Chosen One, 92
Isaac kissed Peter slowly, not letting up as he went, exploring his mouth with his tongue. He was sitting in Peter’s lap, riding his dick while making out with him. They were on a couch in the dorm’s biggest common room, celebrating Peter’s birthday.
Isaac wasn’t going to let anything else that had happened ruin this for Peter. Klaus and everything else could just wait one day. Garrett had been sick this morning, but he was feeling better, well enough that he was at the party. Almost everyone Isaac cared about was here, and they were having a good time, and Isaac intended to keep it that way.
It wasn’t an orgy—yet—but Isaac and Peter weren’t the only ones having sex, or at least they hadn’t been when they’d started. Peter had been getting birthday blowjobs all day, starting with the one from Isaac that had woken him up and going all the way to just a bit ago when he’d gotten one from Colby right here on this couch. Isaac had climbed into his lap after for his own turn.
It was a good thing Isaac’s second present for Peter had been a nice spell to keep him energetic all day. A while after the party had started, around when people had started to take clothes off, he’d put another one around the room, which nobody had objected to.