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Being a young professor has been a bit of a thrill ride for Hongjoong. He gets to understand his students better, explain himself better and also involve them in the lessons much more, meaning both him and them can enjoy the lesson and also learn something new without being bored.
Of course, it wasn’t always easy, even if the majority of his students had much respect for him, some of them abused of their closeness in age to take him less seriously. Hongjoong couldn’t do much more than scold them and hope they grew tired of that behavior.
There was only one student he couldn’t quite read, and it was Choi San. Tall and handsome, with arms that could crush someone’s head and shoulders larger than a mountain. He always sat in the first rows every time Hongjoong had a lesson but he never interacted with him unless it was Hongjoong the one to ask him something. He couldn’t understand if he was interested or if he was there only to pass the exam and then leave.
One day, as the lesson ended, Hongjoong and San were the only ones left in the class, Hongjoong was writing in his notebook some topics to delve deeper in the next lesson and San was scrolling on his phone, still at his seat.
The professor raised his eyes from the notebook and looked at him with curiosity. It was strange that he was still there even if he wasn’t doing anything related to the lesson, like he didn’t have better places to go, so Hongjoong got up from his chair and walked closer to him.
The younger put away his phone almost immediately, giving all his attention to the professor.
“What are you doing here? I’m sure there are more comfortable places for you to stay” His tone was warm, almost like a caress and he smiled at the boy, tilting his head a little to the side.
San leaned back a bit in his chair, still casually looking at Hongjoong, and he grinned “Guess I’m just enjoying the view. The lesson might be over, but I’m not in a rush to leave just yet.” He added, letting his voice drop slightly, “You do make it hard to walk out, you know.” He looked at the professor right in his eyes, as if he wanted to make sure that Hongjoong understood he was talking about him.
That worked perfectly because a pretty flush appeared on the older’s cheeks, making San smirk.
“T-thanks I guess..”
He quickly turned to the other side, wanting to go out of that room before having some more inappropriate reactions to a compliment from one of his students, but as soon as he reached his table to pack his things, two hands at either side of his body blocked him against the table, pressing him there.
It didn’t took him much to understand it was San right behind him, and the fact that he was so quick to get the message made him even more flustered. “San.. Can you move please? I-I need to get my things and le- o-oh god..” Hongjoong didn’t have the time to end his sentence because a warm tongue was tracing the line from his neck to his ear and he couldn’t move a muscle, feeling nothing else than a rush of pleasure right below his belt.
“Why leaving now that we have all the room just for us, professor?”
San remarked the title, as to make him remember well that he was still a student, and that it was wrong to like what they were doing, even if he wasn’t the one who started it.
“S-San please..” Hongjoong whispered, tightening the pencil case in his left hand while trying to fight the shivers in his whole body.
However San didn’t want to listen and he kept leaving wet kisses all over his neck and nape while his hands moved from the table to his professor’s tiny waist. “I wondered how you would react to my touch so many times..” San whispered to his ear, licking the shell of it while massaging his waist, an evil smirk forming on his lips. He could feel his professor almost physically melting under his touch, making him feel even stronger.
“N-no.. please- we can’t!” Hongjoong tried so hard to resist, to avoid succumbing to that devilish pleasure but it wasn’t easy at all, especially when he felt San’s hand groping his chest under his blazer.
A moan escaped from his lips and he immediately slapped a hand against his mouth, but it was too late.
San smirked against the wet skin of his neck and he kept groping and touching his tits, feeling his nipples harden through the thin layer of the shirt he was wearing under the grey blazer.
“Someone’s getting horny, huh?” He was almost making fun of him, key word almost, because he was no better with his erection poking the professor’s ass even through his thick jeans.
“P-please.. Someone- ah! s-someone could walk inside any moment now!” Hongjoong pleaded, looking at the younger in his eyes. At this point even Hongjoong didn’t know what he was begging him for, to be released or to be touched more, but the younger got the answer as soon as he began pinching the sensitive and hard nipples through his shirt. San licked his lips, feeling the hunger clouding his head.
Having the sweet history professor in his hands, making those delicious sounds because of him, was making it harder and harder to avoid bending him on the table and fuck him senseless, but he wanted to make Hongjoong crave it, to make him beg for it.
“I wanted to suck those fine tits from the first time I saw you walking past that door.” He growled in his ear, pinching the pink nubs harder, making Hongjoong squeak and whine right after. “You were wearing the same blazer as today but with a white shirt underneath and when you let the blazer open I saw them right in front of me.. I bet you did it on purpose, making yourself look so yummy so one of us would get in your pants.”
