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His own grip tightened, as he felt the pull of the other maleâ??s hand on his hair. For a moment, Gandrian thought that the other male was going to shove him off of him, but as soon as he felt the lips nipping at his neck and heard the growl of his name, he knew they werenâ??t stopping soon. Blood rushed faster downwards to pump through his organ, making the Chinese male dizzy with desire. Truly, he was confused at the feeling and want that he had for Faolan. He wasnâ??t silly enough to believe it was loveâ??they had just met, for goodness sake!â??but he knew that it was something deeper than experimenting wants.

Strong attraction.

Yes, thatâ??s what he would call it, as he unwillingly let out a moan to the otherâ??s administrations. Hips bucking harder to press their lengths together, he pushed against Faolan with his body weight, holding the Irishman against the cool wall to keep control in his hands. â??Iâ?¦â? he didnâ??t know what to do outside of their rutting, but then again, this was mind numbing as it was. â??Faolanâ?¦â? Gandrian finally husked out, the beginning of the name airy, while the last part dragged on with a long moan. Their shafts were being slicked up due to his profuse precumming, and with the tightening of his balls and the jerk of his shaft, he was soon to orgasm. Sounding like some virginal adolescence, he was panting and almost whimpering, by the time his rhythm began to break, and he was wildly seeking release.
 
The moan that Gandrian let out went straight to his cock, engorging it further and making it harder for him not to try and find release. But it seemed out of his hands with the way that the other rubbed and pressed against him, making it harder and harder for him to keep control over his pending release. He felt himself get pressed up against the wall harder and with bucking hips, he tipped his head back against the wall as he dug his nails into Gandrian's shoulders. He couldn't take much more of their shafts slickly gliding against one another and causing such a delicious friction that would make them both come soon enough. And the way Gandrian said his name, made his balls tighten up hard.

"Fuck-Gandrian!"

He gasped, especially as the boy worked into a wild rhythm that Faolan felt and worked with by increasing the rhythm. He soon was moaning and panting like he had been running until he couldn't stand up, his orgasm building up and up. He bucked and rubbed and all out grinded against his roommate before he couldn't hold back for much longer. He wanted to see Gandrian come first but with the heavy tightening of his sac and a jerk of his erection, he groaned out the boy's name along with a curse, his cum dousing their legs and cocks in quick spurts for what felt like forever until his body loosened up the tension that had straightened his spine.​
 
Frantic was something that he wasnâ??t used to, as most things in his life were consistent of calmness and smooth going. But for the first time in his virginal years, he couldnâ??t help himself and found that finding release was enough to cause such emotions to stir in him. Gandrian was frantically thrusting his hips against Faolanâ??s, trying to do something that would tip him over. How many nights could he remember rutting into his fist, arching his hips upwards and spraying his legs widely for leverage like some whore? Though this wasnâ??t something he had fantasized about, it was just as powerful as any, and made him make such shameful noises that sent his pink blush all over his body.

â??Nghâ?¦nghâ?¦â? words that tried to escape, to tell Faolan to stop or slow down, didnâ??t seem to make it pass the desperate strangle of his tightened throat. Instead, he answered the call of his name with a sharp squeal that he would forever deny he made. Eyes rolling back into his head and hips arching forward, every muscle in his body tensed up, as his cock gushed out his seed like a hose. His back bowed to the point that he was standing on his toes, and his buttocks squeezed firmly, before the tense muscles released his balls and he slumped down like some doll.

Of course, heâ??d deny the panting whimpers that had escaped his lips while orgasming as well. â??Faoâ?¦lanâ?¦â? he panted, legs giving out and sliding to the ground. His pants and undergarment were still around his ankles, soiled now, that their seed and splashed upon them. His legs had rivets of semen slashed and steamed down upon them, but while he was on his knees before Faolan, panting hard to gather air in his lungs, he couldnâ??t seem to care. Instead, he sighed in the mist of it, and leaned his forehead against the other maleâ??s thigh. â??Damnâ?¦ did that feel asâ?¦â? a moment to search for the word. â??Awesome, for you as it did for me?â?
 
