Yutaka looked too smug in Yuu's opinion. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, especially every time they saw each other in class the other looked so smug, like he'd already won. Ever since their parting with that agreement, his dimpled student hadn't left his mind much - he was a constant thought that annoyed him every time he was idle. He felt like he'd been mind ed here. And as the two-week mark came closer and closer, Yuu couldn't help but feel more and more worried. He wasn't even sure why. In the first place, he hadn't meant what he said, about the two of them getting in some kind of tryst.

 

But as the days passed, he began to. Just a tiny bit. It grew a bit more each day and now it was the size of a monster, whispering naughty little things that Yuu could do to sweet-faced Yutaka. He could have the brunette writhing underneath him, legs spread and bouncing between his legs as Yuu ed his hard and fast. The other would be clawing at his arms with an expression of pained pleasure on his face, screaming and begging for more, all while calling him sensei.

 

"." Yuu dropped his forehead on the tabletop, stuck in the music room after class, waiting for Yutaka like they'd agreed. Finals results were released today, and the other had passed his class. He would've gotten the results for the rest of his subjects too, and he was most likely on his way to see Yuu now to let him know he'd passed each one and was now ready to have with his sensei. Or it could even be the reverse.

 

Yuu wasn't sure which one he wanted, to be honest.

 

***

 

Yutaka was about to head out of his last class - and damn it took for what felt like forever - to make his way to no other than where his Yuu-sensei was when suddenly someone grabbed him by the arm, yanking him from going forward. He thought about yelling at whoever was doing this to him in the face, half-expecting to see his friend’s smiling face. But once he turned around, he was met by a person he never knew, or took notice of.

 

“Excuse me?” was his harsh question, more like firing back. He didn’t mind being rude, especially when the other had started being so first, and the grip on his arm that didn’t budge even a fraction didn’t help at all.

 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough on you.” The other male made Yutaka lift his eyebrow, staring at him with dissatisfaction. He was growing impatient now since he was already late to meet his favorite guy and was being held back by this freak. “I just want to congratulate you on your achievement. It’s not always a student like you can jack their grades higher in a very short amount of time. I heard it from other professors.” The smile on his face didn’t impress Yutaka at all. Huh, he must be one of those annoying fans of his. Most people had already filed out of the class leaving him and Yutaka alone, and the professor for their subject was just making his way through the door.

 

“Go home you two.”

 

“Alright.” Rolling his eyes, Yutaka spun on his heels and placed his hand on the door handle. “Thanks, but I’m—”

 

“Are you free tonight?”

 

Yutaka quickly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to breathe “No.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“Yes!” Yutaka suddenly exploded, hand dropping from the door handle before he turned around instantly, punching the freak’s face hard enough that it almost would have sent him crashing to the floor if not for the good balance of his feet supporting him. Yutaka didn’t give a if had deformed his nose or not, and he crossed his arms, fuming with anger. “Look, I don’t have time to deal with you. And for all I know, you don’t stand a chance to be with me tonight and other nights, just like those other boys that I’ve rejected before you, so off.”

 

‘And my sensei is ing waiting for me!’

 

He closed the door behind him once he was out of the class, bristling. “Damn. I’m so late.” He practically raced all the way down to the floor where the music room was, his mind intensely filled with the thoughts of his Yuu-sensei only, pushing away every other less important one. He couldn’t help but sigh audibly in relief once he finally threw open the door to the said room, wheezing from all the running he had done. “Sensei!”

 

Yutaka then left the door after his hand quietly turned the lock sideways to seal it, unable to hide the smile on his smug face. “Sensei.” He almost chuckled once he took in the expression Yuu-sensei was giving him. “Do you want to hear the compliments from other educators showered me with? Or do I also need to show you what they wrote in my works?” It was clear enough Yutaka had passed all subjects, he was saying this just in case his music professor didn’t believe him. Dropping his bag next to the professor’s desk, his arms found their way around the raven-head’s neck as he came from behind. “I passed your subject and did a good job, right?” His fingers gently grabbed at the collar of the shirt the second he softly latched his lips to the smooth skin behind Yuu’s ear, his own body temperature rising both from the race to here and the contact he dared to make. He whispered, “You can’t run away from me anymore.” Yuu could have just ignored the agreement and left the class if he wanted to before the young male even arrived. “So how long have you been waiting for me, sensei?”

 

. Just . Yuu shivered at the touch of those lips behind his ear, eyes fluttering shut as he half-heartedly listened to Yutaka talk. Swallowing, he tried to compose himself as he opened his eyes again, pulling away from the other's embrace with a shrug. And he wanted to say something along the lines of: no Yutaka, I lied so that you would start taking your classes seriously. But he couldn't. The words wouldn't form that way. Instead:

 

"Not here. My place."

 

Yuu picked up his things but not before grabbing a pen and a piece of paper, scribbling his address on it and handing it to his student. "You can stay the night." Heart beating furiously in his chest, he turned around without another word and wondering if he was really going to do this. Because he wanted to. Just thinking about all the things Yutaka would be willing to do just for him made his stir. He'd been thinking about it for fourteen days.