Hongjoong kept blushing, shaking his head. “N-no! No.. I d-didn’t- ah!”
But again, San pinched his nipples harder to avoid making him finish his sentence. “Turn.” He ordered, a deep voice that Hongjoong never heard from him, it was laced with lust and need.
The professor shyly turned, now facing the younger but he quickly looked away; he couldn’t stand eye contact. But that was okay, San didn’t need it, for now.
He was quick to grab Hongjoong by his hips and make him sit on the table, making him yelp as he was being handled so easily. Yet, he didn’t have any more time to think because the grey blazer was being pulled away from his body and thrown on the floor.
“W-what are you- mphf!” Again, interrupted. But this time San did it by pulling up his shirt and make Hongjoong keep the edge in his mouth so that he could work freely on his chest and tummy without the shirt in the way. San spent some seconds caressing the older’s bare waist and tummy, almost in awe at how perfect he looked, and his body was exactly how he imagined, fantasizing in all his lessons instead of truly listening.
With a slow motion, San licked a long stripe from his belly button to his left nipple and Hongjoong moaned loudly, almost making the shirt fall out from his mouth. “F-fwck..”
San smirked against his nipple and he immediately took it in his mouth, sucking and licking it like milk could come out from it while he was teasing the other between his index and thumb.
That skilled tongue was making it harder and harder for the professor to focus on making him stop. Waves of pleasure kept washing over him like a stormy sea, feeling the warmth from his lower half expanding in his whole body.
Hongjoong whined, the sound still muffley by the wet tissue of his shirt, eyes rolling at the back of his head when San bit his left nipple while tugging the right one harshly. “mhgh!!”
San smirked against his skin, giving one last suck to both of the sweet reddened buds before kneeling right between the olders legs. “Strip.”
The professor hesitated, slowly letting the shirt fall out of his mouth while his face kept getting redder and redder.
At that point San started to become a little impatient. “I said.” He got up and grabbed Hongjoong’s cheeks, pulling him closer. “Strip. Or do you prefer having me do it?”
Hongjoong widened his eyes, quickly shaking his head, and an acknowledging look spread on San’s face. “There we go, such a good little puppy.”
It was undeniable Hongjoong was enjoying that more than he should have, the proof of it being the drenched panties glued to his equally drenched cunt, and that was exactly why he didn’t want to strip. He knew that the young and strong devil he was dealing with would make fun of him right away.
He sighed, and with a big pout on his lips Hongjoong stripped from all his clothes, letting them fall on the floor between them, until he was left with the white panties only. He tried to cover himself a little with his arms but that didn’t last much because San was faster than him and with one swift motion Hongjoong was being lifted so he was sitting on the table and before he could realize it, his wrists were pinned to the table by one of San’s strong hands.
“If you promise to keep your hands there I’m gonna let you go, but you gotta be good for me or else I’ll have to punish you.” His tone was thick and longing, and it was making shivers appear all over the older’s body. Hongjoong would never admit it, but that whole thing was making him hornier than ever. Being treated almost harshly, like a doll, being manhandled and talked dirty like that made his cunt throb like crazy.
Hongjoong slowly nodded, looking at the younger with big eyes full of lust, so San removed his hand and his grin darkened as he realized that his professor was actually obeying.
His eyes wandered lower and the first thing he noticed was the drenched fabric of Hongjoong panties sticking to his cunt and leaving nothing to the imagination. San didn’t hesitate one more second and his hand quickly cupped the trembling pussy, making Hongjoong moan and squeeze his eyes shut.
“Wow professor, you’re dripping..” His index finger was quick to part his labias from over the panties and find the small bundle of nerves that made Hongjoong arch his back deeply, with a strangled moan like he was choking on something. He kept playing with him, teasing him with his fingers all over the surface of his sensitive cunt, trying to push a finger inside through the panties or even flicking and rubbing circles over the sensitive clit. “So fucking wet. You’re enjoying this so much, huh? Being treated like a cheap whore by one of your students.”
Hongjoong was a mess. Panting and drooling on the table with his head moving from side to side, biting hard his lips to prevent moaning out loud, but it was getting more difficult since San had begun to recognize the most effective ways to make him go insane.
“Those panties are ruined now, I think it’s better if I keep them.” So San peeled away the white panties and stuffed them in his pocket, leaving the older completely bare, trembling like a leaf but with his hands still where they needed to be. “Good boy.”
