over and—
Amon laughed, loud and amused. His monocle glinted in the dim lighting, the door creaking behind him as he stepped forward, locking with a secure click . His face bore a wide grin as he made his way over casually, his steps wide and slow-paced.
"Did I scare you?" He asked as he walked, glancing down at the wetness on the desk and down Klein's thighs. The action caused Klein to push his legs closer together, embarrassed. "Mmh… so dirty, not even locking the door. You're lucky I escaped detention early, otherwise someone else might have seen you like this. Seriously, did you want just anyone to walk in and fuck you? Hm?"
Klein shot him a hostile expression, but his body relaxed. He found a soothing quality in Amon's voice, and a similar component of arousal within his focused gaze. It was just a strange effect that Amon had on him. Calm, but anticipating. Relaxed, but lustful.
"I'm not a pervert like you," he denied, referencing their first time together, which was just shy of five months ago. Klein had walked into an empty classroom to study —the same one with that stuck-up teacher— but instead had found Amon jerking off underneath the table and filling the classroom with the sound of his low, husky moans.
The memory made him flush, and he coughed, bringing him back to the moment as Amon laughed, not insulted at all.
"Maybe not as much as me," Amon partially agreed, "but on some level, you enjoy it when we do it with this kind of risk, too. Don't deny it; you're always tighter, and always so much louder. Even I have to tell you to be quiet."
Amon crossed the last distance between them and reached his hand out. Klein looked down and saw Amon place his palm on his thigh. When that hand moved down, any sort of retort died on Klein's lips.
"But I like it," Amon said, suddenly soft. He rubbed small circles into the meat of Klein's thigh. "Mm. Anything you do, I'll like it all."
Klein looked up. His brows were high, his heart rate suddenly spiking. He knew Amon was joking, but still…
The way Amon returned the gaze was too gentle. Too genuine. Not like his obviously mocking manner – this… this seems… Klein felt a flutter of nervousness spread across his body, and his hands came up to hold onto the hem of his shirt.
How could he look at me like that?
Pained, he looked away. Inwardly, he berated himself for actually believing Amon had any romantic intentions at all.
"Don't say things like that," he said quietly.
Amon pushed Klein backward so he was flush against the table, keeping their gazes connected.
"I like you," he murmured. "I can't help it. Mm. Klein Moretti, my boyfriend. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Boyfriend.
Mine.
It's too good to be true.
"Tell me, do you want that too?"
He twisted away from Amon, feeling breathless. The boy kept him securely caged against the desk, rendering his escape attempt futile.
The boy, egged on by his victory, continued to be persistent. "Tell me, Klein."
He wanted to say yes. But from past experiences with Amon, he didn't want to get his hopes up.
Klein looked at Amon. He forced his heart down and replied indifferently. "Of course not. Who would want to date you?"
Amon froze, his expression blank. There was a strange pause as if he was thinking about saying something important, but his smile returned, and the moment of unease was broken.
"Don't you think I'm attractive? You should really feel honoured that I want you, out of all my fanboys."
"What fanboys?" Klein said, looking away. He felt like coughing awkwardly, but swallowed that urge instead. "Since you have a bad personality, there's no one who would like you."
"Klein," Amon said, dragging out his name with a pout. His tone changed back to before their little banter. "Don't be like that. I really do like you."
Klein sucked in his lower lip.
When Amon said it now, it sounded so nice. It sounded real . He hated how he felt special, knowing that Amon would never mean what he said.
How many others has Amon spoken to in this same careless, flirtatious way? How many has he purposefully broken?
Klein closed his eyes. It's as if Amon knew that he was being cruel. He didn't know what he expected – that Amon would never find out, or that Amon would never prey on his emotions. Such thoughts would always be betrayed by Amon's nature.
"Don't play around with me," he said. He tried not to appear shaken, but the edges of his eyes had already become wet. "I don't know why you keep trying to be sweet. It's not necessary."
"You…"
"Amon, I'm serious. Really. If you want to fuck me, then that works out perfectly for me, but if you don't, then… then that's also fine. It's fine. But you just don't have to pretend to feel things that you can't understand."
There was a moment of silence between them. Klein imagined Amon walking away with a laugh, saying how pathetic he was for harbouring these pointless feelings. He imagined the boy whispering to his classmates about how easy he was to coerce into bed. He imagined him with that sinister expression as he would force Klein to watch him fuck another boy, someone more worthy of his attention.
