My name is Izzie Rotschild and I'm 17. I'm a Junior at Malcolm Hunt, and I'm a writer. If you have any problems with that, or my girl's nickname, I'll just kindly ask you to fuck off.
this is rp.
I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. Writer has been working a lot and things got a little too busy :(
I asked him to switch rooms with me. :)
Oh! I didn’t realise those were your things. I guess I… haven’t really paid attention to the surroundings last time I’ve been to your room, and. Hah.
Maybe you have a cute boy sleeping in your room with you now.
What happened to my old roommate? Is everything alright?
There seems to be something different with my dorm, but I can’t really pinpoint what. Humm.
Mason couldn’t help but watch Izzie’s reactions. Every noise he made and every face he made was causing Mason to feel all mushy inside. He laughed a bit when the other helped him flip over, now looking up at Izzie. “Baby… It’s in the drawer.” He said, pointing to one of the nightstand drawers. He giggled to himself as his boyfriend searched for lube and maybe other things.
Izzie went through the things on the drawer a little nervously, before finally finding the bottle of lube. He blushed a little when he thought of how they probably looked, tangled in each other as he tried to figure how to position himself. He settled for sitting on his thighs, then, between Mason’s legs, as he poured some of the lube on his palm. It felt cold and… weird, and he didn’t think he’d like to get that cold thing on his skin, so. He rubbed his hands against one another, feeling it get warmer. Frowning a little as he focused, he leaned over his boyfriend, trying not to think of the stain that it would leave on the sheets as he propped himself in one hand, looking down as he reached to smear the fluid over Mason’s hole, massaging it there as he bent down to look at him. “Tell me what to do…”
Mason let out another moan as Izzie wrapped a hand around his cock. “Fuck. Baby… let’s… missionary… I wanna… see you… I want your first time to be good. I want to be good for you.” He said, whimpering a bit. He leaned his head on the other’s shoulder and bit down a bit, bucking his hips up, his ass rubbing against the other’s cock as he did so. His nerves were starting to come back. Doubt of Izzie even liking anything Mason did came flooded into the boy’s head.
Izzie smiled as he looked at Mason, his eyes wide and alert. The other’s were also open, alive, and. He was beautiful. Fuck. And the thing he was doing with his hips, that… it was so good, he didn’t even know how could he handle more pleasure. “Anything… Mason, Jesus fuck, anything you will be good for me, fuck,” he panted out, kissing him once again before flipping them over, helping his boyfriend lie down on his back. He hovered over the other, then, looking down and him and feeling his dick twitch at the sight. “Wh-where’s… the stuff?” he asked, then, shifting to look for the things on the nightstand, trying to keep himself calm.
“Yeah. I just fucking wanna see you all the time.” He said, smiling wide. He started rocking his hips a bit down onto the other’s cock. He couldn’t help but bite out a dirty moan, his cheeks turning even more red than before. “I want you too. I need you. Please… tell me how we should do this… I can… I can fucking ride you or… missionary.” He whined out, biting his bottom lip. “I just… fuck… I have lube and anything you need. I have everything we need.” He said before leaning down to kiss up the other’s shoulder.
Izzie wasn’t the one to swear, but. “Fuck. Fuck fuck” Was, apparently, the only thing he was able to say as Mason moved, because then there was friction, and. He chocked back a noise, embarrassed, kissing his boyfriend so he wouldn’t have to worry about words for a bit. “Just… tell me how you l-like it… I want it to be good for you…” he managed to say, kissing him again and again, tentatively reaching down to touch Mason’s cock, feeling it on his hand, wrapping his fingers around the other’s length. He wanted that, and he wanted it so much; he thought, stroking him with his lips parted, breathing raggedly already. It was a lot to wrap his mind around, but it was proving to be much less hard than he’d thought.
Morning, everyone :)
Mason kissed the other as hard as he could, his chest clenching painfully when he heard the other’s words. “I… Why would I wanna shut off the lights? I can’t see you if I do.” He said, leaning in to kiss again. He pulled away when the other told him of his virginity. “I… I know… I… I want to be your first… if you’ll…. if you’ll have me.” He said, looking at Izzie with big brown eyes.
Izzie was getting nervous, and he didn’t want to be. He was so aroused now, and. A part of him just wanted it all to be over, so they could make each other come and forget about the world for the rest of the night, but. Mason seemed to want him way more than he could even understand. “You… you wanna see me?” He asked, dumbly, kissing him back and shuddering with every little move of their bodies together, pressing his thumbs onto his boyfriend’s hips. “I… I want you, I want you so much, please” he said, finally, ignoring how he felt like it would be a lousy fuck for Mason, when he was so far gone already; or how it probably meant he’d be dumped as soon as he realized how terrible Izzie was at this.