 

He was going to the hell out of a pupil.

 

By the time he got home, Yuu was as , straining against his pants. Settling on the living room, he made sure to check he had lube and condoms first before changing into more comfortable clothes, and now he was stuck on the couch, leg jumping up and down.

 

Where the hell was he? Had Yutaka changed his mind? He hoped so. Because there was no way he could hold back. As soon as the young man entered his bedroom, he was pretty sure he was going to ravish him over and over, in every possible position. With how long Yuu hadn't been getting any, he was sure.

 

Yutaka had no idea what he was getting himself into.

 

***

 

Yutaka slightly turned the piece of paper his sensei had written the address to his place, trying to read it from a different angle because apparently the professor had written it too quickly that several words were formed – of course, not in his usual calming style hand writing. It was a bit confusing for Yutaka to understand, and he initially ended up at a place he didn’t think suitable to be called as home at all. Yutaka sighed to himself that a warm puff swirled in his half-frozen face. His Yuu-sensei could be totally adorable sometimes, thank you very much.

 

“I love you so so much—” Yutaka paused out of sudden, completely shocked at the nonsensical words that had just slipped from his lips. Eh, oh, whoa, what the ? No way! He laughed a bit, shaking his head with a disbelief look and a tiny smile. Just, whoa, no ing way. Not to that point. ing not that way. 

 

Oh, oh kayy yeahh…yes! Right. He was finally going to have with his music professor! And he almost couldn’t ing believe it! And he also even almost sent a text to his friend to wish him good luck, since he was going to need it, but he didn’t forget about the agreement to keep it as a secret though...

 

“Mmmmm…...” He looked around and skyward as he scratched his head, gah, so many buildings here! But Yuu-sensei must have been living in one of them anyway, so he’d eventually find him….if that was even possible. The street was already correct, but he figured he just needed to walk further. “It would have been more convenient if you gave me your number as well, sensei. I’m freezing here!” At least he had a reason why he was being late.

 

He then stared at one of the apartments for one silent moment before making his way inside without thinking twice, going up a few floors since he knew which one was it. Thankfully, his sensei didn’t screw up the numbers, so he managed to find the right door and knocked on it.

 

“Sensei~ it’s me, Yutaka.” He kept his innocent smile intact on his lips and heard the sound of a lock being turned behind the door, causing him to shiver involuntarily and convincing himself it was just the goddamn cold weather. He was trying to will his heart and nerves to calm the down, though unfortunately that didn’t happen because the second he saw Yuu’s smoldering gaze through the crack of the opening door, he knew this night was going to be very different that he’d expected. Hell, even the older male looked different than he’d seen him before. The crumpled piece of paper almost fell from his hand as he whispered, “Sen…sei.”

 

Really sorry for being late?

 

Yuu stood by the doorway staring at Yutaka, offering a hand out and taking the other's, noting the flushed cheeks from the cold. He looked so pretty like that, hair windswept and expression nervous, and all he wanted was to the hell out of the brunette now that he had arrived, show him whatever he had imagined being done to him during those classes he spent daydreaming uselessly were nothing compared to the real thing.

 

"Come here." He tugged his student indoors, closing the door with a thud, and standing fairly close by the entry hallway, he rubbed at the younger's shoulders to his neck and his cheeks, up then back down, trying to impart some warmth. "We'll warm you up."

 

Heart writhing madly in his chest, he took Yutaka's hand again, leading him further into his fairly basic apartment with a tentative smile. "I prepared dinner. Some curry and rice." He led him to the kitchen and sat him down on one of the stools there, looking down and using the hand that held Yutaka's to now down his cheek with a slight smirk. "You'll need energy, we're going to be busy all night long."

 

Why was he holding back, anyway? Yuu didn't want to, not anymore, and especially not after Yutaka had come here so willingly, had aced all his subjects, just to be with him. Damn the boundaries of student and teacher. He was going to reward Yutaka as promised, give him the pleasure he'd been imagining but more. So much more.

 

Picking up two bowls and ladling some food in it, he served them both and sat down beside him, a hand caressing the younger man's lap near his crotch suggestively, increasing the ual  tension. "Eat lots. Tell me if you want more." He took that hand away and began eating, cocking an eyebrow. "And I want to know how you managed to pass everything, with how poorly you were doing. You didn't cheat right?" he teased.

 

Damn, he couldn't wait to get in Yutaka's pants.

 

“No...” It came out of his lips so low even Yutaka himself barely heard it. He’d been too distracted by so many things surrounding him and happening to him; the heated swirling sensations in his stomach and down to his groin, his consciousness about the way his thighs drew together after the fiery touch by his professor, quietly demanding for more, the warm temperature in the apartment that was getting higher—maybe that was just him— and how different the other male was; he could even see and feel the strong tension between them as if it was a physical touch.

