You press your fingers deeply into his soft flesh, gripping him by the hips, pulling skin flush against your own. You run your tongue through the canyon of his shoulder blades, up the column of his neck until your nose brushes his dark hair.
He's the captain of the Hyoutei tennis team, strong leader, gifted player… a presence that commands the following of more than two hundred students. You just like tennis.
He moans. A hot puff of breath against your neck. Sweat runs down his chest, nipples erect under your fingers, under your mouth. His leg wraps over yours, briefly locking you down, but your laid back personality doesn't come with you to bed.
He's the Student Council President. Involved, caring, commanding. His grades are effortlessly perfect and his voice can't be silenced. He's respected by students and faculty alike. Your grades are okay, but you prefer sleeping to studying.
His legs are long, leanly muscled. His feet narrow and finely arched followed by long calves and slightly bony knees, one scarred from surgery. His thighs quiver from the strain of pressing against you, they are the centre of his power and speed on court. You run the flat of your hand along the inside of his thighs, the trembling more pronounced as you reach the sensitive skin of his groin.
He's rich. A son of an important family. He makes alliances not friendships and deals instead of pacts. He is charismatic and unstoppable and that's is what they all need to believe. Your only social alliances are the people you consider reasonable pillow substitutes.
But…
You are the only one who can touch him. Press his knees towards his chest, fold his body under you. Grip his hardness in your hand. You hear him cry out in pleasure, whisper your name. Inhale the musk of his body, taste the sharp tang of his flesh.
He tries to hide his face. To cover himself from scrutiny, but you love to watch him give into feelings, abandon control.
You collapse, crushing him beneath you with a grunt, his arms wrap fiercely around your shoulders as your eyes slide closed. He'll let you stay for awhile, covering his body. He'll wait until you're sleeping, kiss your forehead, and slide out from beneath you.
You'll sleep, he'll sit beside you, naked, and study. His moment of abandonment over, normal life reasserting control. Until the next time.