Chapter 4:Part 2

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Sun shatters Trent's slumber. Thin streaks of light slip through the blinds, scattering bright slashes of pale yellow onto plain sheets helping him ease into wakefulness. With tired muscles, he moves to stretch out the aches of a restless sleep only to find that they're not there. Instead, when he twists hoping to pop the stretch of his spine, his chest soar. Gwen is asleep beside him. Her Black and blue locks spills out onto the pillow, still slightly damp from the break-of-dawn shower she had taken before finally clambering into bed. The plush of her bottom lip is rosy in the cool morning, bright and glowing with the faint redness of a nervous tick that has peeled the skin. Trent's breath catches in his throat. There's an unsuspecting beauty to her like this, something that begs him to reach out and press his mouth to the soft thrum of her pulse. He wonders if she'd taste different in the morning, with un-brushed teeth and the gentle musk of a night's sleep in someone else's bed... Of a night spent in his bed. He swallows. Would she smell like him?

Shit.

Rolling onto his back, careful to avoid waking his bed-companion, several things make themselves known to him at once.

One: He's is hard.

Two: It's the kind of morning wood that demands to be taken care of. The kind that won't be defeated with a cold-shower and a stern talking to.

Three: Sneaking off to the bathroom to take care of it is out of the question, because now, Gwen is awake and she's staring at it.

Black eyes blink slow, pupils expanding in real time as a steady blush creeps onto pale cheeks. Her lips fall ajar in invitation or prayer as her eyebrows arc, pulling at her skin until shock and her own arousal blend cleanly into her features. Trent groans. Squeezing his eyes shut, he forces his head back into his pillow and tries to steady the hammering in his chest.
'Ah - Haha. G - Good morning, B-bro.' Gwen muddles her way through the sentence even with words sticking behind her teeth.
'Don't do that.' Trent doesn't open his eyes.
'Don't do W - what, bro?'
'Call me bro while you're staring at my dick.'
Gwen squeaks. 'I'm not. I - I haven't... I didn't mean too. I just -.' Shuffling, the bed dips as she prepares the flee, but her knees are barely sustaining her weight before a hand wraps around her wrist and tugs her back down to the mattress. She lands with a soft chuff.
'Stop acting like you've never seen a cock before.' Trent doesn't let go until he knows Gwen will stay out of his own volition and even then, he unwraps his hand slowly, brushing his thumb across the back of his skin in an awkward crescent moon before releasing him.
'Yeah, but...' Leaning back on her hands, Gwen flushes.
'But what?'
'But that's... That's your... your - y'know.'
Cracking open an eye, Trent peaks at the woman perching on his bed. Despite being almost the same height as him, Gwen has managed to make herself look small. Her shoulders have hunched, her chest almost concave with the curve of her spine as she tries to fold in on herself. It's cute, in a way, that Trent's able to fluster him so completely that he physically shines, despite trying to hide it. 'My cock? You're blushing because it's my cock?'
'Stop.' Gwen shivers. 'Stop saying it like that.'
'What?' Almost fully awake now, Trent feels a grin creep onto his face as he sits up on an elbow. 'My cock... You don't want me to say my cock, is that it? What's wrong with me saying my cock?'

Gwen groans. Her face is hidden by her hands now, fingers splayed only enough to peak between them and glare at Trent. 'Stop.'
'Don't think I will.'
'Please...'
'Nah, s'more fun to wind you up...' Trent licks his teeth. 'Never seen you blush like a school girl before, and to think all I had to do was talk about my dick -.'
'Trent!' Gwen squirms again, reluctantly taking her hands from her face. 'If you don't shut up right now, I'll -.'
'What'cha gonna do, Gwen?'
Something burns hot and steady in Gwen's stomach. It makes sense now he's thinking about it, that Trent's stupid fucking mouth would probably be his undoing... 'I'll make you that's what.'

With his heart beating in his ears, Trent feels the swell of excitement trickle into his veins. It feels dangerous, this, like flirting with his downfall and yet, he can't find it in him to stop. Instead, he licks at his teeth and grins, silently hoping for an outcome he's not sure he's even ready for. 'And how you going to do that?'
Gwen bites his lip. The air in the room feels stale and electrified all at once as his arms unlock allowing him to move and then, he's kissing him.
A gasp slips from Trent's throat when firm lips are pressed to his, but he sinks into it all too easily. A moan bubbles in his chest when a palm wraps the back of his neck and he scrambles, hands tangling into the front of Gwen's t-shirt to steady himself. Nipping at Gwen's bottom lip, he tugs, desperate to taste more.
The sudden pull off-balances Gwen, sending him forward onto her hand and trapping Trent beneath her. Her body curls in an attempt not to crush him, but it's not enough to stop their foreheads banging together. 'Oh, shit. I'm sor -.'
Trent's hands untangle from Gwen's shirt, only to skate up the plain of her neck and curl behind her head. 'Shut up. Just... Just kiss me...' It leaves his tongue on a whisper that tangles with Gwen's breath as it fans across his cheeks.

'Yeah?'

'Fuckin' now, dammit.'

A laugh is on Gwen's lips as she sinks down to kiss him again. He feeds it to Trent, licks into her mouth and steals a stuttered gasp before reeling back again. The hard bar of Trent's cock presses up into her stomach, twitching as she grinds down experimentally, giving it sanctuary in the crease of her thigh.

'Can...' Gwen kisses him, misses his mouth by a millimetre and causes Bakugo to chase him. 'Can I...' The next kiss, she places on his jaw. Then his neck, the turn of his shoulder. 'Can I touch you?'

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 09, 2024 ⏰

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