Then San kneeled once again, grabbing one of the professor's legs to put it on the table. “Now we’re talking..” The sight of the pink pulsing cunt in front of him made his cock throb in his pants and he took a deep inhale of the sweet scent of it, making Hongjoong squeak in embarrassment.
San used both his thumbs to spread the older’s pussy, giving the first long lick from the gaping hole to the small clit, where he spent the most time. He swirled his tongue around it like a pro, making Hongjoong’s thighs tense with a loud moan while his hands were trembling as he really, really wanted to put them in San’s dark locks and pull them. “S-s-..san.. ah!”
Hongjoong continued to groan without holding back; his lips were red and swollen from all the bites he had given himself, and the muffling accomplished very little, so he decided it was no longer worth the effort.
Between the professor's legs San was having a great time slurping the hell out of Hongjoong’s trembling hole, lapping all the juices he was releasing, just to spit them back inside of him and suck them out again. It was addicting, the taste of the older’s cunt was making him go crazier than expected. He couldn’t wait to push himself between those warm and wet walls he was scraping clean with his tongue. Not to mention how pretty Hongjoong’s moans sounded. It was truly a gift for the ears.
After a while he pulled back, not after giving one last loud slurp to Hongjoong’s poor clit, making him whine and arch his back before slamming it back on the table. “F-fuck..” His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly, almost exhausted, and that vision made San even hornier.
“I think it’s time to fill this greedy cunt..” San declared while spreading Hongjoong’s pussy with his thumbs to observe it better, humiliating the professor even more. It was red and swollen, a mix of spit and slick covering it whole, while the hole kept gaping around air, begging for some attention. “Look at that, you’re such an insatiable little whore.” As he said that he spread his hole even more, making Hongjoong whine and shake his head.
“No?” San licked his lips, releasing the abused cunt with a squelch. “You’re telling me I should just leave you like this?”
At that Hongjoong panicked, breathing even more labored, trying to get up to stop the younger from leaving.
A quiet, self-satisfied smile appeared on his face and San pushed him back on the table. “That’s what I thought. Now spread those legs for me, doll.”
Hongjoong obeyed, spreading his legs even more for the younger who wasted no time pushing one finger inside the tight opening. “So fucking tight. You didn’t get laid for a while huh?”
If he could blush more, Hongjoong would have, as he shyly nodded. “A f-few years..”
San raised an eyebrow, confused. “You’re telling me no one has made you feel like this, for years?” He almost couldn’t believe it.
“Well.. work keeps a lot of my time occupied and I-I don’t go out much so- ah!” As he was speaking San inserted another finger, scissoring him open some more.
“Then you’re lucky I found you..” San smirked and caressed his inner thigh, moving the fingers inside him with lethal precision while he used the thumb to massage the reddened clit.
Hongjoong was going crazy, clenching around the younger’s fingers like his life depended on it. They felt so damn good and by the time he was able to open his eyes to look at him, the third finger was being inserted, now moving with the other two already inside of him.
The wet squelching sound made Hongjoong extremely flustered, squeezing his eyes, at least to avoid seeing San looking at him like that, like he was the prey succumbing to a feral predator. Not because he was scared of him, but because he was enjoying it a bit too much.
“I think I’ve loosened this cunt enough.” San declared, removing his fingers and successfully making the professor whine at the loss, pussy gaping even more.
Finally San lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his throbbing dick. He leaked enough precum for it to be used to massage the length, eyes never leaving Hongjoong’s helpless face. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Hongjoong slowly obeyed, widening his eyes as he acknowledged how big San was. He was not only big but also thick, the head of it red and angry while he could also see some veins on the length, some veins he could die to trace with his tongue. Oh he really hoped San would make him suck on his dick later on..
What a perv.
“Cat got your tongue pretty?” The younger smirked and got closer, rubbing the head of his pulsing cock on Hongjoong’s thighs, making him shake even more. “You want that?”
Hongjoong whined and nodded desperately, tightening his own wrists with his nails to suppress the urge to move his hands.
“Say it.”
Every time Hongjoong thought it couldn’t get more embarrassing, San proved him wrong.
With a shaky exhale Hongjoong nodded again. “P-please.. I really w-want it..”
San licked his lips. “Want what?”
It made Hongjoong whine almost painfully. “Your.. c-cock.. please.”