He watched the change take over Gandrian's face and it was the most arousing sight he had ever seen. The way he moaned and breathed and how his back arched as he came, the hot seed spilled onto his thighs and over his length. When he had responded to his name, he had made the most adorable sound that Faolan would lovingly hold over his head for the rest of his life. He watched the boy slump and slide to his knees, completely exhausted. Absently, he stroked the boy's hair as he slumped against the wall. If it hadn't been for the wall, he'd be where Gandrian was. He was still panting from the effort, little droplets of sweat marring his skin, hair damp. God, that had been one hell of a ride. He chuckled at the question before he hummed with pleasure and answered.

"Yes, Gandrian. It was bloody awesome."

He looked down at the boy and felt heat suffuse his skin again, but he was too spent to get hard once more and so he went about with picking up his roommate and stripping his clothes from his ankles. The clothes were pretty much ruined, unfortunately unless he soaked them now. Kissing Gandrian gently on the mouth, he lifted him into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. He nudged open the door and figured out how to turn on the shower and made sure it wasn't too hot as he put his sexy little roommate under the stream. Some water got in his eyes, but he wiped it away. He kissed Gandrian once more before he said,

"Wash up. I'll clean the kitchen and hop in in a bit."

He didn't close the door behind him as he went on his way into the kitchen and picked up Gandrian's briefs and pants. He took out anything important from the pants and put the stopped in the sink. He filled it with hot water and placed the briefs and pants in. He added soap and scrubbed where the stains were gonna set before they were clean enough for regular wear. He left them in there to soak before making his way back to the bathroom and hopping in the shower with Gandrian.​
 
Bloody awesome was right, as he was hit with a strong sense of vertigo. Gandrian barely even protested as he was picked up like some child, before he was moved into the bathroom and placed under a warm shower. By the time he was able to stand up by himself again, Faolan had left the bathroom and moved to do something in the kitchen. He hoped to whatever that was listening to him, that there werenâ??t stains in the kitchen floor or wall, because that would be hard to explain to the landlord.

It was but a flicker in his mind though, as he was still rather dazed from what they had been doing. The rough touches, the thrusting, the meshing of their bodiesâ?¦ and the heat. Soon, the shower felt too warm, as his hormonal self pushed upwards once more. For the first time in a long time, he felt the full extent of his virginal self embarrass him.

The Chinese male felt a twitch between his legs remembering what they had done, and during the time that Faolan had cleaned in the kitchen, he was given just enough timeâ??perhaps there wasnâ??t any need for his sensitive selfâ??to recover enough to have another erection. He frowned, completely at a lost as to why he was so roused by the other male, but unable to deny the fact that he was fisting his cock once again. Legs spread to make sure he didnâ??t arch away from the showerâ??s wall and somehow fall, his hips began another round of thrusts. Lewdly, his balls slapped the tiles behind him, causing him to pant at the noise.

Gods, what was he doing?! The blush that had faded from his body came back in full, as realized that he was acting like some desperate virgin, unable to prevent himself from becoming aroused just thinking that he had came that close to sex. Or was what they did considered sex?

So lost in his thoughts, that when Faolan came back and joined him, he gave a startled cry and instantly, his legs snapped shut and his hand flew away from his shaft. Turning to face away from the Irishman, he allowed the spray of water over his face. â??Uhâ?¦ did you want to shower first?â? he asked shyly, bowing his head and gritting his teeth to rid himself of his erection. A part of him wanted to shove Faolan out of the showering stall so that he could just masturbate alone, without having to confront the embarrassment of his own bodyâ??s reaction with the cause of the predicament.
 
Faolan blinked at the startled cry and the way Gandrian instantly went on the defensive. He didn't understand what was wrong until he noticed the other boy's erection. Ahh...so he had been...a slow grin curved the Irishman's lips as he looked at Gandrian, all hot and bothered and...embarrassed. He frowned a little at that. He didn't care that Gandrian was a virgin, but it seemed to weigh heavily on the boy's mind. With a soft look, he glided his fingers up the boy's back before moving to wrap his arms about his waist and pull him back gently against him. Faolan had instantly got hard at seeing Gandrian hard, but he wasn't pushing for anything this time. He was trying to emit comfort and soothe whatever was bothering his roommate.

