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Scarab’s eye twitched as he glanced at the clock. 12:45 AM on a Thursday night. Against the wall facing his desk the thmp thmp thmp of some tacky pop song could be heard. He glared at the white wall and took his hands off his keyboard, watching the screen of his laptop reverberate slightly with each pulse of the beat. Ridiculous. He heaved a frustrated sigh and pushed his glasses down a bit to pinch the bridge of his nose. This was the third party this month that his next-door neighbor had so rudely decided to throw and Scarab was at his wits end.
Midterms were coming. He was up to his ass in essays. Exams were looming around the corner. Sleep was already a luxury Scarab did without often. These days, when he did get the chance to shut his eyes, metric data swam in the dark behind his lids. As the clock flashed to 1 AM he stood up from his desk and groaned. He couldn’t study any longer, his head was pounding and there was no point in sleeping. Who knew when the noise would end. Scarab deeply regretted electing to stay in the dorms this year. What was with the people at this school? Did anyone else actually want to graduate or was it just him?
Scarab was only in his second year at OooU but he was already longing for the day he'd walk the graduation stage and leave all the lesser beings behind. Working towards his BA in actuarial science, it didn’t take much time for him to rise up the ranks academically. Scarab was astute, diligent, and ever eager to learn. However his disposition, sharp teeth and tongue, led many of his peers to consider him cold. Needless to say, he had not been extended an invitation to any of these flagrant parties. Not that he cared, he didn’t have the time for them anyway.
Pacing for a moment in the dark, Scarab recalled what happened the last time he tried to go over and politely ask his neighbor to keep it down. He could still hear the rattling of the wood as they slammed the door in his face and the chorus of laughter that followed. Well, if they weren’t going to listen to him maybe they would listen to someone else. Tugging his robe tight to his chest Scarab sighed and turned the door handle to his room and stepped out into the hallway. He winced at the brightness of the fluorescent lights and the increase in volume as he left his safe haven. Glancing in both directions he locked his eyes on the end of the hall opposite him, a sign dangling above the furthest door reading ‘RA Residence.’ Perfect .
Locking his door with a soft click, Scarab nimbly walked, the soft padding of his red slipper’s in stark contrast with the dark carpeted floors. After quickly reaching his destination, Scarab hesitated, hand placed judgingly on his hip and observed the array of art that littered the RA’s door. In garish, neon bubble letters the door read “Prismo’s Pad” with a white board underneath saying “Welcome Dudes! Come on in!” Several comments and doodles were scribbled around the white board and Scarab sighed for what felt like the 15th time that night. Was he really going to tattle on his schoolmates like a child? Whatever , Scarab pushed the thought aside in favor of remembering the half-written paper awaiting him.
With a decisive knock, Scarab rapped his knuckles against the door and waited. Nothing. Tapping his foot impatiently, he knocked again with a bit more confidence and huffed when he heard the muffled “Oh-! One sec-!” from behind the door. Shifting his weight, Scarab backed up, watching the doorknob turn and felt his confidence wane a bit. He scanned his head up high to make eye contact with the figure in the entryway.
Bright, curious, blue eyes peered down at him, framed by a few tendrils of pink curls, the rest swept up in a fluffy man bun. Scarab felt his stomach flip. The figure, presumed to be Prismo, leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed and flashed a smile that was bright enough to make Scarab’s headache throb again. A single earring dangled off one of his earlobes and a golden hoop shined on his nose. Scarab tried not to gawk as he noticed a matching hoop on the man’s left nipple. Shirtless, his chest had a smattering of freckles that trailed down into a pair of gray sweatpants that hung temptingly low on his hips. Scarab snapped his eyes back up to focus on the matter at hand and swallowed, steadying his voice.
“You are aware of when quiet hours start, correct? That’s part of your job description as Resident Advisor, to be aware of such things, is it not?” he said, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. Trying to sound authoritative and accusational, he eyed Prismo up and down in a way he hoped was intimidating. Prismo cocked his head to the side in thought and Scarab watched his smile tinge with a bit of confusion before glancing behind himself to look at the clock on the wall with some sense of realization.
