He knew exactly how he got in this pediment. It was all her fault really. Brushing against him with those tiny shorts on. She knew exactly what it would do to him and that's exactly why she did it. She had these days where all she did was torture him with her amazing legs and firm little ass. Don't get him wrong, he's definitely not upset by any of this at all.
Quite the opposite in fact. He was currently leaning against the wall of an empty classroom while Maka's hand teased the growing bulge in his shorts. "Ya know, this is kind of indecent.." She gave a firm squeeze to his shaft, "Should probably work on that."
Soul's mind blanked when she began nibbling along his jaw line. It was weirdly erotic to feel the heat of her hand through the semi-silky fabric of his gym shorts but he wanted more. "Hey, we can get rid of the shorts now, yeah?"
His partner hummed in thought as she drug her teeth along his neck, "Mm, nah. I say we keep them on. I like the way it looks." She leaned back, pulling her hand away slightly. "They look good." She studied him for a moment. He was flushed and sweaty but not just from arousal. Maybe she should have let him take a shower. But he would have changed and then it all would have been fruitless.
"I don't see how keeping them on will work." He tugged on the sides of the shorts, inching them down a little before she grabbed his wrists. "Ma-kah! Please!" The scythe tried, in vain of course, to pull at them once more but his meister would have none of it.
"You have to work for it, Soul." She practically purred. Maka tugged him over to the desk, quickly hopping up on it. He watched as she spread her legs invitingly. "Come here." Soul moved to stand between them, eagerly waiting for her next order.
She told him to lean down so like a good scythe, he did. She pressed her lips to his and wrapped her legs around his waist. He decided to tease her a little and slowly rubbed himself against her. The sound of her breathless gasps urging him to move faster and harder. He was starting to feel something wet and he knew it wasn't the only one being affected by all this teasing.
Somewhere along the line, he forgot he was teasing. His thrusts got harder and faster to the same tempo of Maka's rising voice. Her nails drug down his back, catching on his shirt as he pressed his head into her shoulder. Soul can practically feel Maka's orgasm building. Just a few mo-
The class bell rang and Maka hopped off the desk. "You better change quickly or you will be late for class and I'll have to chop you~" She sing-songed while straightening her clothes. Soul watched her walk away as he stood completely still.
He's going to get her for this when they get home.
He's going to get her so hard her mother will feel it.
AN: LALALALA Needed to crank something out. So have this.