[It's pretty unfortunate. There's a transfer in the middle of the second semester, and the young man is having significant trouble fitting in. It's not that his classmates dislike him. Rather the issue seems to be that he doesn't like being so well-liked. Something about him seems to excite boys and girls alike. Maybe he's just broody and reclusive enough to be cool and fascinating, or maybe something about him seems to put them at ease. It seems to vary.
Regardless, he's a very good student, and there really isn't any special reason for the Lit teacher to take notice of him. Other than managing to keep up after such an untimely transfer, he's not outstanding, but lately he seems to have been zoning out in class, eyes glassily fixed on the instructor. Maybe it's worth pulling him aside?]
[Felid is more than used to students giving him puppy eyes. Usually it's the girls but the boys aren't unknown. After all, he's by far the hottest teacher in school, and in looks at least the youngest. He's friendly, cheerful, playful, and always takes some amount of interest in the students welfare. He's the ~perfect~ instructor. His hobbies... Well, he moves around enough no one notices, and the occasional fling with a student? Or fellow faculty member when he finds a cute one, those things are never discovered. He likes his games.]
[The transfer student though, is quite handsome. Rather surprisingly reclusive for an obviously popular one among the crowd. Not the sort Felid usually sees giving teachers the glazed stare. It'd be intriguing for that alone, and the body attached isn't bad at all. So when he ends his lecture on the last period on a Friday, he closes the book and smiles, in a way that makes half the class sigh, taking off his glasses (they're for show only) and tapping the assignments on the board.]
Don't forget your homework over the weekend. You're dismissed. Ah, but Eusford-kun I'd like you to stay.
[It's unexpected, and he sits up as if shocked. There's some gentle ribbing from his classmates, which he brushes off with a shrug. Just reactive enough to be left well enough alone.
So he packs up, and waits for every other student to leave before rising from his seat and moving to the front of the classroom.]
Did you need something, Sensei?
[He's just flushed enough for a vampire like Felid to notice, caught between fancy and the thought he's in trouble, racking his brains for what he might have done wrong.]
[He sits on the edge of his own desk, loosening his collar in a casual gesture. It's warm, it's after class, no reason he stay formally buttoned up right? He sets his glasses on the desk and leans forward, friendly and close, in that amiable way that charms his students. Looking serious, but in a concerned way.]
I wanted to make sure everything was going well with you. Transferring in the middle of the semester can be quite hard. Are the other students giving you a hard time? Are you keeping up in your other classes?
[The flush is easy to detect, and the loosening of his own collar was just a casual test, he's contemplating what angle he wants to take it. Seduce Crowley outright, or let Crowley think he's the one seducing his teacher? Well, he supposes it really comes down to whether this young man is the sort to take initiative if it's handed to him or if he needs to be led. Either game is fun.]
[And something about Crowley is... Appealing in a way he really can't pinpoint, more so than his usual interests.]
[Felid is distractingly attractive during class. It's way worse with him taking off his glasses like that, unbuttoning his shirt, with his attention fully focused on only Crowley. He can feel his cheeks heating more, but other than that he manages to maintain something of a poker face, smiling gently.]
I'm not being bullied or anything, Sensei. And I think I'm doing well... Did I mess up that last test or something?
[Keep a cool head about you, Crowley. This doesn't mean anything. Just use it as fuel for fantasies later.]
Oh no. You're doing quite well. I was worried I'd have to tutor you to catch you up, but you've done an excellent job.
[He smiles and pats Crowley's shoulder with gentle fingers, a soft "good job" in the gesture before he leans back on one hand. The kid is keeping his arousal admirably in check for a teenager, but he can't hide it from a vampire.]
Is there anything you feel you don't understand? If you need any help don't hesitate to come to me with anything.
[Is that an invitation to monopolize his time alone again?
HELP???
Being a teenager is rough, there's really not a whole lot he can do about how hard he's getting over this. He left his bag on his desk, too, so there's... really no way to hide it subtly.
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Ummm. There's nothing I can think of right now, but if I do find something, I'll let you know. Thanks, Sensei.
[What a great find this kid is. Felid wonders what Crowley fantasizes of him--the suave teacher that seduces him? The shy lit professor that falls for him? Maybe just a very kinky encounter? Well. He decides on the angle to play, anyway, beckoning Crowley closer.]
