Morning Wood

Mid-morning light poured in through the giant bay windows of the Ravenclaw boys dorm, bathing the two spooning boys. Zayne stretched a little, waking up slowly to notice something slightly amiss... A distinct hardness rubbing against his backside.
He glanced around the room; Kayleb had alreasy left for morning meditation or kung fu or someother... A sleepy smile spread across Zayne's face. They had the room to themselves. At first ideas of simply cuddling the saturday morning away crossed his mind, but soon they turned slightly more lewd. Michael seemed to have not caught on to his little idea yet, despite his obvious agreeance with it. Zayne adjusted himself, shifting purposly against Michael's hardness. Michael's response, though silent, was immediate. He wrapped his arms around Zayne, pulling him tighter against his chest. The hands wandered a little more slowly than usual, But Zayne didn't mind... It felt good. Michael's hips were startting to move too: a little clumsily, but his intent was unmistakeable... And his aim was getting better. The heat rose in Zayne's body, feeling more and more intense. And Michael barely had to do anything. Zayne pushed back against him, asking silently for more. Michael's breath came closer on the back of his neck, and his hips thrust more insistantly; Michael's hands were firmly in place on his body, not willing to move for something even as vital as adjusting.
Zayne could feel his blush rising.. It was like Michael was making him ask for it. And somehow in the silence, it felt that much more intimate. He reached behind himself, adjusting Michael's aim.
Michael thrust forward, groaning as he sunk deep into Zayne's body. Zayne's own breath stopped, and the moment was crystal clear as it always was.
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Michael's shallow humping grew more intense, as if he refused to be separated from the other boy in even the slightest. His chest was hard and hot against Zayne's back, and Zayne cried out freely while his body was ravaged. The hot length inside him had become his entire awareness, his entire world, and nothing beyond that pleasure could pierce the fog. His moans were alien to his own ears. One harder thrust and Michael stilled. For a second there was nothing... Then the warm burst. Zayne shuddered and moaned as it filled him. Michael's hand around his cock tightened, and Zayne felt his own forced release spurt across his thigh.
Michael's grip on his body remained too tight to move, so Zayne found himself simply basking in the afterglow and reveling at the sensation of being filled.

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Zayne leaned over the sink, having a hard time keeping the grin off his face as he brushed his teeth. He decided morning sex was going to have to be a new tradition. Michael stumbled into the bathroom with an expression that seemed to agree with his sentiment. Michael wrapped his arms around Zayne, holding his body tightly against him and rubbing his still-hard erection into the back of Zayne's leg.
"mornin' baby..." His hands wandered down Zayne's stomach, rubbing suggestively against his crotch. Zayne grinned and squirmed playfully.
"Again already?" Michael's movement slowed.
"Wha?" It was only then Zayne realised how groggy Michael sounded, especially after what they'de done.. "Again?... I just woke up. I 'aven't done you yet.." Michael continued to grope him playfully, and Zayne could feel Michael's sleepy, only half awake grin against his shoulder. He probed the link, finding Michael too tired to be confused, and very very honest. Zayne paled.
"...You're kidding."