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[That's lovely, the picture and the feelings. He curls his fingers against Crowley's tongue, slides them slick over his lips as he pulls them out.]

Wonderful marks, Eusford-kun.

[He leans back on the desk, spreading his legs and reaching down to finger his own ass right in full view of Crowley, using the saliva to slick himself a bit. It's not good lube, but it'll stop things from chafing, and he wonders how much Crowley might end up liking to fuck rough--he's certainly not a delicate human.]

[WATCHING AVIDLY, breathless and wanting, but still using his head, still surprisingly composed.]

Is that going to be good enough...?

[He curls and twists his fingers inside himself, shivering in pleasure.]

Not for anyone but me. I happen to like it rough, but always remember to use lube and a condom if you have a boyfriend.

[Look he's being such a good teacher.]

Of course.

[He doesn't bother asking if they'll use a condom right now. The situation is pretty clear, with that.]

I won't hold back, then.

[He pulls his fingers out of himself with a little shudder, leaning back with his chest and thighs exposed, spread on his own desk as he gives his student the most heated, wanting look.]

Good. Now fuck me.

Gladly, Sensei.

[Holy shit, what a sight. He drinks it in hungrily, sliding a hand up Felid's belly as he stands, before lining himself up and starting to press in without hesitation.]

[He moans, loud, reaching around to brace his arms on Crowley's shoulders and arching lightly into that. It's tight and hot and barely slick enough, and Felid is wanton in the way he reacts, just barely quiet enough, but openly enjoying the feeling of Crowley in him.]

[Crowley is still initially inclined to be a little gentle, but he resists that urge, grabbing Felid's hips and snapping his own to seat himself just a little deeper, leaning in to kiss his sensei hungrily and muffle the noises he's making.]

[He kisses back, fully moaning into Crowley's mouth. Got he wants to bite him, while Crowley fucks him on his desk. But he doesn't want to end it that quick, the pleasure would be way too much for the kid. He rolls his hips against Crowley, trying to seat him deeper, legs wrapping around the small of his back.]

[Crowley kisses Felid like he's trying to eat his moans, starting up a pretty brutal pace, once he figures out how to get the leverage for it. Not as fast as it could be, but rough, as he tries to toe the line between good and too good to last.]

[He loves this. God he's keeping this one, he doesn't care. He breaks the kiss, kissing Crowley's neck and down his collarbone, moaning against his skin as he's fucked. He hopes Crowley has no chance in hell of concentrating in class, he wants to make this teenager completely distracted with him. So after a while he doesn't care about making it last, he just wants to make it intensely unforgettable.]

[He chooses a spot on Crowley's chest, sinks his fangs in and moans at the sensual pleasure biting gives. So sinful, and such sweet blood on his tongue. The immoral sensations on top of the rough sex should be more than enough to overwhelm anyone.]

[He didn't expect that. There's no way he could have expected that. Crowley is just a human teenager. He's fascinating, but he has no experience with the supernatural.

So Felid kissing down his chest is merely super hot, a sexy counterpoint to fucking him into the desk, until the burn of the bite, the shock and arousal slamming into him simultaneously... They tip him over the edge of orgasm, with a cry that's nearly too loud. He spills deep into Felid, shaking, and for all his control up to this point he really has no defense against this.]

[He holds Crowley close, legs and arms locked around him as he rides that orgasm with his own, sucking Crowley's blood as Crowley spills inside him and he himself comes with a rough moan against their stomachs, keyed up and energized with the sex and the meal.]

[Crowley is worked up beyond belief, brain a little too shorted out to make sense of this just yet, but he has good instincts and holds very still as Felid drinks from him, pleasure and pain coursing raggedly through his veins as he tries to stay quiet.]

[He moans again, softly, licking the wounds until the bleeding's a trickle and leaning up, pulling Crowley down into a hungry, sharp, bloody kiss of pure lust and animal greed. Whatever Crowley thought he got himself into starting this, it's certainly more than he had any idea he was signing up for. Felid's already decided his fate, Crowley just doesn't know it yet.]

[He... kisses back, though he lets Felid dominate it completely, not sure enough of his position or what the fuck just happened to push.]

[He hums and lets the kiss break, all smug contentment. That was nice. They're going to do that again, that and much more. He digs a handkerchief out of his pocket, licking his lips then wiping them to clean up the blood, before using it to mop up the semen coating their stomachs. He doesn't do or say anything to check on how Crowley's dealing with the being bitten thing.]

[He... finally manages to get his wits mostly about him. Those were fangs. Seriously?

The easy answer is that his sensei is delusional, some sort of freak with a vampire kink, willing to pour enough effort into it to... file his teeth? Get tooth extensions? Or something?

...But he doesn't believe that. Still, it's most sensible to act like he does, so his tone is scolding when he musters up the ability to speak.]

Sensei, that's the sort of kink you're supposed to warn about and ask consent for.

[He laughs lightly, like sure, we'll go with the kink angle. He stretches languidly and leans forward to lick Crowley's neck, just to see if he'll flinch.]

Oops~ my bad.

[He doesn't flinch. What he does do is clap a hand over Felid's mouth.]

Don't try to be cute about it. You're in hot water, Sensei.

...Also don't actually give me extra credit.

[He laughs and nips Crowley's fingers, leaning back.]

Your grades are whatever you do on your assignments you know. Do you think I'm unethical?

[This is funny, laugh. Though he's amused for other reasons than his own terrible sense of humor.]

I thought it best to confirm that, since apparently Sensei doesn't like to check if people are okay with things before doing them!

Oh, are you saying you didn't like that?

I'm not sure how I feel about it. I haven't exactly had time to decide.

[He starts buttoning Crowley's shirt up, slowly, not at all in a businesslike way. Rather intimate and sensual, but considering Crowley's still buried in him...]

My my, how long will it take you?