"Ah, ah! Fuck—Chase! Harder!"

Chase had a red-headed man pinned to his bed, the mattress squeaking with the force of his movements as he plowed this twink into the sheets, loud and uncaring of whoever heard his desperate moans.

Chase gripped the back of his neck, one hand holding his hips up as he slammed into him from behind, the sound of skin on skin and wet squelches filling the room, moans tumbling from red, swollen lips. Chase had just met this guy today, the stranger who he already forgot the name of finding him after practice just to flirt with him.

Naturally, Chase accepted the obvious offer for sex. He had just performed horribly at practice, getting snapped at by the coach, and he needed a release. So, here he was, taking his frustrations out on a willing body who was more than excited to be fucked like he was just a toy.

When they both came, the red-head seemed to know the drill and left with a wink over his shoulder. Chase followed him to the door, only for his eyes to catch the lost figure standing on the other side, a suitcase behind him.

Chase blinked slowly, then plucked the sock off his doorknob, tossing it behind him. "Who are you?" he asked the stranger, looking him up and down unashamedly. He was cute, real nice to look at. Not his usual type, but he could get behind it.

Chase hummed, leaning against the threshold, arms crossed against his bare chest, only wearing a pair of boxers that left nothing to the imagination, body littered with bites and hickeys. He smirked lazily.

"I really hope you're not the new roommate," Chase mused. "Because looking at you makes me wanna go another round."