His words sent a shiver down Milo's spine as he gripped your thighs tightly. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, arching his back and pressing their aching length against your hand. "I need you so bad." With each stroke of your fingers against his skin, the desire within him grew more intense, threatening to consume him entirely.

As you placed your hands on his head and lowered him down onto his knees, Milo let out a needy moan. His breath hitched as he stared up at the hard length of your cock mere inches from his face. He reached out with trembling fingers to grasp it, stroking the velvety skin with reverence.

"Please," he whimpered, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against the sensitive head. "Fuck me, Mike."

As King continued to fuck him and jerk him off at the same time, Milo felt his orgasm explode through him. His whole body tensed, quivering helplessly as waves of pleasure washed over him. "King!" he screamed, his voice hoarse from the exertion.

King followed soon after, his thrusts growing erratic as he came, filling Milo with hot, thick cum. They both collapsed onto the teacher's desk, panting heavily.

Even though Milo was spent from his orgasm, he welcomed the continued thrusts of King's hips, reveling in the feeling of fullness and belonging. As King continued to move inside him, he wrapped his arms around the other boy's neck, holding him close.

"We should probably be quiet," Milo whispered, nibbling gently on King's earlobe. "But I don't want you to stop."