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[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?

[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.

[He slides his fingers over Crowley's chest, admiring, flicking a thumb over his nipple.]

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.]

[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.]

Sensei- I won't last if you-

[He laughs, leaning back, familiar enough with the stamina (and lack thereof) of teenagers.]

Sorry~ I'll let you lead.

[He slides his fingers over Crowley's skin still, but he's slower, letting Crowley recover.]

[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.]

[He arches back and pushes his chest up into that touch, watching Crowley appreciatively himself. What a good student. He can tell Crowley will be a fast learner.]

[He even moans softly, to encourage him, he's doing well, and Felid did say he could have the lead.]

[He is trying not to rush this, but is still driven by teenaged hormones and the sense that this might be taken from him, somehow, if he doesn't act enough like he wants it. And he wants it, wants Felid so badly. So he slides his hands down to his waistband and pops the button, slipping a hand into his pants.]

We'll need lubrication, right?

Not for me. When I fuck you, yes.

[That's not how this works? But he doesn't explain, reaching up to run his hand under Crowley's shirt and up his spine, arching into Crowley touching him through his pants, wanton and debauched and pretty, thighs tightening around Crowley's hips for a moment as he arches appealingly. And the when is certain, no if.]

[...That's... not how that works, he's pretty sure? But he won't argue, instead shoving Felid's pants down a little and wrapping his hand around his cock, dropping his gaze and admiring it.]

[He watches Crowley, not hurried or anything but also kind of wanting more. Still, he curbs his impatience to lean forward and huff Crowley's neck while his cute student takes in the view, hands wandering down to loosen Crowley's pants and free his cock helpfully.]

[He shivers, both at the huffing and at the feeling of warm air on his cock, a blessed relief after its confinement.

Still, he's incredibly focused on Felid's cock, stroking it once, then releasing it, instead drawing a fingertip down from the tip to his balls.]

You're so pretty, Sensei.

[His cock twitches in ready response to the touch, and Felid reaches up to run his fingers through Crowley's hair, not giving his cock the same attention. the teenager hardly needs that stimulation.]

Is that why you were staring?

[He likes that "Sensei", he always does, but it's especially sweet from Crowley's lips.]

Oh. Was I that obvious?

[Leans into the hand touching his hair, embarrassed, but sliding his finger lower down, brushing over Felid's entrance.]

You weren't salivating, but I'm more observant than most.

[He untangles his hand from Crowley's hair, slides it down his arm to catch his wrist and drags that up to his lips, licking his fingers and watching him as he drags his tongue along them.]

[He watches, completely wrapped up in his super hot teacher licking his fingers, though he does miss that hand in his hair...

There's always another time for that.]

I wonder if you're used to looking for that in students?

[His tongue curls around each finger, licks up and between before he releases Crowley's hand and reaches for his hair again, fingers tightening in it pleasantly. It has a nice feeling, not too thin, long enough to really hold on to.]

I teacher must always be mindful of potential trouble with his students, Eusford-kun.

[But he knows what Crowley is really asking, as he slowly puts pressure on him to kneel, not a verbal command but not one to ignore with the strong push on Crowley's head.]

But I've never approached a student this way.

[Sort of not technically a lie. He's never been so blatant.]

I don't know why you caught my eye.

[He doesn't believe him.

It's odd, really, that he doesn't. Felid-sensei is pretty young, so it would be entirely reasonable for Crowley to be his first partner in this kind of debauchery. But Crowley is sure that isn't the case, and he trusts his judgment.

He's not offended, though, and doesn't bother saying anything about it. There's no reason to rock the boat, when he's getting what he wants. So he sinks to his knees cooperatively, flushing deeper at the hand in his hair.]

I don't know either, but I'm glad I did.

[He can read humans so well, and it's interesting that there's no believe there. really, he is not going to get bored with this one is he? He tightens his fingers in Crowley's hair, spreading his own legs and pulling Crowley forward towards his cock. Firmly directing him, curious, interested by that flush. Is Crowley a bit of a masochist? Or does he just like that bit of being controlled? Either way, what a sensual person.]

So am I.

[Maybe he just likes having his hair touched!! There's something thrilling in being directed a little forcefully too, though, and he isn't unappreciative of the pain in his scalp, either.

Crowley looks up at him, relishing the sight. Felid is just as beautiful from down here, cock a graceful curve in the foreground of a gorgeous body, to go with a gorgeous face and hair. He barely hesitates, breath puffing hot over Felid's skin, then liiicks long and wet, from the root of him to the tip, just once.]

[He appreciates this view. He really enjoys it intensely, and the almost unhesitating way Crowley goes for it makes him tighten his grip than loosen it, petting his hair in silent praise. What a very, very good boy.]

Have you ever done this before?

[He doesn't care one way or another, Crowley on his knees is a beautiful sight.]