 

“No,” he repeated, blinking afterwards and staring down at the warm bowl in his hands. “Of course not...!” Chuckling quite nervously, he shoved his first spoonful of food into his mouth as he looked away, cursing himself internally since he was embarrassing himself. “I worked hard and smart, sensei.” He spoke after calming himself down, and that was when he could hold the spoon without a shaky hand. “I also asked help from some students,” or more specifically, his fans, “to help me with revision. I admit it was hard, during the whole two weeks, but it was still manageable. I don’t want to brag…but I studied at an elite high school. So I was able to fix my grades quick because I still have that nerd brain.” He shrugged, humming at the delicious taste of the curry. “But life in university and high school is different. I changed.”

 

‘Too many distractions, thank you very much sensei for being a part of them.’

 

“So I just need to make use of my brain again if I want to kick my grades’ asses. Again, if I want to.” He managed to smile, showing his now-empty bowl. “I’m not that corrupted you know, so don’t underestimate me again, sensei.” Smiling, he shook his head at Yuu, signalling that he didn’t want more food than he’d already had, and that it was enough. The brunette then rose from his stool and headed for the sink to wash his bowl and metal spoon, fully aware of the nerve tingling stare from behind but chose to pretend on being way oblivious. “You have a nice place, sensei.” And how many people had he brought here to sleep with? Oh, uh, duh, not his business so he shouldn’t bother. “I found it surprising you’re single. For someone your age.” Maybe getting into relationship wasn’t his thing at all. Well, it wasn’t like he was coming here for that.  He just wanted to get ed so bad, and how long had he been desiring for it? From this one man named Shiroyama Yuu.

 

It was really either ignore and be miserable or deal with this once and for all.

 

Yuu was barely eating, just watching and listening to Yutaka babble. Where had all the boldness gone? The other seemed so conscious of himself all of a sudden, and although it would've been a turn off for him normally, Yuu found he was getting excited all the more. Standing up from his seat and following the brunette to the sink, he wrapped his arms around the younger man from behind, his calloused hands finding purchase on a flat, clothed belly that he began to rub slowly and sensually as he pressed himself against Yutaka completely.

 

"I'm guessing you're talking a mile a minute to keep your nervousness at bay," Yuu began, eventually turning Yutaka around in his arms so he could look down at him while speaking. He lifted a hand and pushed tendrils of hair away from the other's face, brushing his knuckles against smooth, pale skin. "Instead of talking about these things, why don't you start telling me what you've been wanting sensei to do to you?"

 

He then leaned forward a bit, hands braced on either side of Yutaka on the counter edge, lips brushing against the brunette's earlobe as he whispered at him sinfully.

 

"Tell me everything and I'll do each one of them to you."

 

Well it was obvious, wasn’t it? How nervous Yutaka was, so ing nervous. And it was also freaking obvious how hard his sensei was from the feel of how the thickening huge had pressed on his clothed . Right now, since they were facing each other, just taking a look at it, it seemed like it was in so much pain, needing instant relief. He couldn’t help but feel the ache in his hand to touch it, feel for the God damn size...and holy , what a size.

 

Yutaka huffed long. off nervousness! Once he tore off his gaze from the tortured length, the instruction registered in his mind, and he on his own shuddering lower lip as shivers ran down his spine, heart racing at the sensual voice. No point of return. Placing his hands over Yuu’s shoulders, he pushed at them just slightly and tilted his chin so then they could gaze at each other directly. He was amused as he watched Yuu’s pupils dilate, the turbulent black nearly drowning out the dark brown.

 

Damn Yuu-sensei seemed desperate, he really was. God poor guy.

 

But Yuu didn’t have to worry.

 

Yutaka smiled then, wrapping his arms around the raven-head’s neck and arching his chest slightly. He was finally able to bring himself to speak.

 

“During your classes, I always imagined sensei having a with me and then ing me in every way, from behind or while I’m just right underneath you.” The tone of his voice lowered as he deliberately and slowly seesawed his knee against his professor’s trapped , and o-oh, so hard—oh God Yuu-sensei, seriously? “Or I climbed on top of you and buried your inside me and rode the out of it, sensei bruising my hips hard with your powerful grip, sensei making me scream endlessly, sensei still not getting enough of me, and we went for another round, more and more.” He began kissing up the raven-head’s neck and his jawline before he paused in his trail just to tighten his nails into his shoulders and huskily breathe a flow of fake – or actually, giving a crystal clear of what was waiting ahead - rushed hot whimpers against the burning skin. “Oh…oh, fahh-uck—! F-…Oh mmmhnnn…mmm wreck me, sensei. Make the Yuu-sensei in my mind jealous of you, make him disappear.” His lips slowly curled into a sweet pleading smile as he stared back up in the eye. “We both know you can—”

 

Yuu snapped. He simply couldn't control himself, not when Yutaka was sayings things like that and asking to be wrecked, of all things. In one swift move, he had the young man lifted from the floor as he turned them around, pressing his student's lower back against the counter across the sink so that he had those legs wrapped around his waist. With what almost resembled a growl, Yuu leaned forward and sealed their lips together in a bruising kiss, pressing his clothed against the other's groin and grinding, almost humping him for the most amazing friction.

 

God, it had been way too long. .

 

!