But, Amon stayed. Despite the hurt that flashed in his eyes, Amon chose to press their bodies closer and smile.
"... Okay. Fine." His grip on Klein's thigh suddenly tightened, almost unbearably painful. Even though his tone was quite jovial and his smile was bright, his words are sharp and venomous and his canines flash with annoyance. "Fine. Let's do it your way. I'll give you what you want."
He surged forward and clamped his teeth into the juncture of Klein's neck, his hand pushing Klein's thigh all the way up his chest. Unprepared, Klein let out a choked yelp.
"Wait–" he gasped as Amon's other hand moved to stroke him roughly. "Wait, just what— a-ah!"
"I'm going to fuck you until you break." Amon laughed against the sharp edge of Klein's jaw, his hot breath drawing a shudder from the other boy. "Didn't you tell me this was good? Didn't you mean that I could do whatever I wanted? Come on. Say that you wanted it like this."
"N-no, that really wasn't—"
Amon didn't intend to listen. He moved the hand from Klein's cock to this entrance, instantly forcing in three of his fingers, while the hand on Klein's thigh went to the underside of his knee to press it flush against his chest.
Klein bit down on his lips. His vision blurred and his eyes misted.
How long had he been waiting for this? The stretch was so stimulating, so painful and so good . He felt a moan threaten to rip out from his throat, felt it reverberate in his chest. The back of his head hit the wood as Amon forced his fingers inside.
This was what he was most accustomed to.
Tyrannical, selfish Amon.
This Amon acted on his desire and lived for impulsivity. If he suddenly wanted to fuck Klein during break, he would tell him and expectantly walk into an empty classroom. If he wanted to fuck Klein immediately, he would not even bother with properly stretching his entrance.
"You want this," Amon whispered. When Klein blinked the haze away from his eyes and craned his head to look down, his gaze met with sadistic, moon-shaped eyes. "This isn't gentle. Mm. This is what you wanted, right? This was what you were asking for?"
"No—!"
Amon moved his fingers. His body pressed further into Klein, the heat and hardness of his cock pressed against the naked skin of Klein's thigh, and he fingered the boy in earnest.
Each powerful movement caused the desk to rock. Each rough thrust causes Klein to confront the menacing heat of Amon's cock. All he could do to resist the complete succumbing to Amon's desire was to close his teary eyes and forcefully twist away from the thing his body aches mist for. He couldn't let Amon know that he liked it so much—
Amon fucked him harder.
Klein whined uncontrollably, despite his restraint.
His hearing became drowned out by the intense drum of his heart. Because of this, and because his eyes were tightly shut, he did not get to see Amon's act break.
Amon allowed his gaze to soften. His fingers, still rough as they pumped in and out of Klein, were now burning hotter with the need to cradle Klein's face and to kiss him reverently. He wanted to pull his fingers back and touch him gently, whisper lovely things into his skin, and lick up the other boy's tears. He wanted to kiss Klein's lips and hold their hands together, slowly and carefully reaching an orgasm together. He didn't really want to be rough with him today.
But it didn't matter what he wanted, because if he kissed Klein now, if he was kind, then he would definitely be pushed away.
His eyes were full of uncharacteristic emotion — yearning, acceptance, love, devotion. So many thoughts could be condensed into just one:
Whatever he gives me, that's more than enough.
He wouldn't push his feelings anymore. Even if Klein never understood how he felt and never acknowledged the deep pining in his heart, as long as they could continue like this, then it was all worth it.
He took a breath and stilled his hand.
His neck angled up, his breath warming Klein's ear.
"Get ready," he said. His voice was low. "I'm going to put it in now."
He opened his eyes to take a look at Amon. Unexpectedly, those ferocious eyes had become a little softer.
Klein's breath hitched, then he coughed. He brought his wrist to his lips, turning his head. "Why are you telling me this?" He said. "Do whatever you want."
Amon lowered his eyelashes, smiling to only himself now.
And then he lowered the zip of his pants. He looked over at the time as he took the base of his cock into his palm.
"Only ten minutes left," he murmured, contemplative. He stroked himself lightly there, looking back at Klein. "Think we can do it in time?"
Even if they couldn't, Amon knew this class would be free for the rest of the day — his father had assured him that no one would be checking in while they used it, so there was a low chance of anyone finding them and interrupting them. Worst comes to worst, they could always just skip for the rest of the day in order to conclude this matter.
