Ryan lay against a pile of gym mats, close to passing out. Bob had thrown him down threatening to “fuck him into the floor,” and Bob had certainly carried that threat through.
“Oh, Bob… Fuck… Bob.” Ryan was moaning as Bob rammed in and out off him roughly. His legs were over Bob’s shoulders, and Bob was holding him down by pinning his hands to the mat.
Ryan had lost count of the amount of times he had came but when Bob lowered his head and bit into his exposed belly he came for the last time. For a moment he swooned under Bob, only coming round when he felt Bob coming deep inside him.
He lay there limply, as Bob picked up their clothes. There was a part of Bob that wanted to cuddle with Ryan but seeing as they were in the school gym, someone sooner or later would come in.
Bob grinned as he picked up Ryan’s t-shirt. He had pretty much ripped it to bits so he picked up his own hoodie and threw it at Ryan.
“Sorry babe, but you're going to have to wear that, your t-shirt is fucked.” Bob grinned, watching Ryan pull the hoodie on. He liked to see Ryan wearing his clothes, Bob loved the way they swamped Ryan’s petite frame.
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Mikey smiled as he saw Gabe Saporta walking down the corridor, he looking down and smiling shyly as Gabe stopped in front of him. There were only two teachers in the school that were also vampires, and Gabe Saporta was one of them.
“Hello Mikey. How’s my favorite student today?” Gabe said, looking down at Mikey.
“Gabe, how can I be your favorite when you don’t even teach me?” Mikey said, looking down coyly as he leaned back against the wall, the teacher smiling and placing his hand above Mikey’s head, leaning forward.
“I don’t have to teach you for you to be a favorite Mikey. Why don’t you come along to one of my lessons your brother aced? He was one of my best students.” Gabe said, lowering his hand onto Mikey’s shoulder and lightly squeezing.
“Gabe, I’m a fertile…” Mikey giggled, loving the feeling of Gabe’s hand on him.
“I know you’re a fertile… And what a pretty one." Mikey rolled his eyes but he loved every minute of Gabe flirting with him.
“Gabe, fertiles don’t take lessons in advanced torture. If you wanted to teach me, you should have been a art teacher.” Mikey grinned, ducking under Gabe’s arm and walking off. He was aware the Gabe was watching him, and as he turned back he saw Gabe running his tongue over his fanged teeth.
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