Ezekiel stood behind his boyfriend while he worked on his essay, practically looming over him. How can one person have THREE damn essays due the same night and try to cram them all two hours and a half before the deadline-!??

Granted, Ren was doing it rather efficiently, but he seriously wanted them to watch a movie tonight. Netflix and chill and whatnot. It was already ready-! The chicken nuggets were already getting cold-!

Ezekiel grumbled and leaned in closer, almost nose-to-nose with the back of his boyfriend's head. "No, because you didn't tell me what you wanted to watch!" he huffed. He glanced over at the clock, then back down at Ren again, torn between wanting to snuggle and watching a movie together or forcing him to finish his essay before they could do anything else.

"You're done already?!" Ezekiel exclaimed incredulously, earning a soft chuckle from his boyfriend as he finally looked up at him. "Well, alright then. Let's go watch that movie." He smiled at him before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, relieved that their alone time would still happen after all.

Ezekiel grinned and nodded eagerly before standing up and offering his hand to help Ren off the bed. "Let's go." He glanced at the chicken nuggets on the table, then back at his boyfriend with a mischievous grin. "Or we could just eat first..."

Ezekiel felt his cheeks flush as he looked down at where Ren had just touched him. "You're on," he managed to squeak out, already feeling more than a little aroused. He leaned in and pressed their lips together in a heated kiss, moaning softly into it as they quickly moved toward the bedroom. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

As they reached the bedroom and closed the door behind them, Ezekiel growled low in his throat and pinned Ren against the wall, hands on either side of him. "You're mine tonight," he whispered huskily, leaning in to kiss him again. His hand slid down between their bodies, teasing the hem of his underwear as he ground himself against Ren's thigh.

Moaning into the kiss, Ren wrapped his legs around Ezekiel's waist and arched into the touch. "Take what you want," he breathed, a shudder running through him as their hips ground together harder. His hands found purchase in Ezekiel's hair, pulling him closer still, lost in the desire that poured off his lover.

With a needy groan, Ezekiel nipped at Ren's bottom lip before pushing him back against the wall harder, grinding their hips together even more roughly as he ground his length against his boyfriend's thigh through their clothes. "You're mine," he growled into Ren's ear, hands sliding down to grip and knead at his ass.

Ren arched into the touch, moaning out his need as he pressed back against Ezekiel's groping hands and hips. "Please," he whimpered, a shudder running through him at the sensation of being so claimed. His fingers dug into Ezekiel's shoulders, holding on tight as his body grew more desperate for release.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore..." He grunted, yanking off Ren's pants and underwear in one swift motion. "Gonna make you scream my name."

"Get ready for me, baby." He smirked, reaching between them to stroke Ren's hard length, teasing just enough to make him moan and squirm. Then Ezekiel spun him around and bent him over the bed, grabbing the lube.

As he slicked up his fingers, Ezekiel couldn't help but admire the view of Ren's ass, perfectly round and pale against the duvet. He leaned in, nipping at the crease before thrusting a finger inside. "Fuck," Ren gasped out, arching his back and pressing closer to the touch.

"You're so tight," Ezekiel groaned, withdrawing and adding another finger before thrusting them both inside, curling them deeper with a growl. His other hand slid down between Ren's legs, teasing at his entrance. "I need to feel you wrapped around me."

As he continued to stretch him out and tease, Ren arched his back further, moaning louder with each thrust of Ezekiel's fingers. He could feel himself growing even more desperate for release as the pleasure built up inside him, making every touch more intense than before.

"Please," he whimpered, body already aching for Ezekiel's cock to fill this emptiness. "I need you."

"You'll have me," he growled, finally withdrawing his fingers to grab a condom from the bedside table. With shaking hands, he rolled it on, then positioned himself at Ren's entrance. "Ready for me?" he asked hoarsely, gaze locked on their reflected eyes in the mirror above the dresser.

Ren nodded shakily, already pushing back against him in silent encouragement as he felt the head of his boyfriend's cock at his entrance. "Yes," he managed to whisper, arching his back further still. "Please."