 

"I will," he murmured hotly, mouth moving to bite down the side of Yutaka's neck, and the teeth marks he was leaving behind, making sure they were going to stay on his skin long enough for everyone to know that the brunette had been claimed harshly and repeatedly. "I will until you're begging me to stop."

 

And Yuu meant it. He'd been too nice, too withdrawn, too celibate, for far too long. Tonight, he was going to give everything to Yutaka, Yutaka who wanted nothing more than to be ravished, ed, destroyed. He was going to give his student the night of his life, something he would never ever forget. He had no idea what he was asking for, but then all the more reason why Yuu should show him exactly what it was, right?

 

Pressing his aching length against the dimpled young man's own growing , he at the skin behind Yutaka's ear with the flat of his tongue, tasting the forming sweat there and groaning as he did so, chest heaving with his excited pants.

 

"I'm going to ing break you, Yutaka."

 

His student let out a sweet tiny moan at that, one shoulder lifted slightly as his head rested against it since the other was partly occupied. He hissed at the sizzling distinct marks on his neck, the pain and pleasure created shot through directly into his aching clothed , causing him to whimper slightly. His trembling legs around the older man’s waist were almost losing their strength already, to the point he could get cramps if he continued.

 

Oh that. Yutaka willed himself to clutch tight at Yuu, using one hand to twist in the dark locks and he tilted his head to side to meet and taste more of those lips before guiding his professor’s head down back to his neck. Another hand almost ruined his own shirt as it wrestled with the first few buttons before he arched against Yuu once the cool air rushed over his prickling skin, and those sinful lips slid down to one of his bare erected s. “Bite it.” It was like an order instead of a request. But Yutaka had assumed Yuu himself as his reward, so to hell with who was older and who was younger. They had just started a warming up. “ it. both of them.”

 

Yuu allowed his lips to trail downward towards that awaiting bud, closing his eyes as he reached behind Yutaka's neck, gripping at and then yanking his nape hair so that the younger man was forced in an arch, forcing his chest forward and closer to his mouth. Darting a tongue out, he at that before tugging at it with his teeth, and then viciously, his free hand alternating between rolling the other around two fingers and rubbing at it with the heel of his hand. And then he was switching, making sure both were erect and glistened with saliva, the rhythm inconsistent as he forced beautiful sounds out of his student's mouth.

 

"Louder," he growled, returning to Yutaka's neck but this time just nuzzling him there, becoming busy with rocking them back and forth as he braced his hands on the counter surface, jerking his hips forward to rub their crotches together in a feral humping motion. "Louder Yutaka."

 

When he felt like he was going to come just by the friction alone, Yuu forced himself to stop, pulling away with one last bite to the juncture of neck and shoulder, pulling Yutaka down to stand on the floor as he tugged his shirt off, throwing it to the ground, before reaching for his belt and unbuckling it, leaving his pants gaping open as he also ed the thing to alleviate the pressure on the length he was aching to put to good use.

 

"Bedroom, follow me."

 

He turned around, entire body buzzing with warmth, lust coursing through his veins as he pushed the door open, nearly throwing Yutaka inside with how he took the young man in his arms and forced him there, sending him nearly toppling over the bed.

 

"On your knees. Put my in your mouth."

 

Yutaka panted hard since air was knocked out of his lungs from all the quick and harsh acts, pushing a hand through his damp hair as he brought himself to his feet. His gaze was a bit unfocused since the burning sensations from his bruised s and neck still lingering on his aching skin but , he just needed to move fast, he didn’t want to make the impatient man wait any longer.

 

He found himself pushing Yuu to sit on the edge of the bed the next split second, his hands ing and ping his own tight denim before he dropped to his knees in front of the other, taking in the mouthwatering sight of the long shaft crisscrossed with veins before his delicate hands wrapped themselves around it, feeling it grow thicker and pulse in his aching hands.  The younger male glanced up at his sensei for once as his thumb teasingly rubbed at the leaking tip ghosted by his slightly sharp warm breaths, smearing the cream slightly. He smirked as his eyes fell back on the and took it in his waiting mouth, at the salty taste that began filling in.

 

Hand squeezing around the length, Yutaka pulled the other one away and reach down for his own to its pain away, and as he started doing it, he pushed his head forward, going a few inches further, the growing girth stretching his mouth wide, greedily on it and feeling how ing great his music professor felt on his tongue. Pulling away from the drenched the length for a brief moment, Yutaka breathed hotly, “I never thought you’d taste this good, sensei,” before swallowing it all back greedily, letting his sensei his mouth again. The wet hand pumping his own was growing frantic as seconds passed by.

 

", ... mmm..." Yuu gripped Yutaka's hair harshly, bucking his hips upward and beginning to push and pull his length in and out of his student's mouth, and groaning as he looked down at what the brunette was doing with half-lidded eyes, breaths heavy and loud. It felt so good, getting oral pleasure - from a pupil no less - and Yuu couldn't stop himself from leaking at the thought, giving the other a taste of what was to come should he do better with that mouth of his.

 

" it, get all that baby, come on."

 

Settling has other hand on the younger man's hair, he began forcing Yutaka's head up and down his length with a firm grip, guiding that mouth to take more of his in, the head of his length nudging the other's throat and causing him to groan in appreciation, fingers carding through smooth strands.

