PERFECT STRANGER by clueless_psycho

Earth Science.

Crawford took one book in random from the floor to ceiling shelf. Flipping through the thick, deluxe papers with no interest. The printing quality was good, he admitted, all photographs came out clearly, lively. But that was all that caught his attention. He didn’t even bother to read the English text because he never had interest in Earth Science.

If he was here right now in this particular section, it was because Earth Science was located at the far back of the library. Shielded nicely with other bookselves, it had become the section people rarely visited. Or even noticed. He’d been here since fifteen minutes, yet no one else even peeked into the section.

Crawford put the book about the phenomenon of aurora back on the shelf and picked another book.

With the new book in hand he walked further to the corner. One hand holding the thick book, he sneaked another hand inside his oversized-button-down-jeans-untucked-shirt to find his belt buckle.

Buckle off, he popped the button of his designer pants open to let one slender hand with calloused fingers slip in without any difficulties.

The hand went straight to its target. Crawford let out a faint sigh when the fingers wrapped around his erection and began stroking gently.

Aya wrapped his free arm around Crawford’s waist and tugged him closer to him, his crotch settled nicely against Crawford’s butt. Crawford leaned his back on Aya’s chest, letting the book to fall from his hand with a thud. He tossed his head back so Aya could reach his earlobe with his mouth. Aya took the invitation, snapping his lips between soft bone and nibbled on.

Crawford was very thankful that he had learned proper breathing technique to apply in any situation. Otherwise, right now, when breathing proved difficult, he would be panting and gasping already. But he wouldn’t give other people in the library the satisfaction of catching them in the act.

And he wouldn’t give Aya the satisfaction of winning the tophand either.

He smirked.

Aya stopped stroking and slipped his other hand inside Crawford’s pants. Right hand holding on the fully erect cock, he used the other hand to toy with Crawford’s balls.

Crawford held his breath. He was such a sucker for his balls being toyed with. And after going at it with Aya for more than just in a couple of occasion, Aya must have known as well. That’s why right now Aya made circular motions with his fingertips very lightly over his balls, scrapping nails ever so slightly now and then to add the torture.

Crawford bit his lower lips hard to distract his attention from pleasure and sensation inside his pants.

He gasped when Aya ran fingertip along the bridge of one ball. His impeccable breathing technique suddenly fell apart.

Aya pressed his face between Crawford’s shoulderblades and Crawford could feel him smiling.

As Crawford was busy putting back his breathing technique, Aya released him and walked around him. Face to face now, he cupped Crawford’s face with his hands and kissed him.

Crawford pushed him to the wall and pressed his body hard against Aya, not minding his breathing technique again. He deliberately ravished the delicious lips of Aya, hands going down to grope at his butt. He cursed under his breath that Aya wore jeans so tight, there was no space for him to slip his hand inside. He so really wanted to touch Aya between his ass.

Of course, he could always pull the pants down and fuck Aya right there, through the walls and the shelves and the floor, but he couldn’t risk it.

There was always nice bed afterwards.

He groaned at the back of his throat when Aya slipped his hands under his shirt to tease his nipples.

He kissed Aya harder, pressed his body harder and rubbed his crotch up and down the front ridge of Aya’s pants.

Aya broke the kiss to squirm. His pants suddenly felt uncomfortable as his cock grew thicker inside them.

Crawford smirked and pushed Aya’s shoulder down, unzipping his pants in the process. As soon as Aya’s face leveled with his crotch, Crawford took his erection out. Aya opened his mouth voluntarily, taking him whole.

Fuck the breathing technique, Crawford cursed under his breath as he fucked Aya’s mouth in earnest, reducing the world into the cavern of Aya’s mouth, closing tightly around his throbbing cock.

Crawford let his breath grew as heavier as his cock. Let himself panting at the pleasure.

But he managed to choke a groan when he came inside Aya’s mouth. Aya’s eyes widened as spurts of seed hit his throat and Crawford pulled his cock out a bit.

Aya took his come to the last drop, lapping his tongue along the cock to clean it thoroughly. Task done, he straightened his body up. Crawford grabbed his head for another kiss while his other hand busy fumbling with his pants, tucking his cock back, zipping his pants up and buttoning it. Aya help with the belt.

Then, as quietly as he had come, Aya slipped away.

Crawford took his time to calm down. After his breath had returned to normal, he picked the book up from the floor and put it back in the right shelf.

And walked out of the library,

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