"Does anyone have any questions? Your test is on Monday, and if you got lower than a 75 on the quiz then come see me and have a good weekend!"
They students filtered out of the hall, most whispering to each other, gossiping about the parties they would going to and the friends they would see. The Professor looked up, smiling at the sight of the last student, Elio, still in the room. His head was down, his test in front of him on his desk. The Professor smiled to himself and walked to the door, locking it and covering the window with a piece of paper for a school event.
His voice bellowed through the room, "Come here Elio."
Elio flinched, knowing he had disappointed the professor, knowing he would punished. He pushed back his chair, legs scraping against the tiled floor, and stood. He walked slow, dragging his feet, until it he stood in front of the larger man. He handed him the paper, waiting. When nothing happened , he looked up.
"Professor-"
The larger man's hand shot out, gripping the boys plump cheeks in his large hand. His grip wasn't painful, but enough of a warning to Elio to not speak unless spoken to.
"Have you forgotten what I want to be called? One weekend without me and you already forget the rules." Elio nodded as best as he could with his face still in his hands, a saddened look in his eyes..
"I'm sorry Oliver."His voice came out quiet and sounded mushed, Oliver still having not let go of his cheeks.
"That's better sweetie." Oliver bent down, kissing Elio's forehead, releasing his cheeks. He sighed as he took the test from him, looking at the red 64 at the top of the paper. He shook his head, laying it flat on the desk.
"Bend over." Elio's eyes widened as he heard Oliver's words. He knelt over Oliver's desk, cheek plastered against the smooth wood. Oliver stood behind him, rubbing his hand over the boys jean covered ass. He loved when Elio were these jeans, they were equivalent to mom jeans, he pulled them up over his hips with every step, trying to prevent them from falling. He took one hand and gripped the back of the jeans, sliding them down his small supple hips, loving the sight of the pale bare ass in font of him. He gripped both cheeks, squeezing them in his large hands. He loved the gasp that emitted from Elio.
"Tell me what you did, why you're being punished." He heard Elio sniffle.
"I didn't study for my test and I disappointed you."
"Good job Elio. You get five for not studying and ten for disappointing me."
He stepped back from Elio and caressed his right ass cheek, promptly moving his hand away, only to smack the cheek, loving the way it jiggled. He continued this rhythm, caress then smack, giving Elio fifteen smacks in total. He felt Elio flinch every time, but still continued, knowing Elio needed this as much as he did. He did the last smack and immediately lifted Elio up, holding the boy in his arms and whispering sweet nothings. He held him for a few moments, rubbing Elio's back.
"Do you feel better?" He felt Elio nod into his chest, loving the dark curls rubbing under his chin. Oliver didn't like punishing Elio, hating the tears that threatened to fall as they glistened on the waterline of his eyes. He liked when he smiled, skin next to his eye crinkling, pearly white teeth revealing themselves from his pink lips, he preferred that Elio to the one that needed a punishment.
He pulled himself away from Elio, hand snaking between them to lift the younger boys chin. He helped Elio pick up his jeans and lid them back up. He leant down, kissing the smooth skin of his forehead, his wet lips moisturizing the bare flesh. He felt the intake of breath in Elio's chest and smiled.
"You okay?" He looked into Elio's eyes as he asked, searching for a sign of weakness.
Elio nodded his head, a small smile on his lips. "Me Okay."
"Professor! Are you still there? I have a question about the study guide!" Elio jumped at the sound of Marzia's voice outside the classroom, looking to Oliver with wide eyes, though the smirk he saw on Oliver's face made his eyebrows raise.
"Get under the desk and don't make a sound." Elio's eyes shot to the desk, then back to Oliver. He moved over to the desk, then to the opening that held the chair that Oliver never really used. He pulled the chair out and squished his body under the desk, his head looking at the wall behind the large ornate structure.
"Come in!" Oliver walked to his desk and plopped in his chair, sliding forwards, knees sliding Elio into the desk even more. Marzia walked in, loose dark brown curls cascading own her shoulders. She was clad in a yellow tank with jean overalls, feet covered in comfy looking van. She looked positively adorable, full of sunshine and daisies.
Oliver hated Marzia.