“Whoa, Oh man- is it already passed 1 again?” Prismo groaned, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. “Sorry man, times really gettin’ away from me these days, between classes and streams, cant tell whats up or down!” Primso blathered on, “There was this one time- my friend Cosmo- Great guy- he had to remind me what day it was because I’d stayed up for 2 nights for this team event that dropped and everything got allllll blurry in the timeline. I swear, it felt like I was in two places at once. But, what can ya do ya know?” Prismo rambled animatedly and scratched at the patch of facial hair on his cheek, eyes trailing off somewhere into space.
“Aaaanyways, what can I do for you at this hour?” Prismo smiled again and flicked his attention back down to look at fuming golden eyes, taking note of the tasty bit of leg that was peeking out delicately behind a thin, satin red robe. Yum.
“What can you do for me?” Scarab scoffed, irritation from lack of sleep cutting into his voice. “Can’t you hear with those ears on your head? Listen to how loud the music is over there!” he gestured to the other end of the hall. “It’s past quiet hours and some of us need to sleep or study. What you can do for me is your job and make them keep it down. ” Scarab hissed, his finger connecting firmly to the center of the RA’s chest.
Blinking in surprise at the shrill and harsh words that felt much larger than the person saying them, Prismo leaned down to view the fuming creature head-on. He placed his hand over the accusatory finger, giving it a little squeeze before easily pushing it aside.
“Hey dude-! I’m sorry bout the noise, sound gets pretty drowned out when I'm in my room. I put up some sound-proofing stuff for my streams and it's been stellar for the quality!” Prismo mused, looming his head out of the doorframe and into Scarab’s space, as if to listen in on the sounds.
Scarab picked up the subtle scent of pine and blackberries while trying to keep his gaze off the distractingly flashy hoop on Prismo’s chest.
“But hey ya know, some people really need to let off steam around this time of year. Stress can build up if you don’t let it out you know.” the RA said with a blasé wave of his hand, “I’m trying to cut everyone a little slack with cutoff times until the semester ends cuz I'mma cool guy like that. Sooo.. do you think you could uh-... maybe be a little cooler about it too?” he finished, fluttering his lashes as if he were giving Scarab his best puppy dog pout.
Cooler? Cooler? Scarab could feel his patience running low and reflexively tensed his fingers before counting down from five in his head, gaze thinning into one of reproach.
“What a luxury it must be, to be able to neglect one's responsibilities and hide away behind a door.” Voice dripping with mirth Scarab continued, “however, I do not believe Residence Management would approve of your slack as you so deftly put it and I do believe if I hear one more shitty Chris Brown song tonight, I’ll be coming back to tear down your sound-proofing set-up myself so we can all enjoy it together. So, I suggest you find a solution that’s to my satisfaction. Does that sound cool enough for you, Prrrismo?”
Whoa . This guy was intense and feisty. Prismo could get into that. He knew he should be taking the shorter man’s threats a bit more seriously, but it was hard to think far past the tantalizing amount of milky white skin that was exposing itself with each sharp word. With a lopsided grin, Prismo slid his hand up to adjust Scarab’s robe back onto his shoulder, as if to be helpful, before nudging him forward in a friendly manner.
“Okay okay, I can tell you’re a man of solid convictions so how about we come to some sort of a compromise~ ” Prismo cajoled, and with the back of his foot he kicked his door open to give Scarab a view before ushering him into the space, tutting over the squawks of protest, and shutting the door with a click.
The instant hush that fell over Scarab was ineffable as he looked around his new environment. The scent of pine and incense was pleasant on his nose. The white walls of the dorm had been painted a vibrant yellow with string lights hanging from the ceiling in a soft glow, making the room feel warm. Soft curtains of varying fabrics had been stapled in an overlapping prism of colors, bouncing the ambient light across the room. Several bean bag chairs that could swallow Scarab whole sat in one corner and the window sill had been DIY’d into a small nook for sitting. An incense burner was lazily pouring smoke out the open window on the ledge and it smelled of fennel and earth.