 

"Holy , Yutaka, , come on—" He forced his all the way in, going still and aloud, throwing his head back. " that , show sensei how good you are baby..."

 

And Yutaka was determined to make it real good for his demanding sensei. Lifting his trembling hand and abandoning his own leaking , he brought it to join with the other one and place it around the base. He fisted his professor’s length as he arched himself, taking everything and almost gagging as the broad tip nudged against his tight little throat over and over again. Goddamnit, he could ing imagine clearly how it would feel when that tip, trapped against his repeatedly closed and opened tight, wet, heated throat, ed all so good inside him.

 

“Mmm—” By the time he groaned loud around his sensei’s , his boxers were then entirely soiled with his own release, the length hanging below his hips along with his jeans. Yutaka slowly brought himself closer between the older man’s thighs, gripping Yuu’s hips strong for support as he bobbed his head and gave him everything that he had. His mind was still trying to clear up from his , but it didn’t stop him from giving his full attention at the task at hand. And , Yutaka loved the hand controlling him, how Yuu’s calloused fingers ran and fisted in his hair hard and rough, and those y groans from him that let him know he was doing a very good job.

 

The brunette rubbed his soiled hand along his sensei’s balls while keeping the other still holding onto his hip, his fingertips scratching roughly along the surface. He felt his hair being yanked slightly, jerking his head back and forth and he was getting hot and hard and wet again. , . His Yuu-sensei sure knew how to make him crazy.

 

Yuu ran a hand down Yutaka's cheek almost tenderly with a smirk, hips still jerking. "You like it so much, you just had to come, huh?" he uttered breathlessly, watching the brunette's cheeks contract with every . Tilting his head slightly, he looked down at the stains on the floor and his student's lower garments, smirk widening before he was groaning at the feel of the scratching on his , eyes fluttering shut as his s turned erratic. He could feel the balls tightening now, getting ready for release. He didn't even care anymore if Yutaka was gagging or not. He had to come.

 

"Uuhn, , ... I'm coming and I want you to swallow... don't you ing dare spill a drop."

 

A few more s later and he was going still, Yuu groaning in relief and pleasure as he exploded inside the young man's mouth. Head thrown back, he kept Yutaka's head where it was with his buried nearly all the way, leaving the other choice but to do as he wanted or choke.

 

"Come on, drink up... drink up."

 

Feeling the rich taste fill the back of his throat, Yutaka paused for a moment to adjust his hands quickly and begin everything off. Finishing, he pulled away slightly to rub the engorged leaking tip against his lips, wetting them and at them with flicks of his juiced tongue while giving the time for his professor’s hot in his mouth to be swallowed down entirely.

 

Chest heaving, he on the still-rigid for one last time before he pushed himself shakily to his feet. He grabbed at Yuu’s shoulders before  he let his weight fall on him, bringing them to collapse on the bed with groans. “Mmm...sensei…Yuu….” Yutaka crawled on top of the raven, going a bit further and crashing their lips together roughly and rather hurriedly in desperation, his own feet pushing at his soiled lower garments to let them drop to the floor before he rose and straddled the narrow waist. Leaning down, the brunette dug his nails into bare shoulders as he pressed his mouth against his sensei’s, letting the older man taste himself from his tongue. Yutaka was already breathing a bit harshly as their s rubbed against each other, the empty ache was almost driving him mad.

 

“Sensei…” he whined, wet eyes a bit pleading.

 

Yuu kissed back wildly, groaning at his own taste as his hands cupped Yutaka's cheeks, kneading at them roughly and guiding the younger man to rock against him, their coming back to life slowly as he pulled back to watch his student's pleading.

 

 

"What?" he asked, panting and bucking his hips upward for more of the rubbing sensation, palms heavy on the brunette's behind. He earned another submissive whine from the younger male. "What do you want to do? Tell me." And although he knew what it was, he wanted Yutaka to beg for it, for his , so that he could ram it in that y repeatedly and make him scream.

 

Jeans only half-removed, he flipped them over, pushing his already pupil down on the bed harshly, hands braced on either side of his head as he jerked his hips forward with a guttural groan, rolling his hips.

 

"Oh yeah... say it Yutaka. I want to hear it aloud."

 

“ me…” Yutaka was having a hard time breathing, letting out a high-pitched yelp each time his throbbing lower part was rammed fiercely. “Mmm….aa…-ahh!” He instantly gripped Yuu’s arms as he threw his head back, back arching and feet digging into the mattress at the intense ache that was eating at him, tempting him, torturing him. God, , stop—

 

“Yuu-sensei just me already! Put your big inside me now! I need it so bad!” His heavily desperate voice melted and lined with a more pleading tone, hands dropping low between their near damn connected bodies; the only what was left of the little space to reach for the older male’s that had been colliding with his leaking one, grasping it and pointing it to his eager entrance as he spread his legs. “I’ve been waiting for so long so please, please, me already! me deep and long and hard sensei!”

