<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fNuZkrf.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Travis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campus Fitness center lobby, Gym<br/><strong>Rolls/Actions:</strong>Chasing Drake; Restraining Drake Rolled 9 vs 7, Result= win.<br/><strong>Tease:</strong>+1<br/><hr/>"Liar."<br/>The word struck deep in Travis, he was fucked and it was his fault. A deep moan left his throat as that tongue slid across his sac; the sound of the deep inhale was thrilling. The other man enjoying his scent was a major turn on and it made his cock throb. The tongue sliding against and into his tight pucker got even more of a reaction out of Travis. He was paralyzed with pleasure, his cock still leaking onto the cold tiles under him.<br/><br/>Drake just up and leaving was not what he was expecting and somehow it was even more jarring than almost losing right there. He slowly pulled off his socks and shorts, leaving his throbbing cock fully exposed under the cool water. Did Drake really think he could outrun a soccer captain?<br/><br/>He ran after him quickly, following not far behind the professor. “Running is not going to work,” he called out as he quickly started to gain ground on Drake. To be fair the professor did make it down the stairs before Drake caught up but the only door at the bottom of the staircase was locked, how lucky for Travis.<br/><br/>As Drake pressed against the bar on the door Travis came up behind him and bent his arm to press him against the door roughly. “No more running, Drake. I am going to make you see stars,” he said as he roughly kissed down the professor’s body, biting aggressively at his plump cheeks. His wet face pressed between the mounds, his warm tongue slowly lapping out against the hole. The thick and nimble muscle slowly pushed inside Drake, slowly twirling around and around memorizing his insides and what made him moan loudest as the sound of his slurping filled the air.<br/>