Scarab noted that the RA must not have a roommate, as he had taken to pushing the two available beds together to make a larger one. The pillows and sheets were a shade of pink similar to Prismo’s hair color and Scarab could tell how soft the sheets would feel just by looking at them. The walls behind the bed and desk were padded with the aforementioned sound-proofing foam and it looked as though flecks of white and yellow paint had been added to mimic a starry night sky. The elaborate computer set-up along the desk was the only other light in the room and Scarab couldn’t help but feel the tension leave his shoulders at the frankly comforting atmosphere.
“So, welcome to where the magic happens.” Prismo said with a dramatic wiggle of his fingers. “I figured since it’s so loud by you right now, why don’t you hang out in here with me for a little bit until the party’s over? You can study, or watch tv, or sleep. Place is perfect for catching some shut eye.” he said, walking over to sit at the desk.
"Pretty sweet right? Can barely hear what’s goin’ on out there! Doesn’t help with the whole losing sense of time and reality thing I’ve got goin on, but it’s nice. Spent a lot of time fixing it up to my liking.” Prismo gestured for the red robed man to take his pick of the various options of seating before continuing. Scarab didn’t move, still analyzing his surroundings.
“Can I get you something? Coffee? Vodka? …Maybe some weed?” Prismo pondered for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, you seem like the type of guy that needs to chill a bit dude.” The RA slid open one of his desk drawers and pulled out a tray with what Scarab surmised was a grinder and some rolling papers.
Scarab wasn’t sure what possessed him to stay. Perhaps it was the fact that the throbbing in his head had dulled down to a low ache, as he soaked in the peace and quiet he had been longing for. Maybe it was the pleasant aroma that seemed to surround the space of this enigmatic man in front of him. Whatever it was, Scarab found himself wandering over to sit down at the window. He scoffed, crossing one foot over the other with a haughty expression.
“ I'm sorry , is this a practical joke? Academia is hardly the time nor the place to chill, and any intention I have of staying will cease at once if you call me dude one more time. The name is Scarab.”
Prismo looked up from his task at the desk of rolling and flashed a 1000-watt grin, eyes lowering in a teasing manner.
“ Scarab huh..” Tasting how it sounded on his tongue. “That’s an interesting name. Regal. Think I’ll call ya Scrabby for short, since we're getting to know eachother better! I guess you already know my name, on the door and all- but you can call me whatever you want while we're hanging out together cutie” Prismo said with a wink before joining him at the window, lighter in hand.
Scarab felt his eye twitch at the nickname but brushed past it in favor of focusing on the latter comment. Now that was absolutely ludicrous. It was one thing to slack off on the job, another to have substances on campus grounds so blatantly, but to top it off- was the advisor actually flirting with Scarab? And so brazenly at that. Scarab ignored the creep of red that began to cover his cheeks.
“You’re a terrible RA Prismo,” Scarab said flatly, “I ought to get you fired for your blatant negligence and disrespect of the rules..have you no concern or shame? We just met, I could report you or get you kicked off campus and yet you’re welcoming me in and offering me drugs?”
With a roll of his shoulders Prismo shrugged. A lackadaisical smile still on his face as he sized the other up and down.
“I’ve already got one foot out the door of this place man, job already lined up as soon as I get that diploma. Not to burst your bubble or anything but the higher ups aren't as uppity as you might think. Besides...” he paused, bringing the joint up to his mouth, sparking it, puffing, and taking a slow, heavy drag before exhaling out the window. “Something tells me that you really need this and it may be more fun convincing you not to report me.”
Scarab watched the smoke slip out of the opening in the window as it left Prismo’s mouth. It swirled into the cold night air outside and Scarab gave a weary sigh in some sense of defeat. He was tired, stressed beyond belief, and despite his better judgment, enjoying the attention and clear interest he was receiving from Prismo.
“...You’re lucky I'm so exhausted that I'll humor your miserable attempts at flattery, or bribery, or whatever your true intention is….” He held his hand out expectantly to take the joint and Prismo looked back at him with a flash of surprise before his blue eyes sparkled with amusement and passed it over.
Scarab hadn’t ever smoked weed before. Not that he was going to give Prismo the satisfaction of knowing that. It couldn't be that much different than a cigarette though he thought, and Scarab had sucked down a guilty amount of those since beginning his studies at OooU. Besides, who did this guy think he was anyway? Acting like he knew Scarab enough to comment on his stress levels.