 

Yuu groaned and rubbed the head of his on Yutaka's entrance as soon as his student aligned his length with the hole that was desperately needing to be filled. Pushing his pants and boxers down completely and kicking them off, he positioned between those welcoming legs, rubbing at the brunette's thighs with an eager bite on his lower lip.

 

"All right baby... shh..." Wrapping Yutaka's legs around his waist, he briefly rubbed at his puckered hole with a thumb before grasping the base of his and pushing in with an appreciative grunt, rocking his hips back and forth so as not to break the pupil underneath him. And although Yuu said he would, he didn't mean it in a literal sense. It was all . The breaking he was planning to do was on his pupil's will. He got to be cheeky and he could demand a lot and get his sensei to do what he wanted, but once they were doing the deed? Yuu was boss, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with Yutaka just to make him feel good.

 

Pausing with a heaving chest, Yuu braced his arms on either side of the other's head, length already fully sheathed inside. ", so tight for sensei..." Pulling out, he slammed back in, hiking one of Yutaka's legs higher around his waist before he began moving in a rough and slow pace, ramming himself in that wet heat that was Yutaka's over and over.

 

“Nnya-ahhh…so big…” Yutaka panted out moistening breaths hotly, face contorted tight and eyes pinched closed as he tried to process every electrifyingly-painful sensation his heated body was going through. His black-painted toenails curled as his stomach coiled. “S-sensei…nnh-haaa…Yuu-sensei…” He forced his arms to make a move and wrap themselves around Yuu’s neck, drawing him close and needing some sort tiny affection to soothe the pain that made him feel like a child, depending on Yuu that way.

 

Once the pain finally melted away, Yutaka arched his hips a little higher, taking his Yuu-sensei even further than what his body could allow. “That’s it. That deeeeep-ah-ahnnn mmm——” He couldn’t help but feel a quirk at the corner of his lips, feeling himself getting even feverish as the raven-headed man pounded into his tight little heat, getting slicker and slicker. “F-—Yutaka is this ing tight for  Yuu-sensei. Ah God—oh gah-ahhh—“ With pleasured loud throaty moans he snapped his head backwards against the bed, dipping it deep in the mattress and trying to tighten his legs around the narrow waist. They slipped once and dangled over the raven’s thighs for a moment before he forced them back up to their former position and dug heels into his lower back, loving how Yuu was stretching him over and over with his large working between his squeezing hips.

 

Yutaka sounded so obscene underneath him, and arching up on his bruising s, making him want nothing more than to give the brunette everything. Panting above him as he continued driving himself inside his student, he guided those legs over his arms to help him out, his eyelids fluttering at how deliciously warm the young man's muscles felt, clenching and gripping him the way it was doing so now.

 

Lifting a hand, Yuu pushed strands of sweaty hair away from Yutaka's face, leaning down and kissing him wildly, his tongue mapping out the insides of the other's mouth as if in memorization, hips relentless as he continued to snap them forward. "So good... you feel so good, the best I've ever had..."

 

Straightening eventually, he moved those legs to over his shoulders, changing the angle of his s as he began to aim for Yutaka's prostate, the head of his pressing and nudging that bundle of nerves. "Oh yes, right there..." He turned his head to the side slightly, kissing a knee. "It's right there... mmm... right? Hmm?"

 

Yutaka’s mouth fell open as wild, breathless and sharp sounds tore from his throat, the wonderful sensation holding all of Yuu-sensei inside him was almost too much to bear. “Yes! K-keep hitting that spot sensei! Y-yes…! L-like that! Ahhh…” He trembled violently, hot tears gathering in his eyes at how the curvy tip of the older male’s rubbed several times at that particular sweet spot, making his toes curl tight in overflowing pleasure-pain sensations. “Ah..senseiii…f-…” he moaned, arching his chest against his trembling thighs. The brunette’s chest continued jerking with each sharp intake of breath, and screaming out senseisenseisensei— in a quick series, clawing at Yuu’s arms with his nails that he was sure would leave long fierce red marks on the slicked pale skin.

 

And then he could no longer hold anymore as he instantly arched off, clenching his wet hot muscles tight around Yuu’s that was coming in and out of his body for one last time and letting out a raw, strangled scream once he released for the second time, hot and hard, messily spilling gleaming cream over both sweat-sheened stomachs, some landing on their heaving chests and his stomach knotted so tight that he struggled to breathe properly after completely riding out his a few moments later.

 

Yuu groaned and went still as Yutaka's muscles clenched around him, his fingers curling around and gripping the sheets tightly as his hands balled into fists, releasing inside his pupil with a drawn out moan, hips jerking forward and back again as soon as the other's allowed him to, body riding out an amazing induced by the wild he'd just had with a student of his. Putting his weight on his lower arms in order to not crush the brunette underneath him, he looked down at Yutaka through hazy eyes once his was spent, smiling down lazily at him as he pressed a kiss on a tear-stained cheek.