Klein, however, was unaware of this.
Nervously, he shifted on the spot.
"I–" What could he say? They usually needed half an hour when they were rushing in-between breaks. But he just wanted to be fucked, really. In the heat of the moment, he didn't care if he came. He just wanted to continue.
He looks away. "It's fine. Even if we don't finish, keep going. At the very least until lunch ends."
Amon knew Klein's nature. He would say he wants something, but he would never say it more than once, never ask for more than appropriate. He depended on Amon's ability to read between the lines and force out an outcome in times of indecision.
Continuing until the end of break was the obvious choice. But… Amon felt that wasn't what Klein was necessarily saying.
The edges of Amon's lips turned up as he realised. "You want to keep going until you can finish, don't you? That's what you really want, mm? You don't care if we skip just to fuck, because you want it so much now."
Klein bit his lower lip, brain fogging up as he listened to Amon mock him. After a moment he was able to regain his voice and, in a quiet tone, he reasoned, "We've got class, Amon. We can't miss that."
"Uh huh, yeah? I don't think you mean that. See, look—" Amon pushed the head of his cock into Klein's stretched entrance. Klein swore, back arching off the table, a betrayed gasp leaving his mouth. The boy laughed. "See? You're reacting so sweetly, so desperately. I can give it to you, Klein. Just say you want it."
"We can't," Klein resisted. "Don't forget that I'm here on a scholarship. If anyone noticed that I was skipping…"
Amon's eyes brightened, his smile widening. The phrase was so familiar, an act that Klein put up to feign resistance each time they did it somewhere public.
I'm here on a scholarship, he liked to remind Amon as if that had ever changed his mind before. What if someone saw us?
Amon moved his head down, melting into Klein's warmth, pressing his weight into Klein as he replied in a relaxed manner, "So what? I'll just tell my dad you were with me and he'll overlook it. Isn't that what I've always done?"
"That–it's different, just, just listen to me — ah!!" Unexpectedly, Amon snapped his hips forward and interrupted his thoughts, and the boy choked out a moan, "Oh , fuck — Amon! "
Klein tipped his head back and whined.
"Just say you'll stay," Amon said quietly. If Klein would look at his face again, he would be frozen at the sincerity of Amon's gaze. "Come on. Don't worry about anything else; I'll make you feel good. Just stay for now."
"F-fine," he croaked. "Fine. Just – quickly. Fuck me faster, and… mmh…"
He raised his wrist up to cover his eyes as they began to water.
He was always like this with Amon. Somehow, it would always felt so good to be fucked that he would start crying.
Amon laughed, and he leaned down to bury his face into the crook of Klein's neck. The sight of Klein being shy had made his heart flutter unbearably.
Still, he didn't stop.
Klein's arms wrapped around Amon, locking them into place. His skin was wet with sweat, the fabric of his uniform clinging to the muscle of his arms and the plane of his chest. His palms grasped Amon's clothes, bundling them up as he moved his hips down onto Amon's cock.
"Please," Klein whispered into Amon's ear. He sniffled, wiping his face. "Amon, Amon, Amon , please… "
Amon's cock seemed to twitch inside of the boy. Whenever Klein said his name, he whispered it so desperately, like a provocation, a seduction, a worship.
Amon breathed heavier, and he began to suck on the tender skin of Klein's neck, to manage the embarrassing sounds that he might make out of pleasure. Between rolling the skin between his teeth and the movement of his hips, Amon spoke again.
"Use your words, Klein. Harder? Faster? Tell me what you need."
"Just–" Klein caught his breath. "Anything. More. Please. I just want to feel you. Need to feel you. Please? Just— oh— "
Amon bit down on the hickey he had just created, to shut him up. His hands went to hold onto Klein's soft skin, rubbing sides, feeling the jolt of his pleasure
You tell me not to say those sweet things but then you go and say them back to me, fucked out and honest .
"If only you knew," he sighed quietly, the rhythm of his thrusts interrupted, "what you did to me."
Vaguely Klein heard Amon saying something, but what he felt was more strange was the irrhythmic movement of Amon's thrusts. Unless he was close, Amon never faltered.
Klein asked, frowning, "Are you going to come already?"
"What? No, of course not," Amon laughed, pushing away that warm feeling. "I just said that I'll give you what you want, so be patient."
"...Why don't I believe you?"
"Would you rather that be a lie then?"