Snatching the offending item out of Prismo’s hand, Scarab brought the joint up to his mouth and sucked inward, feeling the harsh pull of smoke tickle in the back of his throat before hacking out a wet cough. That did not taste anything like a cigarette. Scarab’s face twisted in disgust as he sputtered. Next to him, Prismo gave a knowing chuckle and patted his back gently before settling into a soothing rubbing motion.
"Easy there tiger, you don't gotta inhale that deep, here-" Prismo plucked the joint from Scarab's hold with one hand, keeping his other fixed to Scarabs back and brought the tip back up to his lips in demonstration. Taking one, two, three puffs in quick succession before letting the smoke out in a rush of breath, “like that” Prismo said. Scarab's eyes lingered on the wisps of smoke escaping from behind lips that looked quite soft and tried to ignore the electric sensation that was happening where Prismo's fingertips were rubbing.
"I knew that-! I was just distracted momentarily, let me try again" Scarab said with a huff, placing one of his hands on Prismo's knee, snatching the joint, and copying the inhale he observed Prismo take. This time, when the smoke poured into his mouth he ignored the burning sensation it left in his lungs and focused instead on holding it in as long as he could before exhaling out another round of undignified coughs. Scarab blinked through a couple tears beading at his eyes and thumped his chest trying to catch his breath and Prismo continued to rub soothing circles onto his back.
The upperclassmen snickered good naturedly next to him. "Yeah man..you're a reallll natural." He teased, eyes slightly hazy as he plucked the joint back.
After recovering from his coughing fit, Scarab noticed that his headache had begun to fog over, replaced with a blanketing dizzy feeling. He felt his head fall to rest gently against Prismo's shoulder, the sensation of weightlessness starting to sink in. Scarab let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and closed his eyes for a moment. He felt the additional tension ebb away from his muscles and focused his attention once more on the soothing sensation of Prismo's warm fingertips pressing against the fabric on his back.
He absently noted the way his body felt pressed closer to Prismo's. Part of his robe had slipped off his shoulder again during his coughing fit and he felt his skin tingle at the points it brushed against Prismo’s bare skin, like he was equal parts floating and tethered to the warmth it brought. He then tilted his head up, fluttering his eyes open and felt his breath hitch momentarily as gold locked with blue. Prismo's gaze was unwavering on him and Scarab felt hot underneath it. Resisting the urge to squirm, Scarab held firm until Prismo murmured,
"You know..you're pretty cute for someone trying to get me fired.. and red is a very tempting color on you." The hand that had been tracing circles on his back had drifted slightly to thumb at his hip and Scarab could feel the involuntary blush washing over him at the bold compliment.
“Y-You can cease this line of mockery any time now Prismo.” Scarab felt the temperature of the room getting hotter and he was starting to wonder if it was just from the weed.
"Who says I’m mocking you? I meant it.” Eyes full of too much sincerity, Prismo tilted his head to the side.
“Wanna try a more fun way to smoke? I know how to make it taste better for you." There was something suggestive in Prismo's tone, but Scarab found the scale of his rationality was slowly zeroing out and he dumbly shook his head in agreement.
“Alright, just relax then sweetheart,” with the nod of approval Prismo took a long drag from the joint, longer than the previous hits, before setting it down on the incense burner. He then brought a warm hand up to caress Scarab's cheek and Scarab watched the distance between them shorten until no space was left. Suddenly Prismo’s lips were touching his softly. Scarab parted his mouth in slight surprise before parting them further, remembering the instruction to remain relaxed and felt the stream of smoke filter into his mouth.
His breath hitched again under Prismo’s approving gaze and he closed his eyes, head buzzing pleasantly. He brought a hand up to press against Prismo’s chest, pawing at it. Though it only lasted seconds Scarab felt time melt away. Unfortunately, his lungs were protesting back in reality and he had to pull away with a shuddering exhale. The smoke hazily swirled between their open mouths for another moment as their glassy eyes locked again in a heated stare.