“Your student’s cock?” He rubbed his cock on Hongjoong’s clit, doing some circular movements that made him roll his eyes at the back of his head.
That was really the devil’s personification.
The professor felt a tear wetting his cheek, a tear of embarrassment. “Y-yes.. please I w-want my st..student’s cock..” He hiccuped. “Please San..”
“Aw, don’t cry yet. I’ll give you something real to cry for.” He dried Hongjoong’s tear, almost like a caress, but suddenly he was pushing his cock inside of him, making the professor’s back arch deeply. “Fuck- you’re still so tight..”
Hongjoong felt the air being pushed out of his lungs. He was shaking, mouth opened in a silent scream, blush all over his face and chest, yet his arms were still there. It made San coo, his professor was so cute under him, and so fucking gorgeous, so he decided to have some pity. “You can move your arms.” He groaned, pushing his dick inside some more, centimetre after centimetre until it was completely buried in the delicious and wet heat of Hongjoong’s cunt.
It did take a few seconds for the older to register what San had said but once he did he didn’t lose more time and he wrapped his arms around his student’s neck, pulling him towards himself to feel him closer.
San gasped, almost losing his balance. “Desperate that much, huh?” He grinned, rubbing his hands all over Hongjoong’s waist and lower back. His skin was soft and smooth, just like the rest of him.
He could still feel Hongjoong shaking, his head hidden in the crock of San’s neck, but he could also feel him clenching around his cock so he understood he was ready to get pounded like he deserved.
The first few thrusts were slow, pushing out of Hongjoong some adorable squeaks, but that didn’t last long. Soon enough San was pressing the older thighs open on the table, fucking his professor’s pussy with vigor. The sound of their skin slapping together at every thrust made Hongjoong want to hide even more, muffling all his moans and whimpers on San’s neck.
“It’s a shame I didn’t try to hit on you earlier. This could have been our routine since months.” San whispered in his ear, biting the skin under it.
Hongjoong just moaned in response, tightening his arms even more. Thinking about San having him as his personal fuck toy made something inside of him burn, and he came without a warning. He screamed, pussy clenching hard around the younger’s cock and he was shaking even more.
San’s hands caressed his back while he was licking all over Hongjoong’s neck. “Don’t worry professor, I’m not going to let you go so easily now that I’ve found how pliant you are for me.”
That sentence made the older whimper and he nodded, hugging San closer while his body was still being shaken by some sobs.
Not long after San began thrusting again, pounding into Hongjoong’s abused pussy like he owned it, and he kinda did now. “Gonna fill you every fucking day so you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs while you explain the lesson to the class.”
Hongjoong squeezed his eyes, moaning louder while scratching the taller’s back. “Y-yes.. please please p-please! I n-need it- ah, fuck!”
“Yeah? you need it so fucking much??” Not that he needed his ego to be busted even more, but those sweet pleas made San feel even more powerful. His cock was hardening even more inside the soft walls of Hongjoong’s cunt and after a few more thrusts he filled him up with a copious amount of cum. “Fuck.. There you go, whore.”
Hongjoong went cross eyed, partially from the feeling of San’s thumb still rubbing against his reddened clit, partially from the fulfilling sensation of warm cum being ejected into his womb. “T-thank you.. thank you..” He even thanked him, breathing heavily close to the younger’s ear. “Thank.. you..” After that he slowly let the taller go, and thanks to San’s hands supporting him, his back touched the table in a soft huff.
“Turn pretty boy.” San licked his lips, tightening Hongjoong’s hips. “I’m not done with you.”
A shiver ran down Hongjoong’s spine as he slowly turned, whimpering at the obscene mess that he made once San removed his cock, other than his pussy gaping, he whined at the feeling of emptiness. His belly was now down and he was basically bent at a 90 degree angle on the table.
San put both his hands on Hongjoong’s ass and squeezed the flesh, groaning at how good it was filling his palms. He smacked it experimentally, making Hongjoong whine and wince, but the vision of his bubble butt jiggling because of the hit was worth it. “A shame you keep all your curves hidden under your baggy clothes.”
After that he spread the older’s ass cheeks; now he had a clear vision of the gaping pussy dripping cum on the floor and a tight little pink pucker being completely untouched.
Initially his plans were different, but as soon as he saw it San knew he had to fill that hole too. He wanted to feel how tight it would clench around his cock and how pretty it would look stretched around it. “Keep your ass open.” San grabbed the professor’s hands and put them on his ass to make him get the message and, as expected, Hongjoong obeyed. “Such a good little slut.”