"Gandrian...I can leave if you like."

He said softly, though he did feel a little hurt. He knew that the Chinese boy would be shy, but he could already feel a wall being put between them. It was just as well, he figured. He gave Gandrian a kiss on the temple before he let the boy go and started to step out of the shower. As much as he wanted to help Gandrian with his little...problem, he had the feeling he wasn't wanted. He found a towel and wrapped it about his waist as he gave a small shrug before speaking.

"I'm not sorry about what happened."

It seemed like he wanted to say more, but he forced a grin and made a move to shut the door behind him as he left.​
 
Taking a deep breath, Gandrian was sure that he was going to be left alone. However, that thought flew out of the window when he was pulled back into an embrace that sent his nerves on fire. Whatever the other male was saying didnâ??t seem to register, as he could only focus on the feeling of the other maleâ??s reawaken arousal pressing against the clef of his bottom. It made him shiver uncontrollably, and wonder just what the heck the other male thought he was doing. Whatever it was though, it was rather pleasurable, just to be this close.

But to his surprise, Faolan backed off and began to head out. His body was frozen to the spot, just staring at the other male with slightly parted lips and round eyes. Forgetting about his embarrassment, he stood facing the door, as the Irishman waltzed on out, leaving him there with a massive erection, and a feeling of guilt. The fact that he had pushed a wall between his roommate and himself so soon made him tilt his head downwards in shame. â??Shit, what are you doing, Annie? Donâ??t be rudeâ?¦ he didnâ??t force youâ?¦â?? he reminded himself, before turning off the water and following the redhead.

â??Faolan, wait! Iâ??m sorry, I didnâ??t meanâ?¦â? he paused midway into the other room, before ducking back into the bathroom to grab a towel. Once secured over his waist, he entered the room again and swallowed his nervousness. â??Sorryâ?¦ I mean, donâ??t be sorry. I enjoyed what we did. I mean, I really enjoyed what we didâ?¦â? he waved to his crotch, noting that he had enjoyed it so much, he was ready for round two. Awkwardly, he just stood there, not knowing how to blemish this over. He almost wished he could phone a friend and ask someone what to do in this situation.
 
Faolan had gone into his room and lifted his brows as he heard Gandrian yelling how he was sorry and didn't mean...something. He heard the other boy go back into the bathroom to probably cover himself before facing the Irishman. He let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn't tried to guilt trip the other boy-it hadn't been his intention in the least. He had just decided to give the other some space since it seemed necessary. He watched Annie struggle with himself and heard him apologize and express how much he enjoyed what had happened and then proceeded to point to his erection that was tenting the towel. Faolan had to clear his throat to keep from staring. He let out a light sigh as he smiled softly.

"I'm not sorry, as I said before. I just thought you wanted some space since...this is all really new to you, ya? It was a lot to force onto you...well, expose you to all at once."

He watched him standing there and he beckoned him over as he sat on his bed, though it didn't have sheets on it yet, just the mattress. He would rectify that before he went to bed. He grabbed some of the pillows from his bag and put them on his bed to support his back as he leaned back and waited.​
 
Gandrian felt his heartbeat pump irregularly, as he waited for some response to his apology. It came rather easy enough, and while it wasnâ??t a straight out â??I forgive youâ??, it meant something similar in his mind. Sighing a bit, he thought about what Faolan said, and realized that perhaps the other male was correct. There he was, standing with the tent in his towel, and staring at the redhead as he reclined backwards and motioned for the Chinese male to join him like some king calling for his bitch.

It made his cock jerk like one.

Swallowing another shiver, he slowly inched closer to the bed, before kneeling part way onto the edge. â??It was a bit muchâ?¦â? his bare shoulders shrugged, as droplets of water from his short hair dripped down his neck and slid along the planes of his chest and back. Perked nipples taunted Faolan, as they seemed to point at the Irishman, while smothering chocolate eyes swirled with desire like fondue waiting for the white bread to be dipped in. And oh how he was going to hell for such a dirty and somewhat racial thought, but he truly wanted that white bread.