Then in an instant, both of Prismo’s hands were on him. One cupping his neck and the other on his back, pulling him in flush for a heated kiss and Scarab surrendered himself to it. A soft moan trickling out of his mouth as he felt Prismo’s tongue slyly slip in to play with his, and he allowed it. Scarab’s hands went to paw at Prismo’s chest and arms, clawing, and he felt the growl of approval against his lips as he was promptly gripped by the waist and dragged into Prismo’s lap. Scarab let out an indignant mewl as his hips ground down slightly, feeling something hard pressing against him and he couldn’t help but press back down against it firmly with eager intent. In return, Prismo’s wandering hands made work of Scarab’s robe, easily tugging it off his shoulders and mapping out a tingling path on the new exposed skin.
“Shit..you’re really fucking hot…I gotta be honest, was really hoping this was how I could help you kill some time.” Prismo smiled impishly against Scarab’s neck, rocking his hips up and planting kisses along the column of open skin, from his ear to his shoulder, sucking and licking with the intent to mark. Amongst the haze, Scarab felt his body grow warmer at the desire in Prismo’s tone. Prismo brought his hands down to squeeze eagerly at Scarab’s ass and groaned as Scarab followed his rhythm in kind. The pair continued to grind against each other desperately and Scarab felt himself let out a needy whine as a particularly harsh roll of hips had Prismo’s cock rubbing just right at his clit. Disconnecting himself from Prismo’s mouth with a soft gasp and a string of saliva, he brought his view down and flushed to his ears. There was a damp patch that was now staining Prismo’s sweatpants. Prismo was also making note of the wetness with hungry interest.
“I think I have another way I can help you relax Scrabby, if you’ll give me some more of your time.” The look he was giving Scarab was down right lascivious and filled with want. Scarab’s stomach lurched with heat as Prismo danced fingertips along the waistband of his briefs, waiting for a response while continuing to pepper his neck with kisses. There wasn’t a single shred of reason Scarab could think of to say no anymore, so instead he gave Prismo an abashed nod.
That was all the consent Prismo needed to take matters into his own hands. With an amount of ease Scarab would find embarrassing later on, Prismo stood up with Scarab still in his arms, holding him snuggly and carrying him over to the bed. Scarab felt his back hit the mattress as Prismo pressed him down into the sheets. They really were as soft as he had thought they would be. Head still fogged over in his giddy high, he felt his arms spread out to rub over the plush bedding, a small giggle bubbling out of his lips as he drank in the scent of pine concentrated in the sheets.
“I think I like it in here..~” An uncharacteristic, honest and dreamy smile spread along his face, barely aware of the set of eyes on him as he rolled around coquettishly on the sheets like a cat. His giggling was cut short, replaced with another gasp as he felt warm hands on his skin again. Looking up at Prismo from the pillows, he felt his body release its tension once more in submission and did nothing as his briefs were tugged gently off his frame. Exposed before Prismo in all his glory, any shame he’d normally have was dampened by the thrum of THC and arousal flowing through his system.
“I think I like you in here too~” Prismo responded playfully, “now, sit back nice and pretty for me and let me take care of you.” He gave Scarab another heated kiss on the lips before moving on to explore every inch of available skin; his ears, his shoulders, down his chest. Tongue and teeth sucking and nibbling, sure to leave dark hickeys wherever possible. Gliding further down still, kissing at Scarab’s soft stomach and even softer thighs, Prismo finally reached his prize and positioned himself between Scarab’s parted legs.
He placed a tender kiss to Scarab’s dripping opening in greeting, receiving immense gratification at the sensitive twitch he got in reply. His hands made a home for themselves once again on Scarab’s hips, comforting circles pressed into flesh, admiring the view one final time with his eyes before setting to work. With a hot puff of breath Prismo’s tongue flicked out and licked a firm stripe up the folds of Scarab’s cunt and Scarab let out a small yelp that quickly dissolved into a stream of moans as Prismo’s tongue worked at his opening diligently.
