[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?
[He wasn't expecting his chest to be so sensitive, and he shivers helplessly as Felid pays attention to his nipple, somewhere between self conscious and just... wanting more. He's not a girl, it's not like they're there for a reason, so they might as well be pleasurable, right? Who gives a damn!
He can't actually be bothered to give Felid a witty response this time, moaning as quietly as he can and fumbling at the buttons of his teacher's shirt with finely trembling hands.]
[What a good boy, so obedient. He lightly scrapes Crowley's skin with his nails, letting him fumble without helping, distracting even by sucking on his neck without biting--he knows what will leave a mark, and he's very careful not to, but he does pay lavish attention with his hands on Crowley's chest and his tongue on his skin, making not effort to conceal his skill at finding weak spots while he lets Crowley fumble his way through layers of clothing.]
[He's rapidly being overwhelmed, even with his iron (for a teenager) control. He's going to come in his pants at this rate, and he finally ducks his head, trying to get Felid's mouth away from his neck.]
[That gives him some leeway to catch his breath and focus on opening his teacher's shirt. Finally he beats the last button, and can't help but just. slide his hands under that open shirt, transfixed. So hot.
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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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[That's incredibly and unfairly attractive, but Crowley has to sass first. Much to the complaint of his boner.]
If I start having trouble you'll tutor me, right Sensei? Take responsibility.
[he manages a rough chuckle at that, then lets his eager desperation show with a needy groan.]
I want to.
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How could I do anything but take full responsibility for the education of my students, Eusford-kun?
Extra credit then, fuck me.
[The confidence of Crowley's is cute, he really thinks he could be very captivated by this young man. How exciting that is in its own way.]
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[He wasn't expecting his chest to be so sensitive, and he shivers helplessly as Felid pays attention to his nipple, somewhere between self conscious and just... wanting more. He's not a girl, it's not like they're there for a reason, so they might as well be pleasurable, right? Who gives a damn!
He can't actually be bothered to give Felid a witty response this time, moaning as quietly as he can and fumbling at the buttons of his teacher's shirt with finely trembling hands.]
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[He's rapidly being overwhelmed, even with his iron (for a teenager) control. He's going to come in his pants at this rate, and he finally ducks his head, trying to get Felid's mouth away from his neck.]
Sensei- I won't last if you-
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Sorry~ I'll let you lead.
[He slides his fingers over Crowley's skin still, but he's slower, letting Crowley recover.]
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[That gives him some leeway to catch his breath and focus on opening his teacher's shirt. Finally he beats the last button, and can't help but just. slide his hands under that open shirt, transfixed. So hot.
Hums his appreciation.]
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