Scott rushed into his room. Practice was unusually rough today and what made it worse was that he had to write a full paper tonight before class in the morning, meaning he had to get right to it. He barely took the time to get his shoes off before he pulled back his computer chair and took a seat.
Scott sighed when his sweat drenched ass let out a squelch as it impacted his worn out cushion. He grabbed the seat of his chair as he lifted up and hopped forward. He effectively moved the chair further under his desk, before getting to work. He seat felt different than normal, almost like it was bunching up in-between his ass cheeks. It felt kind of nice and he clenched his asshole absentmindedly as he typed away.
Stiles felt the chair get pulled back and looked up just in time to see Scott's planetary ass descending. Stiles screamed trying to get his attention but failed miserably, running out of breath he gasped trying to inhale to let out another scream. However, the moment air once again touched his lungs they shriveled from the potent musk.
Scott's sweat soaked, muscle covered cheeks were trampling above Stiles as they lowered into a deep squat. He couldn't move in time to stop from getting crushed between in his muscle pillows and he made contact. Sucked deep into a wedgie the lack of space forced sweat to wring out of the no longer white lacrosse shorts. The putrid concoction flowed around him leaving the poor tiny gasping even more and trying to stop himself from drowning.
Stiles felt Scott's hot muscles all around him but specifically on his chest were it feels like it's beginning to gnaw on him. He heard more squelching as the pucker continued to squeezed him through the fabric.
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