â??But what good is an experiment if one didnâ??t take risks?â? Gandrian murmured, as he continued to stare at Faolan. This time though, his eyes traveled downwards, staring at the small, thought seemingly dying, tent that poked in front of the redheadâ??s lap. As a medical student, he understood that this was perfectly normal to get an erection so soon after something that stimulated the mind thusly. He was surprised that he wanted to act upon it again so soon, to push Faolan onto the bed and dominate the other male like some primal savage. Instead of pouncing though, he only leaned in closer, wanting to capture the redheadâ??s lips and connect them once more. What harm could it do, to have another rutting session with one another so soon?
 
He watched the way Gandrian stared and it made him swallow, seeing the blatant lust in the other boy's eyes. It had certainly been too long if he was feeling shy himself. He watched the way the towel moved just in the slightest, and it made him harder to know that he was causing the erection the Chinese boy was sporting and the way his eyes darkened with lust. Faolan didn't take his eyes off his roommate as he eased onto the bed, looking like he wanted to devour him like a tasty treat. It certainly made his hormones spike. He listened to him speak, but his eyes followed the droplets of water as they slid along contours he wanted desperately to lick. And those pretty little nipples of his that were diamond hard weren't easy to look away from.

As he eased closer, Faolan felt his own cheeks heat from the bold words that the other boy spoke. He could see the want to dominate and he was in the mind to let him do so. He wanted to see what the Chinese boy would do if he let him have the reins. The Irishman felt him get closer and closer and before he bothered to think of all the whys to letting the boy think of what he was doing, he cup the back of his neck and pulled him to his lips in a soft but demanding kiss. Faolan slipped a hand down Gandrian's body and tugged lightly on the towel and felt it slip out of his fingers with a soft whoosh.​
 
The feeling of the cool air of the room nipped at his flesh, making his wet skin shiver with Goosebumps. But that wasnâ??t enough to make him stop his inward leaning to get a robe, as he knew that the lust that they had for one another was causing their inner temperatures to rise. Gandrian could almost hear his heartbeat wildly out of control, but the only place he could feel his pulse was in his cock. It throbbed and pounded with vigor, wanting to feel Faolanâ??s warm body once more. Once close enough, it seemed like a hot kiss was secondary, as his towel had been tugged at and removed.

Suddenly exposed, he felt his cheeks flush, making him scold himself for blushing yet again. Gandrian wished that he was more jaded, so that he didnâ??t seem like some virgin, despite being one. It wasnâ??t something to be proud of in his culture, to be jaded that is, but at the same time, it wasnâ??t something to boost if one wasnâ??t. Being exposed did nothing to lessen his arousal though. Placing warm palms against the firm shoulders, the Chinese male straddled his roommate and forcefully pushed him back onto the bed. The mattress bounced a bit with their combined weight, but on the upward bounce, he smashed their lips together harshly. Nipping kisses that left what little blood there was circulating the upper body to rush to the lips.

â??Whatâ?¦â? he huffed out, trying to speak and not break the kiss at the same time. â??What have youâ?¦ shit, I want thisâ?¦â? Gandrian wanted to know what the other male had done to him and why he wanted this so much. Well in truth, he understood why he wanted it. Males were known for their sexual wants, and if it had a pulse, many males would fuck it. In fact, even if it didnâ??t, he was sure many would; after all, where did all those blow-up dolls come from? But even as he knew why, he waned to know why he had wanted it with another male. Consciously, he lowered himself to rub his front against Faolanâ??s.
 
This was definitely how Faolan liked his roommate: nipples beaded tight from cold and arousal, cheeks flushed in embarrassment and need, so damn aroused he could hardly focus on anything else. It was certainly a sight to behold and he wondered if anyone else had seen Gandrian in such a state. From the blush on his cheeks, the answer was probably no. It was slightly disconcerting, but he decided to be a little selfish and enjoy the fact that he had the Chinese boy all to himself for a little while. He wouldn't let their attraction get in the way of school or of Gandrian finding himself a lass of his own. Faolan allowed his hands to skim the boy's sides as he straddled him and pressed him down against the mattress, causing it to bounce. A small groan escaped him when he felt their lips smash together. There was no gentleness here and he groaned at the nipping kisses that made his lips swell a bit from the force.

