<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/66132603c084e5780378cfa8dc78855c.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Bc0001.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>University, Fitness Center, Stairs<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>Tease Reversal; rolled a 3! Trapped!<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>That fucking door. As soon as he saw it, at the end of the stairs into the descent, he knew it was a 50/50 chance. Would it open or would it stay shut, a dead end? He heard the soccer captain call out. That running wouldn't work. They both knew it. He went down the stairs. Risked it all. He banged into the bar on the door, a hollow echo of several thuds.<br/><br/>The door did not budge. It was sealed, like his fate. He pressed into it with all he had, for another real try, but Travis came up charging, slamming skin against skin. His face was pinned to the door, wincing, with his own arms and elbows tucked in. No matter how he tried to get a foothold, his feet slowly slipped apart. He was trapped under both their weight. He would have cursed loudly for being so fucking stupid and allowing that to happen, but Travis's powerful jock arm nudging sharply into his back put a strain on his throat and lungs. He wheezed, forced against that fucking taunting door, with a hungry hand pawing down his quivering legs.<br/><br/>He even heard the moans of the ghouls on the other side.<br/><br/>"No more running, Drake. I am going to make you see stars."<br/><br/>Drake's cock thud hard against the door, trapped, stuck between metal and man. Rough kisses punched down his body, allowing him to breathe again, and then the bites started at his ass, nibbling. He tiredly leaned on the door, resting his head into his elbow. Maybe if he'd sleep, it would be over sooner. In the darkness, he indeed saw stars. Just let him take what he wants. Drake stopped thinking and gasped at the warm wet tongue manipulating his hole, slipping into it. Travis's tongue was the devil's. Drake hummed, stifled, and winced.<br/><br/>He tried to push him away with one hand, saying angrily, "Stop, we can't." Not wanting to give it away that he was actually enjoying this. He struggled, trying to press his asscheeks together and halfheartedly turning his hips to either side to get free. Get off me, he almost said. His cock slipped down, free from his thigh, spilling drops and a string of colorless lubricant. The tip of his cock burned hotly, at being untasted. With his other hand giving up on resisting Travis and slapping the wall in defeat, Drake buried his bearded face deeper into his elbow.<br/><br/>He would wait for the right time to get out of this. And the only way out of it wasn't running or hiding. He had to drain this man dry, to the last drop.<br/><br/>For now, he relaxed his back, getting lost again in Travis's tongue violating his inside. His hole couldn't fight anymore.