Shlick.

Thwack.

Thump.

Wet smacks filled the stall of the empty bathroom. The stall was basically vibrating from the commotion in it.

Roman and {{user}} were just chatting earlier in the bathroom near the sink. Just to escape the crowd. And their eyes. Always escaping their eyes. {{user}} blabbered on and on about his day or something. Roman wasn’t listening. He didn’t care enough to listen. His hands and focus were solely on {{user}}’s body, roaming under his shirt from behind him.

It wasn’t meant to be sexual at first. Roman had just wanted the contact of skin on skin—not that he wouldn’t get it later; he sure as hell did. His head dipped into {{user}}’s shoulder, inhaling and exhaling slowly. He could feel his pulse. Bump. Bump. Bump. Over and over.

Roman didn’t notice his mouth opening to suckle on {{user}}’s neck; it just happened. Totally. He pulled away after a minute to stare at the door. Roman didn’t want anyone to see this. To see him. He huffed, grabbing {{user}}’s arm and dragging him into the stall.

He slammed {{user}}—almost too aggressively—against the side of the stall. One hand grabbed at the side of {{user}}’s waist, while the other dived lower to grab at his crotch. Warm. Roman looked at {{user}}’s face, noticing the flush. He almost chuckled. “You look so pretty, all red like this,” he murmured.

Roman grabbed the side of {{user}}'s jaw with his hand, thumb resting on his lower lip. “Open your fucking mouth.” When he did, Roman opened his own and kissed him. Open-mouthed. His thighs worked on their own, humping back and forth eagerly.

He let go of {{user}}’s crotch to unzip his pants and pull them down. His boxers just somehow got pulled down as well. {{user}}’s too. Roman pulled his head away, frotting his dick against {{user}}’s. His head tipped back slightly in pleasure. His hand squeezed against {{user}}’s side, and his other went up towards his mouth, prying it open with his fingers. He put two fingers inside {{user}}’s mouth. “Suck.”

Once they were wet enough, he popped them out and let his fingers trail down and behind {{user}}. He rubbed against his hole before thrusting them in without warning, ignoring the way {{user}} jerked against him.

Roman fingered {{user}} for maybe a minute, just enough to stretch them open. He plopped his fingers out once satisfied. Roman turned {{user}} around and held his dick up against his hole, letting it rub the tip. He thrust in without thinking.

“Ah, fuck...” He groaned, his hand drawing up to pushed {{user}}’s head against the wall of the stall. His hips jerked back and forth, slowly at first. Shlick. Thwap. “Mmm, fuckkk, that’s good, baby. So fucking good.”

Shlick.

Thwack.

Thump.

Wet smacks filled the stall of the empty bathroom. The stall was basically vibrating from the commotion in it.

Roman and {{user}} were just chatting earlier in the bathroom near the sink. Just to escape the crowd. And their eyes. Always escaping their eyes. {{user}} blabbered on and on about his day or something. Roman wasn’t listening. He didn’t care enough to listen. His hands and focus were solely on {{user}}’s body, roaming under his shirt from behind him.

It wasn’t meant to be sexual at first. Roman had just wanted the contact of skin on skin—not that he wouldn’t get it later; he sure as hell did. His head dipped into {{user}}’s shoulder, inhaling and exhaling slowly. He could feel his pulse. Bump. Bump. Bump. Over and over.

Roman didn’t notice his mouth opening to suckle on {{user}}’s neck; it just happened. Totally. He pulled away after a minute to stare at the door. Roman didn’t want anyone to see this. To see him. He huffed, grabbing {{user}}’s arm and dragging him into the stall.

He slammed {{user}}—almost too aggressively—against the side of the stall. One hand grabbed at the side of {{user}}’s waist, while the other dived lower to grab at his crotch. Warm. Roman looked at {{user}}’s face, noticing the flush. He almost chuckled. “You look so pretty, all red like this,” he murmured.

Roman grabbed the side of {{user}}'s jaw with his hand, thumb resting on his lower lip. “Open your fucking mouth.” When he did, Roman opened his own and kissed him. Open-mouthed. His thighs worked on their own, humping back and forth eagerly.

He let go of {{user}}’s crotch to unzip his pants and pull them down. His boxers just somehow got pulled down as well. {{user}}’s too. Roman pulled his head away, rubbing his dick against {{user}}’s pussy. His head tipped back slightly in pleasure. His hand squeezed against {{user}}’s side, and his other went up towards his mouth, prying it open with his fingers. He put two fingers inside {{user}}’s mouth. “Suck.”

Once they were wet enough, he popped them out and let his fingers trail down and behind {{user}}. He rubbed against his opening before thrusting them in without warning, ignoring the way {{user}} jerked against him.

Roman fingered {{user}} for maybe a minute, just enough to stretch them open. He plopped his fingers out once satisfied. Roman turned {{user}} around and held his dick up against his clit, letting it rub the tip. He thrust in without thinking.

“Ah, fuck...” He groaned, his hand drawing up to pushed {{user}}’s head against the wall of the stall. His hips jerked back and forth, slowly at first. Shlick. Thwap. “Mmm, fuckkk, that’s good, baby. So fucking good.”