Scarab felt his eyes roll back a bit before squeezing shut. His body felt like it was crackling with electricity at every touch Prismo gave him. Scarab wasn’t a virgin by any means, and the sex with the partner or two he’d had in the past had been sufficient, but sex was usually a means to an end for him. Foreplay thrown to the wind in favor of a quick fuck. This felt nothing like that. Scarab’s body was melting into the bed sheets as Prismo’s tongue lashed out with passionate fervor and he could do nothing to suppress the litany of whimpers and whines that escaped his lips. He writhed on the bed underneath Prismo’s ministrations, hand reaching out to grip and tug at pink locks. Liquid fire pooled in his gut and dribbled out against Prismo’s open and eager mouth. Prismo thirstily sucked at Scarab’s reddening clit before curling his tongue inside and giving a shameless slurp, groaning at the taste with delight.
“You taste just as sweet as you look Scrabby.” The line was cheesy enough to deserve a punch to the arm, but Scarab could do no such thing as he stared at Prismo, his mussed hair and the slick that was covering his chin alluringly.
Prismo was unsure if he’d ever seen someone’s skin turn red from top to bottom in the way Scarab’s was under his touch. He thought to himself that he’d make sure to see it again if he could. He nipped mischievously at Scarab’s thigh, eliciting another sharp, cattish yowl before diving back in for seconds. He wasted no time working Scarab up against the mattress, mercilessly alternating between kissing, and sucking, and licking, and biting, until Scarab was nothing but a babbling, whimpering puddle. One of Prismo’s hands had gone down to work at his own cock, palming and rubbing at it as he took in the sight, the scent, the sounds of the precious creature in front of him.
“I’m gonna make you cum now, pretty thing” Prismo purred happily against his entrance, tongue flicking out once again to press wet, open mouth kisses at the same time he pushed in a finger. Curling and rubbing against Scarab’s inner walls until he heard the tell-tale shriek of orgasmic bliss from above. The grip on his hair became tighter as Scarab’s back arched off the bed, legs tightening and squeezing around his head, smothering him as he felt Scarab’s cum squirt against his face and drip down his chin and chest.
Licking his lips in satisfaction Prismo pulled away from the hold Scarab had on him and admired his handiwork. Beneath him, Scarab was undone. Legs lewdly spread, cum soaking into the sheets underneath his body, his chest was rising and falling with shuddering needy breaths, expression dazed and unseeing.
“Fuck…look at you..~” Prismo said wistfully, like he was admiring an art piece at the gallery. His hands came down to rub over twitching, sensitive skin, massaging comforting, grounding patterns. Eventually, Scarab stirred under the soft touches, breath evening out, and coming back to himself a bit. He was still dizzy, head swimming with euphoria as his vision zeroed in on Prismo, specifically Prismo’s erection. The small patch of wetness he had made earlier on Prismo’s sweats was now accompanied by Prismo’s own precum, soaked, it looked like he had been rutting against the sheets while he had eaten Scarab out. Scarab swallowed, mouth watering slightly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, the marijuana still flowing through his system, or maybe it was the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just experienced, but Scarab felt compelled as he reached a hand out to tug at Prismo’s sweatpants.
“W-Would you..do you want help with…that..?” Embarrassment colored Scarab’s shy question as he made eye contact with Prismo and then Prismo’s hard-on and then Prismo again. To his relief, Prismo’s immediate response was an eager nod of his head, sitting up and quickly yanking his pants down, cock bobbing and standing at attention with nothing holding it back. He then took one of the cushier pillows from the bed and placed it on the floor between his open legs. The implication was clear enough for Scarab to go red again and he tried to ignore the sudden rush of nerves he felt.
For the second time that night, Scarab was going to be trying something new, and he once again, really didn’t need Prismo to know that. Prismo, with a lack of shame that Scarab was noticing seemed to be a recurrence, sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, and gave Scarab a debauched, expectant grin. On wobbly arms and even wobblier legs, Scarab moved from the bed onto the floor to sit dutifully on the pillow Prismo had so graciously provided him. He shifted slightly on his knees, getting comfortable, hands placed awkwardly in his lap before shifting his attention up, feeling incredibly small as his chin was grasped in a gentle grip.
“Don’t be shy beautiful, you look so good on your knees for me like this, perfect even.” His thumb traced over Scarab’s lower lip before moving to cradle his cheek. Scarab leaned into the touch and let out a swooning sigh in Prismo’s hold. The praise washed over him in a wave, making him feel like he was floating at sea, but Prismo’s grip remained firm, leading him back to shore and to the cock that was standing strong and at attention for him .
