Pete took in the sight above him. Mike's eyes sparkling with excitement even as his pupils were dilated with lust. A seductive smirk playfully adorned his features as he looked down at the goth like a predator watching its prey. Pete's eyes trailed down the toned torso, past the bellybutton piercing, following the trail of hair beneath before his gaze landed on the noticeable bulge in Mike's jeans. His own erection twitched and he hoped the other teen didn't feel his excitement. His cheeks burned as his eyes darted back up to Mike's face and he tried to match his playful expression. Fuck he's so fucking hot.

The exchange lasted only a second or two but Pete felt like he'd been staring for hours.

Finally, Mike leaned down and gently pecked Pete's lips before moving to continue the assault on his neck.

Softly, he scraped his teeth across the sensitive skin, earning a breathy moan from the red head. For a while he just nibbled at the skin there, teasing gently. When he decided to suck the skin harshly and nip it with his teeth, Pete couldn't stop himself from pushing his hips up against Mike's, the attention on his neck making his erection throb and tingle. "M-Mike stop" He groaned out, feeling embarrassingly close to painting his jeans white.

Mike felt his cheeks colour and also let out a soft moan at Pete's accidental grinding. He subconsciously pushed his own hips down, "feels good Pete" he moaned needily.

Oh god I'm too close for this fuck, but shit it feels so good.

Pete hooked one of his legs over Mike's hip causing their erections to rub together harder. They both panted heavily against each other's mouths, kissing between breaths as Mike started moving faster. "F-fuck Pete I'm gonna c-cum in my jeans if we don't stop" he said semi frantically. Pete moaned at the thought of Mike cumming.

"M-me too, I'm really close" he managed to say.

Neither of them wanted to stop but neither of them wanted cold cum drying in their pants.

"Ah fuck it" Pete said before quickly reaching between them to unbutton his jeans. Mike watched with wide eyes and red cheeks as Pete shuffled his jeans down revealing his tight boxers which did nothing to hide his erection. "..You?" He asked nervously.

Mike nodded and shakily began unzipping his own jeans, he tugged them down to his knees and slowly moved forwards again, not entirely sure what to do.

Pete smirked but couldn't hide his eagerness as he pulled Mike's hips down with one hand and with the other pulled the fronts of both their boxers down before gripping their erections together and beginning to rub them.

Both boys groaned loudly at the firm friction and Mike's hips jerked involuntarily.

Shit fuck I'm gonna cum first, I can't believe I'm touching Mike's dick, it's so big and hot and fuck this feels good. Wait what's that?The goths eyes wandered briefly over Mike's hips as he noticed what looked to be silver on each hip. He didn't have enough time to wonder because the sight of their dicks rubbing together was almost too much for him.

Pete tried desperately to hold out as long as he could, watching pleasured facial expressions dance across his lover's face. His hand began moving faster as he felt Mike humping in time with the movement. He felt his balls tighten as he was about to cum but before he could he felt something hot spray all over his stomach as Mike moaned loudly above him "C-cumming! Fuck!" He quickly looked up at Mike and saw his face contorted in pleasure before his vision blurred and he felt his own release add to the mess on his stomach. He groaned loudly and tossed his head back as his hand slowed to a stop on both of them.

Both teens tried to catch their breath as they stared at one another with matching expressions; a mixture of shock and bliss.

Mike looked down at Pete's dishevelled appearance, his hair was a mess, his face was red, his lips swollen and his chest and stomach covered in their mixed cum. He almost got hard again at the sight.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing and post orgasmic bliss, Mike dragged himself away from his not boyfriend and quickly fastened his jeans back up before grabbing a clean shirt from his drawers and sheepishly holding it out towards Pete.

"Y-your shirt kinda needs washing" he laughed timidly, now beginning to feel embarrassed.

Pete looked down at his soiled shirt and somehow managed to manoeuvre it over his head without getting anything on himself. "Uh thanks" he mumbled, pulling the clean shirt over his head. It was bigger than his own and hung mid thigh on him, a simple black t shirt with spiderwebs patterned over it, he was secretly happy to be wearing Mike's shirt.

He climbed to his feet and, noticing that Mike was spiraling into embarrassment and worry, he decided he had to be the braver of the two and gently took the tallers hand.

"Hey" he said softly, Mike turned towards him finally, his face completely red. "That was good" Pete offered, hoping Mike didn't regret it or worse, think Pete regretted it.

His face relaxed slightly, "really Good" he grinned, finally back to normal.

Pete pulled him into a hug and nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent. "Why are you embarrassed?" He asked softly into Mike's neck.

Mike was grateful they weren't facing one another, "...just cos of how fast I was I guess.." He mumbled shyly.

Pete chuckled and rolled his eyes, "We basically finished at the same time, if you're embarrassed then I should be too" he joked, lightening the mood.

They pulled apart and looked at each other's faces. "Y'know, you're really fucking hot Mike".

"You're ten times sexier, you don't know how close I was just from biting your neck and hearing you moan" Mike replied, biting his lip at the memory. He glanced down towards Pete's neck and his eyes widened.

Pete cocked an eyebrow, "what?", Mike covered his mouth and giggled to himself before pushing Pete towards the bathroom and standing him in front of the mirror.

Pete took in his appearance. Wow I look fucked. His hair was almost sticking straight up and his makeup was smudged out of place, he looked worse than Mike. His eyes then darted to his neck which was now covered in angry red marks.

"Fuck Dracula you really did a number on me" he commented, leaning closer to the mirror and running his fingers across his neck.

Mike looked slightly worried, "is-is it alright?" He fidgeted with his fingers.

Pete smirked, "I don't give a fuck what others think and it felt fucking great, yes it's alright"

Mike blushed and smiled. "Henrietta is gonna have a fucking stroke when she sees this".