<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Atomic Density of Sealing Wax"</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/770x0/170aebbb4227403d8c9778599a42051c.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:45PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antonie Jepson  <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/>Shocked. It was the only descriptor he had in his arsenal when he was rocked forward, before subsequently being rocked internally. He had NOT expected that. Some lip biting, maybe. A few coy glances before Mr. Right Time, Wrong School went on his merry, fun-fact-filled way. But, a kiss? Let alone one that was so defiantly public? He would've lost his life savings in a bet like that. <br/><br/>Arching up onto the tips of his toes, he forfeited the hold on his hand to slide his arms up and around his lanky neck in a tight, shamelessly eager hold. Oh, those lips were good for more than just flappin'. Just the right pressure. The perfect ratio of tongue to tongue contact. He had this down to a science. But, that was hardly a surprise given his personality, right? Right. <br/><br/><strong>"Public hallway..."</strong><br/><br/>The censure was only half-hearted, given how aggressively he was panting against his lips. Hell, the slight whimper was proof enough that he couldn't hold himself back, no matter the threat of faculty flogging. But, he didn't want to drag the guy down with him. Sure, Eli had a reputation as being resistant to their 'techniques', but he wasn't about to tarnish a random student's efforts if it was what they really wanted. You know... if he couldn't feel the guy's thick cock pulsing against his leg through his jeans, each time his tongue gave it another go. Idly, he wondered whether he topped or bottomed... Just for shits and giggles. <br/><br/></span></span><br/>