The blanketing affirmation had Scarab leaning forward obediently, his tongue tentatively poking out to give a bashful lick to the underside of Prismo’s shaft. As if to thank him for his kind gesture, the cock twitched, a bead of precum dribbling out the top of its rosey head and Scarab dragged his tongue up to sweep it into his wanting mouth. Slightly salty and sticky on his tongue, Scarab felt his mouth water as he lapped at the slit on Prismo’s cock, trying to coax more of the liquid out before switching to open mouthed kisses along the length. Scarab regarded the way that the texture and flavor of Prismo’s cock changed as he went from base to tip. How the veins would pulse under the attention of his tongue and how that pulse made his own cunt throb with desire.
Above him, Prismo let out a husky moan as he watched Scarab shyly play with his cock like it was a new toy. How cute, Prismo couldn’t help but think, his arousal growing as Scarab opened his mouth and finally took him in.
“Just like that beautiful, that’s a good boy” Prismo crooned down at him and Scarab’s eyes glazed over with content. The cock in his mouth felt hot, a musky scent filling his nose and his head was buzzing pleasantly again as he welcomed it further. Beginning with shallow sucks Scarab began the task of bobbing his head up and down. With each pull forward he would take it a bit further, saliva slickening at the edges of his mouth as he tested going deeper. Prismo continued to give moans of encouragement, patient to let Scarab do what he wanted for the moment. The pleasure he was receiving from watching Scarab get metaphorically lost on his dick was just as good as the actual feeling of his wet mouth.
“That feels so good babe, just like that, you're doing so well.”
The validation sent trills of tingling heat down Scarab’s back and he pushed Prismo’s cock further down his throat in response. Scarab hummed as he felt his throat swallow around the protruding mass, in his overeagerness he pressed down too far, pulling back with a gargled cough. At once there was a comforting hand petting his hair, tracing the lobe of his ear and murmuring sweetly until his breathing came back to him.
“I-I’m sorry, I can do better.” Scarab rasped, voice already raw, but Prismo didn’t chastise him. Instead he just continued to pet soothingly at his hair, expression filled with heat and intimacy before coaxing Scarab forward again with a gentle tug. This time, he kept one of his hands threaded in the back of Scarab’s hair as Scarab’s mouth got back to work on his member.
Scarab was nothing if not a quick learner, and he made sure to relax his throat this time in preparation for swallowing around Prismo’s girth. The constricting sensation in his throat was mixing with the firm grip on his head, and it made Scarab’s center of purpose feel so clear. It felt like this was where he was supposed to be. On his knees, mouth full of cock, glasses fogged with teary eyes, and head clouding from lack of airflow.
“That’s it pretty baby, you can take a bit more. I know you can,” Prismo told him and so Scarab did. He let his eyes slip closed, letting Prismo guide his head back down and fuck into his open mouth with greedy abandon. Scarab was unsure how long he stayed on his knees, he couldn’t think anymore past the feeling of Prismo’s cock gliding between his parted lips. Flying high on every echo of “good boy” and “perfect little thing” that flowed out of Prismo’s mouth and into his stream of consciousness. Excess drool was leaking out of his mouth and onto his lap, vision sparkling from lack of oxygen. The pillow Scarab sat upon was now damp with his slick, the gratification of making the man above him feel good all encompassing. Through the haze, Scarab could feel the hold on the nape of his neck tighten as Prismo’s groans grew louder.
“Fuck- you’re such a good boy for me. You take my cock so well. So beautiful on your knees all for me,” Prismo babbled above him, “Gonna paint you so pretty with my cum doll, be good just like that-! Hhhah-FUCK-! Scrabby gnn-! ” Prismo snapped his hips forward with a guttural groan and shot his load straight down Scarab’s throat, holding him in place as he watched Scarab squirm for air. Mercifully he released his grip after a moment and his cock popped out of Scarab’s mouth, another thick shot of semen spurting out to land on Scarab’s face, coating the frame of his glasses and cheek in a glossy film of seed.
