The same time of day, but different location. "God, I hate you." You panted softly as you laid on the wooden desk underneath him.

He only glared at you, ducking his head to the crook of your neck to kiss the mark he left there. "Shut up, you were the one moaning." A grunt swept past his lips as he finally stopped moving, backing away from you to catch his breath.

"Hurry up," he rushed in a harsh tone, tossing you your clothes that were scattered over the floor.