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Miguel stared at the clock on his bedside table, though he wasn’t really seeing it anymore.
3:00 PM
He wasn’t usually in bed this time of day, but he was warm and comfortable. The sun was sinking lower into the sky as the afternoon stretched on and Miguel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the comfortable weight of another body pressing down on him. Hobie was sprawled on top of him, with his head tucked down on Miguel’s bare chest.
Slowly, Miguel became aware of the sensation of something dripping down the side of one of his pecs. He wrinkled his nose and looked down, but all he saw was Hobie’s hair and the curve of his back. He shifted carefully, touching the wetness and humming with some disgust when he realized Hobie was drooling on him. He moved again and this time it was enough to wake the punk who moaned, blinking awake and sluggishly lifting his head. He touched the corner of his own mouth and then wiped with the back of his hand before he lifted himself more and looked down at the small puddle he’d left on the older man’s chest.
Miguel took a moment to enjoy the view, admiring Hobie’s naked body and lingering on his chest. The punk laughed, half-heartedly wiping at the drool, “Sorry ‘bout that, love, didn’t realize I’d doze off that hard,” He looked up at Miguel, realizing right away that he was being checked out. He seized the moment and stretched his arms up over his head sluggishly, arching his back sensually and humming when Miguel ran a hand down his bare torso and rested it on his slim hip. There, he thumbed at a small, round scar and wondered where it came from.
Hobie gave a pleased hum and slid his own hand down to rest on top of Miguel’s, “Used to be one of those surface piercings,” he moved his own hand lower, across Miguel’s wrist, “Had to take it out when I picked up the other gig.”
“Are we gonna talk about that?” Miguel asked again, shivering at the light touch. Hobie chuckled and shook his head. With a smooth movement, he swung his leg over Miguel’s waist, straddling him. Miguel didn’t look impressed, raising an eyebrow even though he did still reach out and rest his hands on Hobie’s waist. It was almost like a reflex and the warm weight of his hands made Hobie’s chest flutter. Still, he wasn’t really in the mood to talk about his other gig at the moment, so he rested a hand on Miguel’s chest and stroked over hard muscles he’d been admiring the whole semester.
“How often do you work out? Must be at least five days a week to stay this stacked,” he gave the muscle a squeeze and Miguel laughed softly, rolling his eyes before he caught the punk’s hand and gave his palm a tender kiss. Hobie’s breath stuttered and he couldn’t help but stare at his lips.
“Not yet then?” Miguel asked, lips brushing against Hobie’s skin. The younger man swallowed hard and shook his head slightly. Not yet. Miguel nodded. Not yet.
Miguel released Hobie’s hand, but the punk didn’t move it from the older man’s cheek. He leaned down and pressed his lips tenderly against Miguel’s. It was a warm, slow, lazy kiss at first. Then, Miguel’s hips canted upwards and Hobie gasped into the other man’s mouth as he felt the friction on his sensitive pussy. Miguel was still wearing his boxers but the bulge in the front was obvious as he moaned, wanting to chase the sensation.
He didn’t have to think about it for long as Hobie laughed breathlessly above him, sitting back up enough to reach between them and begin playing with the edge of the professor’s boxers. “I’ve been thinkin’ bout this moment for a long time,” he hummed, and Miguel beamed up at him, feeling lightheaded.
“Have you now?” he asked, letting Hobie pull his boxers down by tilting his hips up, making it a point to press himself against the punk who shuddered, biting his lip in anticipation. As his cock sprang free, Miguel placed a hand on Hobie’s hip and with the other he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He winked up at Hobie who smiled, taking it from him and tearing it open.
“Mmhm. Since I first saw you in class,” Hobie rolled the condom onto Miguel’s cock smoothly, eyes locked onto his prize. He shifted forward, guiding the other man inside as he slowly sank down onto his cock. Inch by searing inch, Hobie pressed Miguel deeper inside, groaning as the older man gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises and threw his head back, hissing, feral. He kept his control though, hips rock solid and still as he let Hobie set the pace.
It didn’t take long for Hobie to fully seat himself, shivering lightly as he enjoyed the stretch. Miguel, gasping, looked up at him and he smiled down, cupping his cheek. Miguel turned and kissed his palm tenderly, carefully. Something about it made Hobie take pause but he wasn’t able to think for long when he felt Miguel’s hands dig into his hips again and then he was pressing up and even deeper, practically knocking the breath out of him for a moment before Miguel was sliding him back up, taking control. Hobie fell forward lightly onto Miguel’s chest, gyrating his hips in time with the larger man’s thrusts eagerly.
“Fuck!” Miguel snapped as he felt Hobie sink his teeth into the skin just below his collarbone. His cock twitched and Hobie let out a muffled groan against his chest, shoving his hips down roughly. “H-Hobie I- I’m gonna c-cu-” He shuddered and hissed on the word as he felt Hobie begin to shiver, pleasure radiating through his body in intense vibration.
“Yeah, yeah fuck!” he cried out, grinding his hips down firmly and nearly sobbing with his own release as he felt Miguel twitch, shoving into him deeper and deeper; rhythmically as he rode it out..
As Miguel stilled, Hobie let himself go lax, resting his head on the larger man’s chest as he closed his eyes and caught his breath. A warm, reassuring weight settled across his back and he fell into a deep sleep.