Scarab let out a garbled and wretched cough, as his body heaved for sweet air. The bitter and acrid taste of cum stuck to the back of his throat, reminding him of his place and purpose on the ground. Even as his breath came back to him his mind continued to drift away, like his body on the floor and his brain in the sky were never once a part of the same individual. He felt the tranquilizing and soothing touch of Prismo on his cheek, rubbing the cum into his skin and against his lips and looked up in reverent adoration at his maker. Prismo was radiant, glowing and dazzling with a halo of light and Scarab leaned into his palm and purred.
Scarab couldn't hear exactly what Prismo had said to him, his ears still ringing, but it didn't matter, he wasn't sure he could respond with words if he tried anyway. He had no qualms as Prismo helped him slowly rise up from the floor and onto the bed. Perfectly pliable, he allowed Prismo to maneuver him back against the mattress. His glasses were delicately plucked from his nose, a cool cloth wiping at his face gently, cleaning the drying flecks of cum before moving down to clean at his sopping thighs. Scarab remained limp against the sheets, heart bubbling with the pleasant feeling of being looked after, being cared for.
When Prismo was finished cleaning him up, he felt the bed dip and comforting arms encircled him from behind. Scarab let out a hum of approval, burrowing into the intoxicating warmth. The now familiar sensation of thumbs rubbing circles into his back left him sighing dreamily. There wasn't a single place Scarab would have rather been in that moment. It took no time at all before he felt his consciousness begin to drift away, succumbing to a peaceful slumber for the first time in days with Prismo's arms wrapped securely around him.
The next morning, the enticing scent of coffee roused Scarab from his restful slumber. Stirring beneath velvety covers he stretched his limbs out languidly. He felt lighter, refreshed even, and yawned. His bed was feeling awfully soft and cozy this morning…and he didn't have a coffee maker in his room. Wait. Blearily, Scarab sat up, trying to view his surroundings and reached for his glasses that would normally be on the nightstand, finding they weren't there.
"Looking for these?" a chipper voice drawled, before his view was obscured by a figure and his glasses were placed on the bridge of his nose. Scarab's eyes adjusted at once as he focused on the blinding view of Prismo, far too sunshiney, and then down to the hot mug of coffee in his hand.
"Good morning sleepyhead~" He said cheerfully, placing a kiss on Scarab's forehead and sitting next to him on the bed. "Looks like somebody slept well last night," he cooed, booping Scarab on the tip of his nose, eyes sparkling with bemusement.
In a rush Scarab's memories came back to him, face turning scarlet as he recalled the debauchery he had participated in. He swatted at Prismo's teasing hand and glanced at the clock, 10:30 AM on a Friday morning. He was late for class. Brilliant. With what little dignity he could muster Scarab swung his legs over the side of the bed to get up, scanning for his robe and finding it still discarded on the ground next to the window sill. Quickly bending down to pick it up he stiffened at the whistling noise that twittered out of Prismo's lips from behind him. Flustered, he quickly tied the robe to cover his naked body and snapped back around to glare at the upperclassmen.
"This never happened. Do you hear me Prismo? Y-You're going to forget this ever happened or else-!" Scarab stomped over, bristling like a cat that had been splashed with water. The threat didn't have much bite to it. How could it when Scarab looked so thoroughly ravished, hair tusseled in disarray and skin littered with love bites. Prismo gave a knowing smirk and leaned in to whisper in Scarab's ear.
"I don't think I'll ever forget how sweet you looked underneath me Scrabby, but if you ever change your mind, my door is always open for you." Prismo winked before pulling away, eyes glittering with mischievous intent. Scarab bit back the shudder that wished to crawl through his body and scowled at the traitorous blood rushing to his face, with a final flourish he rushed towards the door.
"I most certainly will not be changing my mind-!" He screeched before slamming the door and racing back to the sanctity of his dorm room. As he latched his door shut, Scarab felt his heart thunder in his throat, walking over to the sink he stared at the bite marks and bruises that covered his body. Placing a tentative press to a particularly dark one on the side of his neck he winced. It was like he could still feel the phantom touch of Prismo's teeth and tongue and he grimaced with distaste at the feeling of coiling heat in his belly. Walking over to his bed he flopped down and stared up at his blank ceiling.
Scarab sighed in horny, tumultuous contemplation. Well, that was certainly one way to start killing time.