AFTER HOURS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

NICO “It doesn’t mean anything…” he grunted, cheeks still flushed from the shock of an unexpected prostate milking.I bit my lip to contain my grin, handing him a washcloth so he could wipe the cum off his abs and chest. “Oh, it definitely means something.” He paused to stare at me, hazel eyes all wide, like a confused baby lamb. I chuckled. “Enzo… you came in less than a minute. Nothing touching your dick… Just from my fingers. The jig is officially up. You’re a bottom.”“No, I’m not,” he growled, holding on to his defenses like a shield in medieval battle. “It’s made to feel good. That’s what that… thing does.”“Your prostate?” I folded my arms over my chest, and he scowled.“It would feel good for anyone,” he huffed while wiping himself down.“It doesn’t mean I want to get fucked.”“Okay… except that you do.” My face slanted, and he shook his head.“Boy, if other people worked as hard as you at denying themselves good things, we’d be living in a world without dicks.” He scoffed,

NICO “Fuck you, bitch,” I grumble at the screen, my fingers working on the controller to smash a zombie’s head open. I bash him repeatedly with a pipe until his skull explodes into a million pieces. I chuckle. Because it’s funny. I’m playing The Last of Us. After that little moment in the locker room, I decided I just wanted to come back to the dorm and be alone. Seriously, my eyes are closing while I’m playing, and by the third time I die because I’m half-conscious, I let them flutter shut and I end up passing out on the couch. There’s a buzzing on the edge of my brain. I can’t tell if it’s happening in real life or in my cluttered dreams. But then the sound of knocking fully wakes me up. It’s not loud knocking, but it’s definitely incessant. Sitting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes, noting the time on the clock. Two-fifteen. Padding over to the door, I use the peephole, because I’m not exactly sure who would be showing up at this ungodly hour. Of course it’s Enzo. He’s stan

NICOGripping my cock, I aim the head, nudging it between his cheeks. He’s immediately trembling, most likely from all the nervous anticipation I can feel radiating between the two of us like scorching electric waves. When my crown pushes up to his hole, I’m met with resistance.“Relax for me,” I croon, moving my mouth down to his ear to suck on the lobe the way he likes.It gets his muscles to ease up just enough, and I give him a gentle shove, urging just the tip of my cock into his ass as easily as I can manage when all I want is to fucking plunge myself in.Enzo’s face contorts in discomfort, but he doesn’t tell me to stop. He simply chomps down on his lower lip to contain the whining noises, digging his fingers into my chest while he struggles to relax.Sucking on his ear some more, I hum, “You already feel incredible…” Hoping the praise will help. Which it does.His body eases up even more, enough for me to keep nudging, and before I know it, the entire swollen curve of my he

ENZO I’m exhausted, but I’m flying high. We’re in Arizona and we just won another playoff game. Kicked the crap out of the Wildcats, thirty-two to fourteen, then went out to dinner and celebrated as a team, getting rowdy and annoying everyone else in the restaurant. Not kidding. The people of Tucson weren’t exactly thrilled about my team showing up and crushing their team. But we don’t care. We’re killing it this season, and it feels like nothing can stop us. Which is why when Graham and Zion begged me to come party in Zion’s room with the rest of the team and a bunch of girls, I was actually considering it even though Coach strictly warned us against getting wild tonight. But then the rational part of me insisted on going back to my room to get some rest. We have a seven a.m. flight back to Boston and I’d really like not to be hungover for it. I’m sharing a room with Guty, and since he’s up the hall causing mayhem, I have the room to myself, which is perfect. I just want

ENZO Chomping down on my lip, I nod fast, stuffing both fingers between my cheeks. I don’t even care about pain or discomfort at this point… I’m fucking throbbing deep in my core and I need relief. So I push my fingers inside myself, forcing my ass to relax enough to take them at once. Angling the camera, I let Nico watch as they stretch me, sliding in as deep as I can get them. It’s so frustratingly good, the sensation of being entered while also knowing it’s nowhere near as deep, or wide, as it was last time. When it was his dick. “Pump them for me, baby.” His voice is uneven, raspy and hushed. I love the sound of it… It means he’s turned on as fuck and about to come. Just from watching me… This must be the way the fans feel. “Fuck that tiny hole with your fingers the way I’d do it with my big dick…” “Uhhhfuck… Fuck me. I want you to fuck me… harder.” I’m not even aware of what I’m saying, I’m just rutting my hips against my hand while my cock flinches and swells on