She was best friends with Elio, his Elio, and she had lusted after his Elio for too long. Only an idiot, or Elio himself, would not see the way she looks at him. It took all his strength to not yell at her when he was teaching, she would whisper and giggle at Elio when he was giving important lectures. But he was still a Professor above all else, so he would help her.
"What can I do for you Marzia?" His smile grow wider when he felt Elio rest his head on his thigh. His hand sneaked under the desk, crushing the fluffy curls in his palms.
"Hey Professor, I was just wondering if you had an extra study guide, Elio lost his and probably forgot to ask you for another one." Oliver's smile grew tight and his hand drifted to the zipper of his pants. He slowly zipped it down, letting his cock flop out and almost hit Elio in the face. His hand gripped his cock and he touched what he thought was Elio's lips, smiling when a warm mouth engulfed the cock head. He let go of his cock to grip Elio's curls, forcing his head to take him deeper.
"That's very nice of you Marzia. You're such a good friend to Elio," He pushed Elio down till he could feel the back of his throat, " Because that's all you two are right? Friends?"
Marzia gave him an uncertain smile, a crease at her eyebrows, "Just friends for now Professor. If you could send him the study guide I'd appreciate it, I need to run to my next class. See you Monday!" She turned and left, just missing Oliver throwing her an angry look.
The door closed behind her and Oliver stood, hard cock hanging out of the fly in his pants, not righting himself as he walked to lock the door. Elio slowly got out from under the desk, saliva coating his check and around his mouth. He padded over to Oliver and hugged his back.
"Will you always be mine Elio? Or will I loose you to pretty girls in vibrant tops?" He turned in Elio's arms, gazing into the younger man's mesmerizing eyes.
"I'd die before I left you Oliver. You know that." They kissed, more passion than possession.
"Take off the rest of the day, come back with me." Elio opened his mouth to dispute, but knew look in Oliver's eyes stopped any complaint. He nodded and Oliver smiled.
Moans and the slap of skin on skin echoed through the bedroom.
It had started in the kitchen, Oliver chasing Elio's lips as the he tried to cook, Elio ending up bent over the granite counter with Oliver behind him, sweat dripping down his forehead as he pounded into the smaller boy, having the looked of desperation and hunger in his eyes. Oliver had told him not to cum but he had, shooting his cum down onto the hard floors, Oliver in turn flooding his hole with his pearly seed.
Oliver had carried Elio to the bedroom, another punishment already at the front of his mind. Oliver had tied Elio to the bed, ropes holding his arms to the headboard and a blindfold over his eyes.
"You're mine Elio, and you've been bad." His voice turned into a growl as he bit at Elio's collarbone, loving the arch of the skinny chest he felt pressed against his own. His head moved back, licking at the dark purple marks over that delicious protruding bone. He kissed his way to Elio's nipples, rubbing each one between his thumb and forefinger till they were bright red. Moving downwards, he nipped at bare skin and kissed his ribs, and he smiled at the squeal when his tongue dipped into his belly button.
He complete bypassed Elio's aching cock, instead stuffing his face in Elio's hole, licking his own seed that he had previously shot in. He moved away fairly quickly, lifting Elio's legs over his shoulders and sliding his cock in, a moan leaving his lips as he was engulfed in the warm heat once more.
He held himself balls deep, twisting his hips and smirking at Elio's broken cries. His body bent forward, face over his younger lovers.
"What if I were to stop, leave you like this? A desperate whore, needy for my cock. I can give you everything you need Elio," His hips somehow drove him deeper, "I'm all you need." He ripped off Elio's blindfold, wanting to look into his eyes. Elio looked at Oliver's teary eyed face, and smiled, tears in his own eyes.
"You'll kill me if you stop." He surged forward as much as he could, his wet bitten lips fighting against Oliver dry ones. He could've pounded into the boy, show him how much he owned him and wanted him, but instead Oliver slowly moved his hips back and forth, holding Elio's gaze. They came together, Oliver swallowing Elio's moans, wishing he could hear them forever.
They basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Oliver rubbing Elio's cheek.
"You know I love you right? Probably more than you love me…"
Oliver scoffed.
"Loving you as much as I do is impossible, you hold my heart Elio. You always will." Elio smiled and kissed him lips moving as one.
"Though I do wish you would study for your tests more."
Elio laughed and sat up, grabbing a pillow and hitting Oliver in the chest, love and mirth shining in their eyes as they held each other's gaze.