He heard Annie try to talk without breaking the kiss and the Irishman had to smile at the effort even though his lips were well and deliciously smothered. He felt that he still had his towel on and liked the slight advantage, even with Gandrian on top and dominating him. Faolan knew that Gandrian was damned confused, but he couldn't really help him with that. He went by feel and knew that Gandrian wanted whatever he could get from the boy beneath him. He gasped with a soft moan at the feel of Gandrian lowering himself to rub against him and he eagerly rubbed back gently, knowing the towel caused a certain friction. The heat and desire behind the kiss seemed to amplify as Faolan pulled Gandrian as close as possible.​
 
Small shivers ran down his spine, licking at his nerves like the crack of a whip against flesh. Gandrian was nearly clinging to his roommate, as he continued to hump the other male. The mechanics of what they could do and what they were doing mingled within his mind, reminding him that there was more to do than hump someone. But it was so eccentric that it only flickered in the back of his mind and when it did make itself known, he firmly decided that it wasnâ??t going to happen. Not this soon, and definitely not with someone he just met.

â??Faoâ?¦ lan.â? he breathed out, eyes closed as he allowed his body to just feel. â??Is this whatâ?¦ what the Europeans do for a greeting?â? the Chinese male teased, lips pressed against the pale flesh, as a grin stretched over said lips. Their crotches seemed to just nuzzle against each other, but with the towel between them, it was causing him to feel uncomfortable. Both in the sense that it scratched at his sensitive organ, and because it made him feel cheap being the only one having shifted his towel a bit back. Reaching down, he grasped the remains of his and the edge of Faolanâ??s, before disrobing them completely.

With flesh against flesh now, it made things much better in his opinion. Sweat began to build for him, and like some virginal teen, he realized that nothing mattered except for the building up release that it was leading to. Just a taste of what it could be like with another person made him a bit stir crazy, and really, how could he not fall for Faolan after being cooked for? Just the memory of the meal made him quiver, and he knew he wasnâ??t going to last long at this rate.
 
At the way his name was breathily whispered, Faolan shuddered and closed his eyes and chuckled at the way Gandrian asked him in a teasing way if this was proper greeting amongst Europeans. It was a tempting thought to say yes, but he decided not to. But then again...a gasp of pleasure escaped him with Gandrian removed his towel and what was remaining on his own body, which allowed for freer movement and delicious contact. He gripped the Chinese boy's hips and ground him harder against his erection feeling the friction grow and be just what he needed. He moved his lips to the boy's neck and bit and suckled the soft unmarked flesh. He wanted to leave a mark there and started working his mouth in the best way to leave one. It didn't take long before he popped his mouth off the spot and saw a lovely reddish purple mark that would probably be gone in the morning but would at least stay for now. Groaning softly, Faolan murmured with humor.

"Yes, we all just greet each other by tearing off clothes and snogging and humping ourselves senseless."

He nipped the boy's ear teasingly before licking it. He slid his hands up Gandrian's back to pull him as close as possible. He panted and moaned at the wonderful feel of the boy above him and their straining erections rubbing and touching. Precum leaked from his tip and he knew he wouldn't be able to last very long, but damn did it feel bloody wonderful to be this free and sexual.​
 
White sparks began to flash before his eyes, causing him to shut them as tight as he could. They still flickered there, but the pleasure was too good to pass up to see what was wrong with him. His fingers tightened their grasp on Faolanâ??s shoulders, while his body rocked back and forth against the other maleâ??s erection. Having had such hot lips sucking on his neck, Gandrian couldnâ??t help but latch onto the Irishmanâ??s neck as well, marking a livid red bruise upon the neck.

â??Reâ?¦ really? Europeans are strange, if you donâ??tâ?¦ mind me saying so.â? he commented on the reply, thinking that if everyone greeted each other like this, then it would have resulted in my controversies. At least, in China it would have, but since heâ??d never been to Europe, nor has he studied much on the area, he didnâ??t have a solid proof to say that Faolan was bluffing.

