He flinched slightly and opened his eyes wider; with some satisfaction I noticed his pupils were dilated.
"Let’s get to class before we get soaked," he murmured.
He put out his cigarette in the ashtray and walked past me toward the main building.
I followed him, staring at his ass. Because why not? He had narrow hips, typical for betas, but his ass cheeks were round and pert. Very… enticing. Did I imagine it, or did he sway them a bit more, knowing I was watching? Probably just my imagination.
During the first class, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I kept sneaking glances, and I noticed him doing the same a few times. At some moments, I was kinda zoning out, staring at his lips and the tip of his tongue playing with his piercing.
When we were in line at the cafeteria, Sean approached us with a slightly unsure expression. He was probably surprised to see us together two days in a row. It was a pretty big change—from total distance and hostility to seemingly hanging out all the time.
As we waited in line, Soren leaned forward slightly and murmured,
"Oh, my favorite broccoli cream soup! They haven’t had it in a while!"
"You better hurry and get it then. Looks like they only have three left," Sean snarked.
Soren wasn’t so lucky. A few students ahead of us took the soup, and the last one was snagged by a freshman omega standing right in front of us.
Disappointment showed on Soren's face.
Sean grabbed his tray first, followed by Soren, who settled for just a sandwich. They both headed toward a three-person table. Was that a sign I was invited too?
But what about the soup? I wasn’t ready to give up. I quickly approached the young omega and pulled out $20.
"Hey, I really want that soup. I'll give you 20 bucks if you let me have it," I said.
The omega looked up at me through thick glasses, swallowed hard, and blinked. "But I’m really hungry," he squeaked.
"Okay, how about 50 bucks? That’s enough to buy all the other soups," I offered.
His eyes widened at the money, then he tilted his head and smiled slightly. "Alrighty. Deal."
With a sigh of relief, I took the soup and walked over to the table where Sean and Soren were sitting.
Silently, I set the soup in front of Soren and then sat down in the last available chair.
When I looked at Soren, he was staring at me with a strange expression. Sean, on the other hand, tried to suppress his laughter.
Neither of them said anything about it, though. We all ate in almost total silence. Soren wasn’t eager to engage with Sean, who also didn’t look super comfortable; they only exchanged a few words about the rainy weather.
I zoned out again, kinda hypnotized by the way Soren’s hands and fingers absentmindedly played with his long silver earrings. It was so… mesmerizing, his long, slim fingers with black-painted nails swirling around those shiny wires, making quiet tinkling, chiming sounds.
After I finished eating, I got up and left the cafeteria, heading toward the lecture hall alone, since it was one of the few courses I didn’t have with Soren. I still had about fifteen minutes before class started.
But a moment later, I saw Soren walking quickly in my direction.
His cheeks were slightly flushed. He looked stiff and very serious as he stood next to me, and then he said…
"Would you like to go to the bathroom?"
Oh, wow, I hadn't expected this, but how could I refuse? I smiled happily and nodded.
As soon as we entered the stall, I hugged him and pulled him close to me.
God, what a wonderful feeling it was, my whole body trembled, he was trembling too, I felt his arms rise and embrace my back tightly, he had never done that before. My lips began their journey down his neck, and Soren seemed to know what lay ahead, tipping his head back to give me room for my lewd ministrations on his naked skin. I noticed a few pale hickeys there as well, a reminder of our session yesterday. My lips licked, nibbled, and sucked greedily, and he let me, making cute, raspy sounds of pleasure.
"I want to suck you off," I murmured into his neck. "I want you to facefuck me…"