"Shut up," Klein said, his face flushing. He pulled Amon down, and bit at his earlobe, lowering his voice. "Come on, Amon. Stop talking and just fuck me, hm?"
"Didn't I say to be patient?" Amon teased, but began to increase the push of his hips.
Klein groaned, falling back. "Yes… mm…"
Amon tilted his head and placed his teeth into Klein's neck as he fucked him. The time passed in a blurry haze of pleasure — fucking desperately into one another, feeling the touch of their skin, craving it more, and more, and more.
The bell rang distantly — with the way he was moaning, he was sure that Klein hadn't noticed it. Students filled the stairwell, moving between storeys into their classes, while he fucked Klein even harder.
"Klein," Amon murmured. "Be quiet."
He wasn't sure the other boy was even capable of focusing on him now.
Amon placed a hand against Klein's throat. Gently. Harmless, but the intent was obvious. He smiled. It seemed to wake him out of that stupor.
"Mmh…?"
"Be quiet," Amon repeated, now with Klein's attention. "As much as I like how you sound, people will hear you if you keep being that loud. We wouldn't want that, now, would we?"
Klein swallowed. He looked at Amon so honestly. "No," he agreed. "We wouldn't."
"You'll stay quiet then?"
"I– I can try."
Amon tilted his head, and his smile widened. "If you can't guarantee it, then I guess… hm. Don't blame me for this, okay? I just want to make sure we don't get found out."
Without letting Klein question him, Amon clamped his grip on Klein's neck. It was familiar to him, this position—they had done it frequently, mostly to Klein's request, but he had never been one to initiate, not without asking first.
For all the viciousness he displayed, it was a wonder how he had not done this sooner.
"So pretty," Amon murmured as he started to fuck Klein again. The boy was writhing, but not out of displeasure. His eyes rolled back, jaw slack as he allowed Amon to choke him.
"So— so pretty ," he gasped, keeping his eyes on Klein.
His vision seemed to blur. He moved erratically, now, the sight of Klein beneath him too much to handle.
Amon's other hand went to stroke Klein, and his hand on his neck eased a little, allowing for Klein's suppressed moans to rip through in a single, desperate gasp.
" Amon—"
"You're—" perfect , he'd wanted to say, leaning down into Klein.
" Amon, fuck, fuck— oh, god —"
"There you go baby," Amon said, breath ragged, "Come with me. Yeah, yeah, just like that— just—"
Amon groaned, closing his eyes. He felt Klein tighten around him, felt the way his cock jerked in his hold, releasing against his bare stomach.
They rested there, skin on skin, clinging to each other, for just a moment more. It registered for them vaguely that after this moment, they would return to that pretend normalcy. Again. Time and time again, it always ended like this.
"Thanks," Klein breathed finally once he blinked himself back to his senses, smiling lazily in the sunlight.
So pretty.
Amon pulled out, searching for the tissues. "Who says thanks after sex?" He grinned. "Even after all the times that we've done it, you still manage to sound like a loser."
"Shut up, " Klein said, falling back against the desk. "I was trying to be nice, for once."
"It doesn't suit you," Amon said. "It's easier to deal with you when you're demanding me to fuck you, you know?"
"Yeah– yeah, well. Same with you!"
"People still like me when I'm not getting my brains fucked out."
"You're delusional. No one likes you."
"You like me, though?"
Klein rolled his eyes. "That's obviously different."
Amon found the tissues and began wiping himself clean. "How is it different?" He said.
"Isn't it expected that I like you?" Klein sighed. "Pass me the tissues."
"Hold on." Amon took a few more for himself, then tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped his pants back up. He walked beside Klein, who had sat himself up, and placed the tissues down.
"Button your shirt," Amon said. "I'll clean you up."
He moved in closer, pressing a few tissues against the liquid which was sticking to his stomach. He felt the way Klein froze, then relaxed. He smiled, an idea forming — they had so much time alone, after all.
"You don't have to do that," Klein murmured, "I can just— oh, fuck — what, Amon, what are you doing?"
"Cleaning you up," the boy replied innocently. "What else?"
"Your hand…" Klein's breath grew more laboured. "I'm—"
"I know you're sensitive. But just once more, you can do that for me, can't you?"
"I—" He saw the hitch of his breath. Then: he closed his eyes, tension relieved. Amon had gotten to him again. "I can."
Amon grinned. "Good boy."