His throbbing shaft twitched against the thick one below him, their precum coating where it could to make it easier to slide against one another. Soon, moans and pants were the only thing that left the Chinese male, coupled with a few grunts to show effort. It was a different type of movement that he wasnâ??t used to, and this exercise done twice in one day was causing a burn to his muscles. Even still, he lowered himself to the point that they were plastered against one another, rocking in time to a tuneless beat.

Heâ??d never danced with a male before, but this song was about to end for him, as they raced to the end. â??Faoâ?¦ lan. Comingâ?¦ comingâ?¦â?
 
Faolan groaned at the slight pain in his shoulders, loving the mixture of pleasure and pain, especially when Gandrian copied what he had done to the other boy's neck. It felt good and hurt a bit at the same time, which only drew his orgasm closer and closer. He knew it was coming just like before and had to laugh a little at Gandrian's response to his playing around and being sarcastic about how Europeans greeted each other. Panting and moaning while writhing beneath Gandrian, Faolan closed his eyes and arched his back, feeling the slick friction grow too much. He slid his hands through the other boy's hair, feeling him plastered against his front while they rocked in time with each other for maximum friction. It felt so good and was becoming too much for him to hold back.

As Gandrian spoke about coming, he nodded his head and murmured something similar, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer either. But he could until the other boy came. He wanted him to come first in a competitive way and yet in a primal way as if to prove he could endure a little bit longer. He wasn't going to hold it over Gandrian's head or anything, but he wanted that little satisfaction to himself. He moving his hips a little bit more, rubbing a little faster as his back arched. It was almost as good as sex, maybe even better like this. He couldn't think well enough to differentiate the two as he felt his body strain with the effort to hold back his release.​
 
Unconsciously, Gandrian was trying to hold back his release as well, but rather than a primitive competition that Faolan had, he wanted this to last longer. The way that their body swayed together, arching up and down in a violent rutting actâ?¦ he was almost sure that if this was a woman underneath him, he wouldnâ??t have been able to withhold the want to do as those sexual educational videos showed. Of course, heâ??d deny heâ??d ever seen them as well.

â??Comingâ?¦nngggghhh!â? the Chinese male shoved downwards hard enough to leave a bruise on his hips, perhaps Faolanâ??s as well, before his orgasm was ripped out of him. It came as a dribble of thick, creamy semen at first, mainly because it was just starting, before the dam burst. Rivets of his seed splashed between them, dirtying their flesh, as well as dripping down to be caught by Faolanâ??s towel beneath the other maleâ??s ass.

His back arched like a bow ready to be fired, and his voice was almost soft in its intensity. Balls drawn up to his body, Gandrian emptied himself contently, while wiry red hair rubbed a delicious friction against his crotch. If he had been screaming Faolanâ??s name or some Chinese word, he was not conscious of it.
 
As he heard Gandrian cry out that he was coming and slam his hips against Faolan's, the Irishman groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, knowing that would leave a bruise. The pressure however made him lose his grip on hold back his orgasm and the feeling wet hot seed that spilled onto his thighs and stomach made him unable to keep it back. He heard Gandrian cry out something in combination of his name and something Chinese in form and soon other sounds were drowned out as he cursed and bucked up against the Chinese boy as he finally came, dirtying them both up even more as their seed mixed and seemed to get everywhere between them.

He strained and writhed, his cock twitching as his balls squeezed up tight and made him empty himself. Faolan clutched hard at the body above him until he was left limp and sated on the mattress. His skin was sticky from their orgasms and also slick due to the heat that had circulated between them. He wiped a hand across his face to remove some of his hair from his eyes as he looked up at the boy above him. He forced a breathy chuckle.

"You can shower first."​
 
The power of the orgasm had left the dark haired male rather relaxed, and the curls in his toes and back had eventually eased out until he was nothing more than a dead flop on the Irishman. â??Mmâ?¦ showerâ?¦?â? he asked dazedly, mind unable to comprehend anything other than rest at the moment. The muscles in his legs and hips tingled pleasantly, almost painfully, as he wasnâ??t used to the exercise. It was something he realized he wished he had been more acquainted with, but then again, it wasnâ??t every day that one had sex with their roommate. Not their new, foreign, male roommate.