[this is now edging the line between a wet dream and a nightmare. just. let him go? surely that's all the reassurance Felid-sensei could have needed, so why can't he make his escape and go jerk off in the bathroom or something?
He's still trying to play it off, though, blinking and drawing closer.]
[He drapes an arm over Crowle's shoulder, his chin resting on Crowley's other shoulder, breath warm against Crowley's ear.]
I did say help with anything.
[Such a forward move is a gamble. Most students would back off from it even if it's what they wanted, too easily frightened away from their own confused desires. That suits Felid fine, he likes the long game, but something about Crowley prompts him to try a riskier approach, curious if he'll react normally, or surprise Felid.]
[Crowley freezes up for a good thirty seconds, blindsided.
His voice cracks a little when he speaks, but his words are slow and measured. Not betraying his reaction, though his body does, the spike of arousal unmistakable for Felid.]
[Intrigued. What is so different about this young man? He likes it, it's interesting. He hasn't been so interested in ages. Diverted, yes. Amused many times, but not interested.]
You're perfectly capable of running and telling the principle, I won't stop you.
[It's practically a purr, warm in Crowley's ear.]
Or~ You could help me clean up for the weekend.
[He pulls back, letting go of Crowley, entirely out of his space and giving him all the room he could want if he felt like bolting.]
[That's... so tempting, and he wants to so badly, but something doesn't line up in what Felid said so he takes his time, mulls over those words with his lust-filled mind, stubbornly taking stock of the situation.
And then he squares his shoulders, tips his head like he has the higher ground, like he's not obviously sporting an erection and blushing bright.]
[God he needs to have this young man in every possible way on every piece of furniture in this classroom. Or maybe the other way around, he's hardly picky. But while all the normal teenage things are there, that composure is so unusual.]
You just told me you wouldn't keep me from reporting you for sexual harassment. Who do you think that would convince? Especially if I were interested in doing something like that.
[He can't help the gasp that escapes when Felid draws so close, touches him skin-to-skin like that.
But he doesn't back off, smile sharpening further. This is thrilling and hot and a challenge. He wants his teacher badly, propriety be damned. He did before, and it's even more powerful an urge now.]
What about you, Sensei? Can I trust the sort of man that would fuck his student to not have an even bigger betrayal of trust up his sleeve for later? I'm an easy target, new as I am. Who's to say they'd believe me if I argued?
[What a good boy Crowley is. It's hard not to shove him against the desk right now. But Felid's got centuries of patience giving him a boost in impulse control. It doesn't stop him from inching his foot further up Crowley's leg, toes curling into his calf slowly.]
If you doubt your ability to persuade them you can still walk out and I'll not proposition you again. As for what's up my sleeve, you'll have to take a gamble if you want to know, won't you?
[He leans back on both hands, foot sliding up and down to rub Crowley's skin slowly.]
...Yeah, you're right. I won't. But you're encouraging bad habits, Sensei, getting me into gambling.
[like what they're about to do isn't worse, like he isn't shivering at the way Felid's foot is moving. Crowley never thought about anyone's feet, particularly, but he'll probably be hyper aware of them for a while after this
He closes what little distance remains between them, hands settling on the desk to either side of Felid as he leans to kiss him.]
Gambling is a bad habit, as your teacher I strongly encourage you--hmmhph.
[Felid parts his lips for that kiss immediately, sliding his tongue against Crowley's lips because he wants to taste his student, this very intriguing and attractive young man. He wants to taste him several ways, but first thing's first.]
[His foot drops from feeling up Crowley's leg to hooking behind his knee to keep him close. He reaches the hand not bracing himself to start undoing Crowley's uniform, he wants to touch, greedy and eager.]
[Crowley parts his lips the moment Felid signals that's what he wants, deepening the kiss without any hesitation. He got all that out of his system, and now he's committing to enjoying this without regrets.
He's inexperienced, but enthusiasm goes a long way, one of his hands moving to settle on Felid's hip.]
[He moans, soft, but open and encouraging, sliding his fingers over the skin he's managed to expose and leading this kiss with more insistent forcefulness than might be expected from how easily he seems content to let Crowley pin him to this desk, his hips shifting forward and legs tightening to help him grind deliciously up against his eager young student.]
