The Better Offer
They hit the wall with such force it knocked the air from his lungs, but he didn't let it faze him, simply smiled and raked his short nails through Tony's hair, pulling the taller boy closer and nipping at his bottom lip.
Tony hitched in a breath, his fingers swiftly working on buttons, zips and buckles, eyes darkening, burning, intense indigo.
'Oh, fuck me…' his words escaped on a sigh.
'That was the plan,' their reply sarcastic.
Silence… then moans, giggles, sighs, a crash as they span away from the wall and fell into one of the desks.
The usual.