Licking his lips, he eased himself up with his arms, but found that those were like jelly as well. So instead of getting up fully, he was just barely inches above Faolanâ??s face, elbows the only thing keeping the distance between their heads and chests. It took another few moments, before he was able to think and speak in English once more. â??Wowâ?¦ you really know how to have sex, donâ??t you?â? he stated bluntly, shaking his head. Soft black hair slightly shifted at that, but most around his forehead had stuck to his flesh with the sweat.

Almost shyly, he pressed his lips against Faolanâ??s, murmuring against it. â??Why donâ??t we shower together?â? bold, much bolder than before, but he was sure that after two sexual contacts in less than an hour, they should be fine showering together. They were both sticky and it would no doubt be irritating to dry with the semen all over their crotches.
 
Idly, Faolan combed his fingers through Gandrian's hair, enjoying the expression on the other boy's face. He looked like a very sated and relaxed man. It bumped up Faolan's male pride at being the cause of such an expression. He chuckled at the dazed expression, smiling softly at the other. He watched his movements as he could tell that Gandrian was tired and spent as he was not used to such an activity. Though Faolan hadn't done anything like this in quite a long time, his body was willing to go for another round. But he was the type to give the other person a break if they needed it. He laughed at Annie's question and nodded his head.

"Aye, that I do. Practice, ya know."

He sighed softly at the shy kiss, blushing slightly from it but enjoying it all the same. At Gandrian's suggestion, Faolan looked at his face and gauged his expression, moving some of the hair back from his face as he looked. It would be quicker to take a shower together and it would be nice for some regular and only a little sexual bonding. He wasn't gonna jump the poor boy, but perhaps he could give him some sensual pleasure and just take care of him.

"Sure. I promise not to jump ya."

He added the last part with a wink.​
 
Chocolate eyes rolled skywards, as he finally pulled enough strength to whack Faolan on the side of his head. â??Perfect.â? he found himself muttering, never thinking that heâ??d have used that word after learning about it. It took another moment for him to heft himself out of bed and grabbed for his fallen towel. His softened dick looked strangely smaller than Faolanâ??s, and soft cream like what he had placed on the cake coated their fronts.

â??Come on, before I change my mind, Ngonâ?¦â? he teased, using the word rather affectionately, despite it being an insulting word in his Cantonese. There was a slight sway to his gait as he walked towards the bathroom, thought it wasnâ??t from doing something in the more naughty sense, but because his muscles around the hips were still tingling.

Stepping into the bathroom, he turned back on the water and dropped the towel off to the corner, before letting the warm liquid wash off his sweat and their semen. In the back of his mind, he thought about making something light for them to eat before relaxing the rest of the day and night away. â??Hey, Faolan, was there something you want to snack on?â? he asked, using a slightly higher tone of voice to override the waterâ??s harsh slap against the porcelain floor.
 
"Ouch! Hey!"

He rubbed the spot he got whacked with a grin as he looked at Gandrian. With a soft chuckle he watched the other boy get up and grab his towel. He, too, got up and grabbed his towel, still feeling rather sticky from their romp. It was his turn to roll his eyes at the boy's words but he followed nonetheless. After all, he was following a nice ass. He dropped his towel opposite Gandrian's and let the Chinese boy step in first before he followed suit. The Irishman got under the spray enough to get the semen and sweat off his lower half, which was staring to get irritating. He got the soap and washed himself off before stepping up behind Gandrian and washing his back before moving on to wash his chest and thighs from behind while humming.

"Hm..? You mean besides you, right?"

He teased, giving the boy's bottom a light, teasing nip. He stood up and let the water rinse off the soap before he got the shampoo and starting working it into his hair. He definitely needed this shower and let out a soft sigh of pleasure at the warmth of the water and the fact he was sharing it with someone.

"I guess...cookies would be nice. Do ya know how to make chocolate chip cookies? Tilt your head back."