[Crowley is incredibly fit- not as built as his shoulders suggest he will be, one day, but well on his way. His pecs still have some decent cleavage to relish.
He gasps with feeling into the kiss, hips jerking forward against his teacher, erection even more impossible to miss like this, hard and hot between them even with layers of pants and underwear.]
[He wonders if he should ever let this particular one go. He's only going to get more attractive as he matures. He breaks the kiss, licking Crowley's neck, barely restrained in his desire to bite him. He should save some surprises for later.]
Do you want to fuck me on this desk, Crowley?
[Is voice is warm and lewd, soft and inviting.]
I wonder if you'll ever be able to concentrate on class again?
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[It's pretty unfortunate. There's a transfer in the middle of the second semester, and the young man is having significant trouble fitting in. It's not that his classmates dislike him. Rather the issue seems to be that he doesn't like being so well-liked. Something about him seems to excite boys and girls alike. Maybe he's just broody and reclusive enough to be cool and fascinating, or maybe something about him seems to put them at ease. It seems to vary.
Regardless, he's a very good student, and there really isn't any special reason for the Lit teacher to take notice of him. Other than managing to keep up after such an untimely transfer, he's not outstanding, but lately he seems to have been zoning out in class, eyes glassily fixed on the instructor. Maybe it's worth pulling him aside?]
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[The transfer student though, is quite handsome. Rather surprisingly reclusive for an obviously popular one among the crowd. Not the sort Felid usually sees giving teachers the glazed stare. It'd be intriguing for that alone, and the body attached isn't bad at all. So when he ends his lecture on the last period on a Friday, he closes the book and smiles, in a way that makes half the class sigh, taking off his glasses (they're for show only) and tapping the assignments on the board.]
Don't forget your homework over the weekend. You're dismissed. Ah, but Eusford-kun I'd like you to stay.
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[It's unexpected, and he sits up as if shocked. There's some gentle ribbing from his classmates, which he brushes off with a shrug. Just reactive enough to be left well enough alone.
So he packs up, and waits for every other student to leave before rising from his seat and moving to the front of the classroom.]
Did you need something, Sensei?
[He's just flushed enough for a vampire like Felid to notice, caught between fancy and the thought he's in trouble, racking his brains for what he might have done wrong.]
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I wanted to make sure everything was going well with you. Transferring in the middle of the semester can be quite hard. Are the other students giving you a hard time? Are you keeping up in your other classes?
[The flush is easy to detect, and the loosening of his own collar was just a casual test, he's contemplating what angle he wants to take it. Seduce Crowley outright, or let Crowley think he's the one seducing his teacher? Well, he supposes it really comes down to whether this young man is the sort to take initiative if it's handed to him or if he needs to be led. Either game is fun.]
[And something about Crowley is... Appealing in a way he really can't pinpoint, more so than his usual interests.]
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[Felid is distractingly attractive during class. It's way worse with him taking off his glasses like that, unbuttoning his shirt, with his attention fully focused on only Crowley. He can feel his cheeks heating more, but other than that he manages to maintain something of a poker face, smiling gently.]
I'm not being bullied or anything, Sensei. And I think I'm doing well... Did I mess up that last test or something?
[Keep a cool head about you, Crowley. This doesn't mean anything. Just use it as fuel for fantasies later.]
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[He smiles and pats Crowley's shoulder with gentle fingers, a soft "good job" in the gesture before he leans back on one hand. The kid is keeping his arousal admirably in check for a teenager, but he can't hide it from a vampire.]
Is there anything you feel you don't understand? If you need any help don't hesitate to come to me with anything.
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[Is that an invitation to monopolize his time alone again?
HELP???
Being a teenager is rough, there's really not a whole lot he can do about how hard he's getting over this. He left his bag on his desk, too, so there's... really no way to hide it subtly.
P o k e r f a c e.]
Ummm. There's nothing I can think of right now, but if I do find something, I'll let you know. Thanks, Sensei.
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Eusford-kun.
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[this is now edging the line between a wet dream and a nightmare. just. let him go? surely that's all the reassurance Felid-sensei could have needed, so why can't he make his escape and go jerk off in the bathroom or something?