Hongjoong was truly a vision. A vision that was making San lose his goddamn mind: Hongjoong’s legs were partially dangling since he could reach the floor only with the tips of his shoes and San pushed his hips even further so he couldn’t reach the floor at all. If the older’s ears didn’t betray him, Hongjoong could swear he heard him whisper “cute..”, making the professor smile shily, thankfully he was facing away from him. But on said legs there were traces of what happened just a few moments earlier with a mixture of San’s cum and Hongjoong’s slick all over the older’s thighs and dripping on the floor. Hongjoong was still shaking a little, but he tried to stay in the position San put him in, without even knowing what would happen next.
A click of something opening made Hongjoong’s heart skip a beat but San’s hands rubbed comforting circles on his lower back. “It’s just lube, relax professor..” The taller poured a generous amount on his own hand and smirked. “You were so wet earlier I didn’t even have to use it..” And that made Hongjoong flush a darker shade of red.
Just when he was least expecting it, Hongjoong felt the cold lube being poured on his ass and he squeaked in embarrassment. “W-what are you doing..?”
“Don’t worry about that baby.” San didn’t waste one more second and he began rubbing over the shorter’s rim with two fingers, making the latter whine and trying to cover himself with his shaky hands.
“N-no- no it’s d-dirty.. please!” He begged, feeling the embarrassment burning him alive, but San didn’t want to hear it and he slapped his hands away, inserting one finger in right after.
Hongjoong moaned, feeling a slight burn which turned quickly into a fresh new wave of pleasure. “O-oh god-“
“Listen here.” In a blur, San was pressing his chest on the professor’s back, his mouth only a few centimeters away from Hongjoong’s hear. “There isn’t one single part of you that I would not lick and mark as mine, so don’t you ever dare saying that you’re dirty.” San’s voice was husky and low, generating goosebumps all over Hongjoong’s body but, as he was talking, the finger pressing into the professor’s tight walls was moving, exploring the new heat.
Hongjoong didn’t know if that was a compliment or something meant with a more negative sense, but it made him smile nonetheless and he nodded once again, succumbing to San’s dominating aura. “I’m s-sorry.. I’m sorry- I won’t s-say it again..”
“Hmh.” As he hummed, San inserted a second finger and Hongjoong moaned louder, gripping the edges of the table with his nails. “F-feels good..”
Once again Hongjoong’s words made San’s ego burst, and he cracked a devilish grin. “I know it does. A cheap whore like you would like anything that fills his slutty holes.”
Hongjoong whined, pouting a little at that affirmation, yet he didn’t say anything to deny it. Maybe he really was a cheap whore. Maybe he really was a perv who desperately needed to be touched. But knowing that it was San doing all of it to him, made it sound great anyway.
At the time San was done stretching his professor’s hole with three fingers he was hard again and he rubbed the head of his cock on the gaping pucker. “Wanna feel my cum dripping down your ass too, huh?”
Hongjoong couldn’t help but moan and nod desperately, pushing his ass towards the younger. “P-please Sannie.. need it so b-bad..”
Both of them moaned when San pushed his cock inside, and the vision of Hongjoong’s hole stretching beautifully to accommodate it inside made the younger’s groan as a rush of pleasure hit him right there. “Fuck.. You look so good with a cock up your ass professor.”
Hongjoong whimpered, trying to calm his heavy breathing. It was a strange feeling, maybe because it was something out of the ordinary, but fucking with one of his students was out of the ordinary too so he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to enjoy the moment.
San poured more lube where they were connected and rubbed it on the stretched rim before he began thrusting. He was less harsh than before, he knew his poor professor never did it that way and he was no monster. The thrusts were slow yet deadly precise, hitting all the points that made Hongjoong moan like crazy. “Y-you can.. go f-faster if.. if you want..”
Well, that was all he needed. San’s hips were pistoning his ass like they were made for it and Hongjoong couldn’t do anything else than moan and spread his legs more for the younger.
“Fucking slut, opening yourself even more to be fucked. Aren’t you ashamed?” San licked his spine, leaving bites all over Hongjoong’s shoulders and neck while his hand cupped the abused pussy. “Next time I’ll make you bounce on it until your legs give up.” As he was fucking his ass, San also pushed three fingers inside the older’s cunt, fucking him open once again while his thumb never left his clit.
Hongjoong went cross eyed while tears began wetting his face. Everything felt so damn good and he couldn’t stop himself from crying. His tongue lolled out as he panted like a dog, feeling his whole body being immersed in pleasure.