He asked in curiosity. He wasn't sure if the boy had ever had them and if he hadn't, well, they could always make some. Making sure Gandrian tilted his head back, he put shampoo in the boy's hair and lathered it in until it was nice and soapy before putting the boy under the spray to rinse it out.​
 
â??Hey, yourself!â? he repeated the earlier phrase, hips jerking away from the small nip on his bottom. Gandrian didnâ??t know why he was letting the other male touch him all over, though he didnâ??t have a complaint about it earlier during theirâ?¦ session. However, while they were showering, it felt a bit strange to have someone tend to him. A bit rude as well, so he figured heâ??d return the favor. Tilting his head back, he allowed the spray of water and Faolanâ??s hands to ease out the sweat and dirt of the day, before turning around to face the Irishman.

Dark hair stuck to his temple and brushing against the top of his neck, while water droplets caressed his skin. In likewise, he was able to observe similar, if not more erotic displays of water against marble flesh. Licking his lips unconsciously, mainly out of nervousness, he picked up the soap and began to help Faolan wash as well. â??I can make cookiesâ?¦ we still have some of the cake, but that might be too sweet for a night snack. Plus, warm cookies could be brought to school tomorrowâ?¦â?

It was then that he remembered they needed to register soon, and checking the digital clock just on the bathroom counterâ??he had to wipe away some steam from the glass doorâ??he noted that it was just twenty until eight at night. They still had some time. Tomorrow was to get a feel around school, so many students used it to their advantage to find their classes and the fastest route.

Once they were done showering, he turned off the water and grabbed a clean towel, while drying off. He figured he might as well find pajamas to dress up in, since it was late enough that he didnâ??t need to cook in daily ware. â??Do you want to help? Or do you not bake and only cook?â? he asked over his shoulders.
 
He smiled at Gandrian and wondered for a moment if it was rude to help wash the other male off. He just thought it was right proper to do so after well, seducing him. But at least the other boy followed his instructions without complaint. It made him smile a bit and yet lust for more when he saw Gandrian lick his lips out of..nervousness? Well, Faolan could be dangerous after all, but he had promised not to jump the other boy and so he wouldn't. Despite how yummy he looked with all that water and those luscious lips so constantly touched by a wicked tongue. He blinked as the other boy started soaping him up, but he was a good boy and allowed him to do so and didn't move unless he needed to.

Listening to the words, he nodded. Cake was too sweet to have at night and rather heavy to eat at such an hour. But cookies were a little lighter and damn good with some tea. He smiled fondly at his roommate, noting him moving to glance at the clock in the bathroom. He rinsed off the rest of the soap and followed Gandrian out of the shower after the water was turned off and got a clean towel as well and wrapped it loosely about his hips before hearing Annie's question about helping and such. He nodded after a moment.

"Sure, I'll help. I don't normally bake, but I do love cookies and don't mind helping to make them."

He lightly kissed Gandrian's cheek as he passed by him and went into his room to get some clothes. He dropped the towel and dug around in his bags until he found a pair of loose sweats and yanked them on before tying them loosely about his waist. Stepping back out into the hallway, he waited for Annie to get his sleep wear on so they could bake.​
 
Once he got the loose tee-shirt over his head, Gandrian dried his hair with the towel, before throwing it over the hamper to dry. He walked into the kitchen area afterwards and with a small smile, he greeted Faolan there. It was strange that they were somewhat used to living with one another, but figured that they might just be each used to sharing their housing. His fingers rubbed at the spot that the Irishman had kissed, before he padded his way towards the cabinet and fished out the necessary ingredients. â??Faolanâ?¦ um, not to soundâ?¦â? he paused and rolled his shoulders.

Truthfully, he didnâ??t think this sounded any less clingy in any way heâ??d format the sentence. â??So, what are weâ?¦ now?â? the Chinese male didnâ??t face his roommate as he asked, wondering if they were considered mutually together after such an act, or if this was truly a certain greeting. There were many provenances in China, and more cities and villages than he could count. Just like anywhere, each place was just a tad bit uniquely different from their neighbor, so was it that strange that Faolan could just view something sexual as casual?

Placing the dry ingredients onto the counter, he pulled out the shifter and measuring cups out. A large bowl was set in front of him, before he began to scoop out a cup. The back of a knife was used to brush against the top to even it, before he poured it into the shifter and began to break apart the clumps of flour into the bowl. All of this was done half in silence, just waiting for a response and wondering if he should feel hurt or notâ?¦ maybe nothing at all?
 
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