Symbiote Boyfriend: Spite 4 (special preview)

“No,” I grumble. “But we’re here, aren’t we?”

Eli looks up to Spite. “And how about you? Ready to show off the goods?”

Spite rises up from a hoodie and lays his head in my hair. “You’ve been trying to get into my pants since I walked into your life.”

Eli smirks at him and arches a brow. “You don’t have pants.”

Spite hisses then turns back into a hood.

Eli takes the small victory. “Urata and I are almost done setting up.” He points towards a door near the back of the classroom. “If you want, you can go into his office and get yourself ready. I’ll come in and fetch you when the class arrives.”

“Thanks, I haven’t eaten yet so I’ll do that.” I go back into the office. I sit down and take out one of the snack packs from my bag.

“Nice and quiet.” Spite whispers to me. “Why don’t we relax a little bit before we show off to the world?”

I huff as I try to enjoy the fruit in the pack. “I should have known.”

Spite twists around me, squeezing back skin tight against me. Some of his tendrils coil into my mouth and squeeze around my tongue. He slips into my pants, grabbing hold of me and squeezing around my shaft.

“Just a little release so we don’t get too excited out there,” he purrs.

I moan, leaning back in the chair. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Spite teases. 

I grunt, glaring back at him. Spite releases my tongue with a smarmy giggle. “Hold on,” I huff. I undo the zipper of my pants then arch my hips to tug them and my boxers down. “Go ahead.”

Spite cackles. “You’re eager today.”

“No, I just know when I shouldn’t argue by now.” I bite my lip as I watch his white and red tendrils stroke over my cock. “It does feel good though.”

“In the teacher’s office none the less,” Spite hisses. “I wonder how many times Mr. Masutaro has bent Eli over this desk and fucked him senseless.”

“Spite, please,” I grunt.

Spite covers my head and face. Our eyes gaze down at our body, looking over the red and white. Our hand is wrapped around our cock, stroking it as we breathe in. 

“Just us,” Spite moans. “Think about it, Max.”

He starts to go inside me, pressing into my ass. I cry out, both our voices echoing from the same throat. “Spite,” I gasp. 

He growls low, thrusting inside me, going deep then pulling out. We stand up and I bend myself over the desk. Spite squeezes tight around me, continuing to stroke our cock while he moves inside me. 

“Only us Max, that’s all that has ever mattered,” he breathes. “The two of us, as one, so perfect and whole.” His movements echo into the room, a wet slapping sound that grows louder and harder.