 

"You were so good... so good Yutaka…"

 

That said, he then pulled his flaccid length out and allowed himself to fall on his back beside the younger man, unspeaking and drenched in and sweat. He was already dreading when Yutaka was going to leave, having gotten what he wanted after all this time, and he couldn't help but feel a slight pang in his chest, that after this... he was going to be lonely again and that his student would start ignoring him, now that everything was over and done with. Staring at the ceiling, his smile soon dissolved into a brooding, thoughtful expression. What had he been expecting anyway? It wasn't like Yutaka wanted him for anything else other than to fulfil whatever fantasies he had.

 

Swallowing, he tried not to think too much on it, waiting for the other to rise from bed and dress up to leave. Yuu tried to harden his fragile heart. It wasn't like he was in love with dimpled Yutaka, no. But he wished he wouldn't leave, not yet anyway.

 

“Mmm I’m sore…” Breaking the silence, Yutaka slowly rolled over onto his side, moving his legs a bit and feeling the overflowing of his professor’s still warm sticky juices slide between his aching inner thighs. Damn, that felt really right and nice. “I can hardly move.” He threaded his arm up and placed it over Yuu’s stomach, smiling a bit before he managed a snicker. “Don’t look at me like that, sensei. You said I can stay the night, so I’ll do it.” A tiny pout curled his lips, actually preventing himself from smiling. “You weren’t the one getting a full rammed inside his , so you ain’t as sore as I am.”

 

He then braced on one elbow to push himself up, looking down at his Yuu-sensei with sweet, tired smile. “Maybe I should have eaten sensei’s curry more. It was really nice though.” Trailing his delicate, pale, pretty fingers slowly and gently up the fresh red marks he left on one of Yuu’s arms, he made himself ask, though it formed such a quiet question he hadn’t intended for it to be. “Are you happy?”

 

As strange and romantic and sappy as it sounded, Yuu's heart skipped as Yutaka asked that last question in a quiet voice, his fingers gentle as they touched him that it was almost startling being that they had been so rough the entire time. Turning to his side so that he and his student were facing each other and catching that hand where those digits were attached to, he hummed, smile growing back on his lips as he brought that palm to his mouth.

 

He kissed the lines of Yutaka's hand, closing his eyes before leading his entire arm to encompass his waist, in the process drawing him close as his own placed itself at the back of the brunette's head, pulling him cheek first against his chest. "Are you? Hmm?" he asked back, eyes closed as he tilted his head down, this time to kiss his temple. "I'm sorry I was so rough. Come here." And he shouldn't have, but Yuu did. He held Yutaka close, tightly - nose nuzzling and buried in his sweet-smelling hair and felt as though there wasn't anything else in the world but this bed where they lay.

 

But Yuu didn’t say it. Even though Yutaka had been – unintentionally desperate— wanting to hear it the moment he asked the question. Sure he could tell from those lovely gestures he had done as the answer…but still…

 

Just another little effort though, but it wasn’t done.

 

And Yutaka nearly choked, swallowing his broken voice as he forced himself to do it before a quiet, and an almost, unsteady answer was let loose. “I am.” He shook his head slightly, not looking up at Yuu and staying still listening to the calm heart beat underneath his ear, which was the total opposite of what his own heart was doing. Wrecking his own rib cage. “Don’t be, it was worth it. I asked for it anyway.”

 

‘I think I l—’

 

, —no. Hell no.

 

“Let’s sleep, sensei.” The younger male rushed to say the last few words, closed his eyes, determined to block the tears from breaking the weak barriers. Right, this time he was being emotional because he just realized all along he actually had feelings for Yuu. “I’ll leave early tomorrow in the morning, so don’t worry.” And he had to kill them quick and forget they’d ever existed and ing move on.

 

And Yutaka wished; if only it would be that easy.

 

And also, however wished— for it to come true.

 

So please make it that way. Please.

 

Yuu was so lost in his happy little cloud, still reeling from his post-ic haze, that he didn’t even notice how Yutaka's tone had changed. He did react to the other's last words. Shaking his head, he pulled a blanket over them both, pulling the younger man closer, nearly flushed against his chest.

 

"Skip classes with me?" he whispered affectionately, almost amusedly. He felt young again in that instant, a bit mischievous, as he looked down while tilting the brunette's face upward to meet his gaze. "Let's stay in tomorrow." Leaning forward, he pressed kisses on the other's lips in between murmurs, smiling softly with his eyes closed. "Have . Walk around . Cook breakfast together. Have more . Talk."

 

Eyes fluttering open, he gazed at Yutaka gently. "Indulge sensei?" he asked, lifting a hand and up and down the other's slender waist. "Please?"

 

Yutaka’s lips parted in surprise, almost creasing his eyebrows together. But on top of it all, why did his sensei have to be so…so…

 

But he quickly smiled and nodded in return, resisting the intense urge to kiss Yuu’s lips back with his and making the tears disappear even though that had been so much of a torture to him. And all the while he was battling against them, he lost the voice to speak anymore. And to his relief, giving in to his exhaustion, he allowed himself to sleep and bask in the brief moment sleeping in the warm arms of the man he was now in love with.