Without even realizing, he came, clenching on San’s cock and fingers as he squirted all over the table and floor. His body slumped on the table, exhausted by the energy that the orgasm drained from him but San kept thrusting in his oversensitive hole, making him moan once again. “T-too much Sannie- please.. t-too much!”
“Just a little more, I know you can take it.” And indeed Hongjoong discovered he could, he kept whimpering at every thrust until he felt the familiar sensation of cum being pumped inside of him. “There you go.. Filled to the brim as you wished.”
Hongjoong just stood there, legs dangling from the table, cheek pressed against his papers and covered in sweat, cum and slick. “F-fuck..”
When San pulled out, the older moaned, trying to clench and avoid dripping even more.
“Look at you.. so desperate to keep my cum inside of your gaping holes..” San smirked and spread his cheeks once again, blowing cool air on his hole, making Hongjoong whine. “Turn for me baby, let me see your cunt.”
With slow movements Hongjoong obeyed and planted his feet on the table, where he was sitting, showing off like a good boy.
San licked his lips and spread his professor’s pussy with his thumbs to observe it. A pretty pussy indeed, but now that it was filled with his own cum it was even prettier. The younger began giving soft slaps on it, only making Hongjoong wince because how sensitive it was down there after all they did.
Satisfied, San got up while licking his fingers clean while Hongjoong was looking at him
with his big brown eyes and a cute pout on his plush lips.
“Come on now, let’s get you cleaned.” And like nothing happened, San was back to his normal and kind self, smiling with his pretty dimples while he was cleaning delicately Hongjoong sensitive areas with some tissues before helping him get dressed again.
Hongjoong was very confused and he couldn’t only stare in silence as the other was taking care of him. Obviously he was very thankful, but he couldn’t let the boy go without some real explanations first. “San..? Now that we’re.. d-done.. Can you explain to me what the hell just happened..?”
The younger giggled, grabbing Hongjoong’s waist to help him get off the table. “I thought it was pretty clear..” He even gathered the professor’s things from the table to put them inside his bag. “I have had a little bit of a crush on you since the first day I started this course and I never found the courage to approach you..”
Hongjoong blinked in confusion. A crush? On him? “So you thought this way would work..?”
San smiled, raising his shoulders. “Did it?”
With a huff, the professor pouted, grabbing his bag. “I certainly did not hate it..”
“I know you loved it. Don’t even try to hide it!”
“Okay okay! I liked it, a lot. But just know you’re a damn pervert!” Hongjoong frowned, embarrassed to be caught like that.
“And you really fucking loved it.”
Just like that the two of them finally walked out of the class. Hongjoong was limping a bit, and well, after getting pounded like that, San couldn’t blame him, so he swiftly carried him in his arms, walking in the empty corridors until they were at the parking lot.
“So.. how does a cafe date sound?” San tried, smiling innocently at the older.
“I’m still your professor until the next exam, you know?”
This time San was the one pouting but Hongjoong giggled, giving him a small peck on his pursed lips. “But I guess it will be okay after that..”
In just a second the taller’s face changed completely and he was grabbing Hongjoong’s cheeks to pull him for another kiss, which the older kindly accepted and reciprocated.
“Okay, then the afternoon after the exam I’ll take you out on a date. Keep your schedule free!”
Hongjoong playfully rolled his eyes, but he laughed softly at the younger’s eagerness. “Alright loverboy, but don’t get too ahead of yourself. You will need to pass that exam.” Yet both of them knew that San would have no problems doing that.
“But until then, will you keep me waiting?” San tilted his head to the side, almost like a hurt puppy.
“I guess that we could have some.. private lessons until then.”
The younger understood the message immediately and he smirked, pulling Hongjoong’s closer with his two hands planted right on his ass, groping the soft flesh. “I can’t wait.”
Hongjoong gulped, feeling blush creeping on his cheeks again. “Y-you know where to find me..”
“I do.” His voice was lower, and the shorter shivered. “Tomorrow I want you to wear something special for me, I want to try out those private lessons.”
Hongjoong nodded. “O-okay..”
“Good boy. Now go home and rest, I want you to be full of energy tomorrow.” With one slap on his ass and a kiss on his forehead San greeted the professor, waving him goodbye while walking back to his own car.
And Hongjoong.. Well, once he was home he melted on his couch while fingering himself at the thought of what would happen the following day.
The end.