A/N:

I'm not sure whether I should continue this. It can stand alone on its own.

What do you readers think? Drop some thoughts for me to hear?


Alvin grips Jude's length and starts out with a slow rhythm, a lazy smile splayed on his lips. He watches as the golden-eyed boy writhes on the sheets, peony pink dusting his cheeks, lips parted and gasping heavily for air, so desperately digging his fingers into the pillow and letting out such indecent moans. There's no one else renting the entirety of the floor anyway so Jude's allowed to be as loud as he wants, and it's a fact that Alvin always drills into the boy's head whenever they're together like this. He quirks his hand some other way, making Jude's breath hitch in his throat, and the kid squeaks out something between his erratic rasps and gulping tears, probably something like 'p-please stop' , but Alvin's not the guy who'll stop when he's having fun seeing how Jude's face shift from one expression to another.

There's sticky cum everywhere and the strong scent of sex lingers in the air, so suffocatingly hot and overwhelming, heady, but it's stuffs like this that turns Alvin on to hell and back, especially when there's this erotically dishonoured student whose hips are jerking in time with his hand.

"Come on, Jude," he goads, cupping his chin and giving a lopsided smile to the pleasured-beyond-return kid. "Ask for something from me?"

Jude squeezes his eyes shut, adam's apple bobbing as he gulps, and low whines escapes his lips before Alvin could even grasp a decent response from him; "I-I don't want anything… a-at all—!"

Just as a bit of a punishment at the answer he doesn't like to hear, Alvin deliberately slows his hand to such a painfully sluggish speed with a tight grip and smirks at how Jude jerks up impulsively on the bed, eyes wide and broken string of moans following by. He tosses his head from side to side, matted locks of inky black hair plastered to his cheeks, and bites the pillowcase even as the keening whines refused to stop, much to Alvin's delight. "But I like it when you're all clingy and demanding," he teases knowingly, just leaning slightly forward to lick a drop of sweat that trickles down Jude's temple before returning to his position. "Remember that time you begged me to pay your tuition fees? You know how I got it done in a day, right? Ask for anything you want, I'll give it to you."

The boy shudders, spine arching, so pale and so beautiful underneath all of the chandelier lights switched on for their glamorous fuck session, and Alvin feels so much like a tyrant when he stills his hand and doesn't let Jude fall over the edge.

As long as Jude doesn't say what he wants, he'll never come tonight.

That's how it is every night with Alfred Vint Svent anyway.


~eccedentesiast~

someone who hides their pain behind a smile


Gaius notices that something's so off with Jude until he wasn't even himself anymore. He isn't eloquent with words and doesn't quite know how to describe it, but the boy's been absently sucking on his lower lip as if he's got an oral fixation and his free hand keeps scratching his band-aid neck. Those eyes keep drifting off to stare at random spots on the empty walls like he can read the future through them, with his notes untouched in his hands, and there's always a certain edginess in his posture, waiting, waiting anxiously for something to happen.

Waiting for what, Gaius isn't sure, but he needs to stop it before it gets worse.

He approaches the boy's table and raps his knuckles on it once. The boy jumps in his seat and would've thrown his notes into the air if not for Gaius slamming a hand on the stack to keep them where they are. He stares right into those brilliant eyes, noticing how there're dark circles underneath them, and sighs, shaking his head. "Jude, you're spacing out again."

"S-Sorry professor…" the boy apologizes, lowering his head like a scolded puppy, and it's things like this that makes Gaius feel bad for lecturing Jude because Jude's so much like a dog it's not even funny. "I've just… I didn't get enough sleep last night."

The professor flicks a glance at the notes littered everywhere on the table and tries to sum up his thoughts. "Studying?"

Jude uncharacteristically freezes up. He breaks the eye contact and hastily shuffles through his book, clammy hands grabbing a pen and ludicrously underlining every sentence on the page. "Y-Yeah… I've also been writing up the thesis I'm supposed to pass to you too…"

Strange. Very strange. As one of the lecturers Jude's very close to, he wonders if there's anything troubling the ace student. He doesn't think that it's because of a fight with Leia because the girl's unstable hormones have been very mild lately, and she doesn't look half as guilty as Jude does. So what's bothering this student of his? He slides into a chair, determined to get things sorted out before it can lead to Jude's downfall of being unable to complete his thesis on time, but it brings the opposite reaction instead. It makes the boy ten times faster now, cramming his coloured pens and sticky tabs into a worn out casing, and stuffs his file chock full with the papers into his plaid book bag.

"Where are you going?" Gaius asks, obviously confused with his unpredictable behavior.

Jude leaps to his feet as if someone splashed some acid on him and throws his bag over his shoulder, managing a small glance at his lecturer. There's worry creasing into his eyes now, a look that is unlike anything Gaius has ever seen on the boy before, and Jude tries to smile as he walks away, "I-I just remembered something I have to do at home! Sorry sir, I'll see you again tomorrow!"

He dashes off before Gaius could interrogate him even further and the professor's left behind with questions crowding his mind.

One of them is whether Jude'll attend his class that evening.