He's still trying to play it off, though, blinking and drawing closer.]
Sensei?
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I did say help with anything.
[Such a forward move is a gamble. Most students would back off from it even if it's what they wanted, too easily frightened away from their own confused desires. That suits Felid fine, he likes the long game, but something about Crowley prompts him to try a riskier approach, curious if he'll react normally, or surprise Felid.]
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[Crowley freezes up for a good thirty seconds, blindsided.
His voice cracks a little when he speaks, but his words are slow and measured. Not betraying his reaction, though his body does, the spike of arousal unmistakable for Felid.]
That's a pretty risky play, Sensei.
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You're perfectly capable of running and telling the principle, I won't stop you.
[It's practically a purr, warm in Crowley's ear.]
Or~ You could help me clean up for the weekend.
[He pulls back, letting go of Crowley, entirely out of his space and giving him all the room he could want if he felt like bolting.]
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[That's... so tempting, and he wants to so badly, but something doesn't line up in what Felid said so he takes his time, mulls over those words with his lust-filled mind, stubbornly taking stock of the situation.
And then he squares his shoulders, tips his head like he has the higher ground, like he's not obviously sporting an erection and blushing bright.]
That sounds fun, Sensei, but you shouldn't lie.
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[God he needs to have this young man in every possible way on every piece of furniture in this classroom. Or maybe the other way around, he's hardly picky. But while all the normal teenage things are there, that composure is so unusual.]
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You just told me you wouldn't keep me from reporting you for sexual harassment. Who do you think that would convince? Especially if I were interested in doing something like that.
Don't tell me you're a gambling man, Sensei.
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I wouldn't stop you, certainly, if you went right now. I'd disappear quietly. If, on the other hand...
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If you happened to think you could have some fun and try to blackmail me, you'd find me not so lenient.
You have a choice right now, my fate, and I might say yours, is entirely in your hands.
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[He can't help the gasp that escapes when Felid draws so close, touches him skin-to-skin like that.
But he doesn't back off, smile sharpening further. This is thrilling and hot and a challenge. He wants his teacher badly, propriety be damned. He did before, and it's even more powerful an urge now.]
What about you, Sensei? Can I trust the sort of man that would fuck his student to not have an even bigger betrayal of trust up his sleeve for later? I'm an easy target, new as I am. Who's to say they'd believe me if I argued?
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If you doubt your ability to persuade them you can still walk out and I'll not proposition you again. As for what's up my sleeve, you'll have to take a gamble if you want to know, won't you?
[He leans back on both hands, foot sliding up and down to rub Crowley's skin slowly.]
But I don't think you'll go out that door.
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...Yeah, you're right. I won't. But you're encouraging bad habits, Sensei, getting me into gambling.
[like what they're about to do isn't worse, like he isn't shivering at the way Felid's foot is moving. Crowley never thought about anyone's feet, particularly, but he'll probably be hyper aware of them for a while after this
He closes what little distance remains between them, hands settling on the desk to either side of Felid as he leans to kiss him.]
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[Felid parts his lips for that kiss immediately, sliding his tongue against Crowley's lips because he wants to taste his student, this very intriguing and attractive young man. He wants to taste him several ways, but first thing's first.]
[His foot drops from feeling up Crowley's leg to hooking behind his knee to keep him close. He reaches the hand not bracing himself to start undoing Crowley's uniform, he wants to touch, greedy and eager.]
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[Crowley parts his lips the moment Felid signals that's what he wants, deepening the kiss without any hesitation. He got all that out of his system, and now he's committing to enjoying this without regrets.
He's inexperienced, but enthusiasm goes a long way, one of his hands moving to settle on Felid's hip.]
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[Crowley is incredibly fit- not as built as his shoulders suggest he will be, one day, but well on his way. His pecs still have some decent cleavage to relish.
He gasps with feeling into the kiss, hips jerking forward against his teacher, erection even more impossible to miss like this, hard and hot between them even with layers of pants and underwear.]
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Do you want to fuck me on this desk, Crowley?
[Is voice is warm and lewd, soft and inviting.]
I wonder if you'll ever be able to concentrate on class again?
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