Originally posted by haechens. You rolled your eyes, a huff of laughter escaping your lips as you looked up from your work to raise an eyebrow at the boy beside you, his puffy brown hair falling over his eyes as he bobbed his head to the imaginary music playing in his head. Dragging your gaze away, you looked back down at the post-it glaring at you from its position on a hot cup of coffee sitting on your desk- supposedly from him, reading:. You frowned after reading it for the umpteenth time, not knowing what he would want you to meet him for, a sick feeling in your stomach refusing to let you study in peace until you knew just what it was, and Lucas, of course. You clenched the strap of your bag tighter in your hands as you neared his table, being able to hear the muffled pumping bass of his music through his headphones. Holding the cup with the post-it in your hand, you took in a deep breath before holding it in front of his face.
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Is it weird that from the things you mentioned about yourself I see my 20 year old self in you? It was my second year of college and I had a few hours to kill between my lectures and some stupid committee meeting of a college club I was a part of. Now, time for some context. I was in a commerce college - one of the best in the country - where everyone was obsessed with becoming a Chartered Accountant.
One of my biggest kinks is desperation, and both of these scenarios reek of it. Horny young men, trying to make Good Choices, but so eager for some kind of release and for each other that they find a way? Goodness, yes.