 

And once he woke up, he cleaned and dressed himself, leaving the warmth of those loving arms. He’d done everything so quick, the smile he’d offered last night was no longer there, replaced by a cold expression on his usually-sweet face, seemingly merciless as he’d prepared for himself to be. He had texted his friend to come pick him up a few blocks from the apartment, since Kouyou owned a vehicle and Yutaka wouldn’t be able to walk much with that pain between his legs.

 

He reached for the front door, pausing with his hand on the handle once a thought crossed his mind, and he tried to push it away, but couldn’t… so he ended up feeling frustrated with himself and, without a second thought, slamming the poor door so hard that it resulted in rattling some hanging metallic stuffs. He couldn’t just leave without a notice, could he?

 

“Damn it.” Gritting his teeth, he turned around and went to the living room, searching for Yuu’s phone. He found it sitting right on top of some magazines under the coffee table, but sighed once he learned the screen was locked with a password. Crap. Yutaka wanted to save his number and leave a message….but he guessed doing it in the old-fashioned way would be enough as well.

 

In the search for a pen and a paper, Yutaka mindlessly trespassed into another room in Yuu’s apartment, which was smaller, where he was met with a few beautiful stringed instruments Yutaka thought he could never afford. Becoming distracted from his main purpose in the room, he noticed that there were also sheets and large books in shelves that almost overflowed the provided space, with reading materials arranged based on the increasing years. on his unintentional pouty lower lip, he couldn’t help but feel lost. The large between them was somehow bothering him when it never had before.

 

, he couldn’t think about that at this time!

 

A single and small desk for work was positioned close to a window, and Yutaka made his way to it, opening a drawer to reveal the contents and finally getting the things he wanted.

 

Thanks a lot for last night, sensei ^-^ Let’s pretend it never happened, yeah? Oh, and thanks for the curry, you can cook better than I do it seems...! >_> And don’t search for me! D:<  Just in case…well, I’ll still kick your if you do, and probably harass you as well. Ehe…nah, just kidding. ^-^

 

And I’m sorry …

 

He wanted to add that, but instead he just wrote:

 

Your student, Yutaka.

 

Because Yuu was a professor for God’s sake. So he would be able to find where Yutaka was living if he wanted to….well, as if he would though. But at least it was better to let him know that everything was done and over with anyway.

 

By the time he neatly placed the written paper down on the desk, his heart swelled so bad and he fought the urge to cry right there and now by pressing both palms to his face. Damn, he hated this helpless side of himself. And he was already wasting so much time already when all he wanted was to ing leave, and quickly.

 

Because sensei would awake any time soon.

 

Yuu woke up slowly, finally, hand patting around beside him. It had been so warm when he slept, with Yutaka snuggled against him, so why wasn't it anymore? Opening his eyes when his arm met nothing but space and the top of the sheets, he turned around to find that his student was gone. Sitting up in a flash, he looked around and found that the other's clothes were gone too. Hand gripping his hair, he spent a few seconds in stunned silence before he nearly jumped out of bed, grabbing his jeans without even bothering to put on boxers first and hurrying outside.

 

"Yutaka?" he called out, looking about the main room of his apartment but finding no one. Rushing for the main door, he was about to burst outside barefoot with only his pants on when he noticed that the door to his office was open. Pausing and walking towards it as well, he peeked inside and smiled, a bit unsure. "Hey... leaving so soon?"

 

Yutaka had felt his blood rushing cold when he had first heard his name being called out. Oh God, , ! He was too late. Damn, so much for being emotional…! He was having a hard time breathing now as he heard himself wheezing, heart hammering so hard even his chest hurt, unable to collect himself quick. Those warning tears were no longer held back by the time he saw Yuu’s face with that smile.

 

“Mmm…” He used his sleeves to wipe away tears, only to have more of them followed after, soaking the dark fabric in an even darker wet shade. His body shook helplessly, breath hitching that he choked his answer quite heartbreakingly. “Y-y..eah…”

 

No. He wanted to ing stay.

 

He wanted to have again,

He wanted to walk around with him,

He wanted to cook breakfast together,

He wanted to have more ,

He wanted to talk—

 

He wanted Yuu.

 

“I had a great time with sensei.” He managed a sad smile, bowed his head and headed out of the room, practically running towards the door and almost stumbling over a few times with his lack of strength and his heavy feelings crashing down on him. He didn’t want to let his friend keep waiting for him so he willed himself to proceed. He wanted Kouyou’s presence so bad, he wanted to pour everything out to him, he wanted his friend to convince him that having feelings for his own professor was useless for what and who they were.

 

. Yutaka was crying. . Unable to speak, Yuu stared, uncertain as to what he should do. Was his student regretting the night before? Perhaps after what happened, he realized it wasn't what he wanted? Maybe he'd scared him with his actions and the rough treatment. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yuu tried in vain to say something but no words would come out. And he really, really wanted to say, "Hey, wait. How about breakfast and walking around and more and talking?"

 

But Yutaka was already out the door, stumbling and maybe wanting to get as far away from his music professor as possible. Throat dry, Yuu stood where he was, trying to figure out what the hell happened, and the thud of the door closing behind the brunette's retreating back sounding so painfully final.

 

"Stay." He finally managed to whisper it, but there was no use. Nobody was there.