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I've eaten. But if you feel lonely~

[He pours himself some tea.]

Don't force yourself either, okay?

That's kind of you. You know after a while one has to start watching their figure.

[He does sip the tea though. It's normal never to have seen him eat, since presumably he eats lunch in the teacher's room, but he does seem to be perfectly willing to drink his tea.]

I wouldn't worry too much about your figure, Sensei. You've got that in the bag.

[it is normal! and that's not keeping it from being taken into account. he's gathering any bit of information that could be relevant, and leaving actual judgment until he has enough of it.]

Why thank you~

[He leans forward to looking Crowley over, not at all subtle as his eyes rake down his figure.]

Speaking of figures, you're growing well into yours.

[...flushes, but smiles confidently regardless]

Ah? Thanks for the compliment.

[What a cute student. He sets his tea down, reaches over to run his fingers through Crowley's hair, gentle for a moment before his fingers tighten and he pulls him roughly into a kiss.]

[It's a surprise, but he adapts easily enough, rising so it isn't such a stretch and bracing himself with hands on the table, kissing back pretty much immediately]

[It's deep and hot, and Felid is honestly presses by how fast Crowley adapts. It's tempting to shove him down on the floor and crawl on top of him right here, and he's rather amused at himself for the teenage impulse before he lets go.]

[He's smiling, breathless and flushed when the kiss breaks.]

You surprised me, Sensei.

Did I?

[Not at all repentant. He brushes a thumb over Crowley's lips, smiling.]

You just looked so good.

Flatterer.

[but he's still smiling, too.]

Haha, not at all. I'm simply saying what's on my mind.

[He slides a hand through Crowley's hair, intimate.]

[he has the sudden realization that he can also touch felid's hair

holy shit is he getting on that immediately, reaching to slide fingers covetously through his forelocks.]

You're so gorgeous, Sensei...

[He tilts his head forward to that, his hair silky in Crowley's fingers.]

Why thank you. Why don't we get more comfortable, hm?

[don't huff his hair. you can do that more subtly later. yep. sure.]

Great idea. Where to?

Decisions.

[He gets up, holds his hand out to Crowley.]

The bed is most comfortable, we can get creative later.

Ah... Of course. We can take our time?

I have nowhere to be, do you?

I definitely don't.

Good.

[He tugs Crowley with him to a very western style bedroom with a four poster bed and fancy everything really. He likes classy things.]

Whoa, you have expensive taste, don't you Sensei?

[he wouldn't have guessed it, from the way Felid is at school, but he does seem suitably impressed.]

I like nice things.

[He seems to be including Crowley in that, as he gently but firmly tugs him to the bed and shoves him onto it. He's not patient.]

[Crowley doesn't answer, instead grinning wickedly and reaching to pull Felid down into the bed with him. He asked if they could take their time, not take it slow, and there's a very distinct distance when one part is impatient and the other is a teenager.]

[Felid had no intention of taking things slow, even if he'll keep Crowley in his bed (or wherever they end up fucking eventually) as long as possible. Taking his time indeed different from going slow. He reaches to remove Crowley's shirt immediately, or at least get it open.]