He watched, trembling, as his schoolmate undressed. First was his shirt, then his trousers, then his boxers. His heart raced as he saw the bruises on his thighs and his hips, and the short tuft of ebony hair between his legs. He drank in all the details until his schoolmate left, leaving the locker room coated in a forbidden mist of lust.
Browsing: peeking
He pushed me against the blissfully cold tiling, engulfing my warmth with his. He brought his lips against mine with forceful determination, soft yet demanding. I trailed my hands over his toned, sculpted torso, desiring more of him, more of his taste and his unyielding passion. He kissed back with an animalistic fervour, unmasking with each touch the hidden depths of desire.