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Kevin sighed as he made his way into the dorm room, dropping his bag and kicking his shoes off by the door. He was exhausted - in fact that was an understatement. He had been going non stop the entire week: practice, classes, studying, and now it was finally friday night. The plan was to go out to Eden’s, to unwind after the long week, but Andrew had cancelled at the last minute and said that something had come up.
Kevin wasn’t that put out, they would have other chances to go to Eden’s, and the rest of the dorm had ended up going to a party on one of the other floors, so it meant that Kevin had the place to himself.
That’s why when he turned around and found Andrew curled up on the dorm couch he was confused to say the least.
‘Andrew?’ Kevin asked, ‘You said something came up tonight and you couldn't go to Eden’s, what are you doing here?’
‘What does it look like?’ Andrew spat at him, and when Kevin took a step back and really took a look at Andrew on the couch he understood. The hot water bottle on his stomach, the pain medication sleeves strewn across the coffee table with a glass of water next to it; it painted a picture that Kevin was all too familiar with seeing from Andrew once a month.
‘Your period?’ Kevin asked softly, he pushed the contents littered across the coffee table to the side as he took a seat in front of Andrew, studying the blonde's features. His brows were pinched in discomfort and he groaned into the pillow, and Kevin was overcome with a feeling of uselessness, he couldn't just let Andrew lay here and suffer. ‘What can I do to help?’
Andrew barked a laugh, ‘Last time I checked, Kevin, you can’t magically make my uterus disappear. Unless you can give me orgasms I don’t think there is much you can do to help me.’ Kevin’s ears perked up at that.
‘I could do that,’ he said quietly, barely above a whisper, and Andrew looked at him with raised eyebrows.
‘Kevin, I get that we’ve hooked up before, but fucking on my period is completely different, you understand that, right?’
‘I don't care,’ Kevin said hastily, ‘Do you have condoms?’
Andrew let out a laugh with an air of disbelief as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked Kevin in the eyes. ‘My bedside table, grab some towels too.’
Kevin jumped to his feet, his cock already hardening in his shorts as he ran back to the door and turned the lock; the others shouldn't be back for a few hours still. It didn't take him long to find the condoms and grab the towels from the bathroom cabinet, and by the time he made it back to the couch Andrew had already slipped off his sweats and was waiting in just his hoodie and his panties.
‘How are we doing this?’ Kevin breathed as he sat down on the couch next to the blonde, Andrew shrugged in response.
‘However you want to, just get on with it.’
Kevin’s lips crashed into Andrew’s without a moment to spare. The kiss was heated and eager as Kevin followed Andrew down onto the cushions of the couch; he could tell just how desperate he was, and the last thing Kevin wanted to do was keep him waiting for the relief he so badly craved.
He let his fingers loop into the straps of Andrew’s panties that hugged his hips sinfully, and he slowly pulled them down his legs until he could maneuver them over and off of his ankles. Andrew gasped when Kevin grabbed the underside of Andrew’s thighs and pushed them to his chest, getting a good look at what he was working with.
Everything was red , his shaved pussy looking puffy and so needy as his hole clenched around nothing. A trickle of blood spilled from his hole and started to drip down his ass, and Andrew immediately hissed, ‘Towel, I don't want to ruin the fucking couch!’
Kevin shook himself out of the trance he found himself in and tucked the towel under Andrew’s ass, but as soon as he was sure the material was protecting the couch he continued to look his fill.
‘Gonna stare at it all day? Or are you actually gonna help me?’
Kevin groaned, feeling like he was incapable of forming sentences at this moment in time. He quickly rid himself of his shorts and ripped the condom open with his teeth and rolled it over his already sensitive cock. He leaned forward, letting the tip drag through Andrew’s messy folds, smearing blood all over Andrew and himself.
‘Can I?’ Kevin whispered, using all of his strength to keep from sinking into his tight heat.
‘Yeah,’ Andrew said, ‘but be gentle, you are trying to take the pain away, not make it worse.’
Kevin nodded obediently before lining himself up with Andrew’s still clenching hole, and he nearly cried when he slowly sunk inside. Heat engulfed him, the feeling starting in his cock and spreading all over his body until he was fully seated inside of Andrew. The other’s back was already arched, gasping as Kevin filled him up to the brim.
Kevin moved without permission, his hips rutting as if they had a mind of their own, but the whimpers that left Andrew’s mouth at the action told Kevin that it must have been okay. He kept Andrew’s legs pinned to his chest, making sure that he could keep looking at the mess between Andrew’s legs. His cock slipped out of Andrew’s tight cunt covered in red, and Kevin groaned as he slowly pushed it back inside, feeling some sort of sick satisfaction of seeing Andrew smeared across him, like he was marked as his.
‘How does it feel, Andrew? Does that feel good? Tell me it feels good,’ Kevin babbled as his thrusts sped up ever so slightly; he looked up to study Andrew’s face and found his mouth dropped open in pleasure and his eyes shut tight.
‘So good, Kevi, it’s so good, feel you so fucking deep, don’t stop-’ Andrew gripped the arm of the couch above his head when Kevin changed the angle slightly, and the sound caused a shock of arousal to shoot through him.
‘Never,’ Kevin whimpered, his voice high and needy as he fucked Andrew like his life depended on it, ‘I’ll do this as often as you want, whenever you need it, use me.’
‘Good fucking boy,’ Andrew groaned, ‘You know what you could do? Take the condom off, come in me. If you knock me up I wouldn't have to worry about this for another nine months.’
‘Oh fuck, ‘Drew-’ Kevin’s hips stuttered, trying his best to keep his pace steady but failing miserably.
‘Yeah? Would you like that? Coming in me and knocking me up? Breeding me?’
‘Not gonna last, oh my god Drew- Need to make you come-’
‘Then do it,’ Andrew said, and Kevin’s hand moved in a blur to Andrew’s clit, jerking him off at a reckless and uncoordinated pace; Andrew’s back arched off the couch at the rough treatment, but Kevin used his free hand to grab onto his waist and keep him still.
‘Come on my cock, ‘Drew- Need it, need you to come on me, need to make you feel good, wanna make you come, Andrew-’
‘Kevin-’ Andrew cried as his body went tense, and Kevin couldn't stave off his own release any longer. He practically sobbed at the feeling of Andrew’s walls working him through his release, milking him of everything that he had.
‘Yes yes yes, like that, so good Drew- God your cunt is incredible, I love it so much-’ Kevin babbled as his orgasm started to taper off. They landed in a heap on the couch, both of them gasping for breath and holding on like if they let go the other might disappear.
‘We need to clean up, we are fucking disgusting,’ Andrew said, his voice muffled by Kevin’s chest on top of him.
‘I know,’ Kevin replied, ‘But let's just stay here a little bit longer.’