Told from Asahi's perspective this time!
I didn't know how it started, maybe with the accidental touch of a hand, or a look shared between us, but we'd started kissing and it was so natural and easy that I had to keep on asking myself if this was still reality. It was soft and slow, the way our mouths moved and our heads tilted, my arm resting on the couch behind his shoulders, fingers curling in the back of his shirt. He was the one to break the kiss first, lightly panting, cheeks aglow with excited delight.
"So this is how you're going to kiss Take-chan," Nishinoya breathed in awe, and I felt my own cheeks start to heat up. "In my wildest dreams, maybe." My legs sprawled a bit further to help alleviate the heat I felt between them, relaxing back into the couch of the second year's room as he wiggled closer, fingers coming up to bluntly touch at my facial hair. "This is a lil' itchy, though. Maybe you should shave before?" He stroked along my chin before sitting up on his knees, initiating another kiss before I could think to stop him. This little bit of attention was nice, even if it wasn't from the guy I dreamed about. Straddling my lap and holding my head in his hands, he kissed affectionately and deep, getting the hang of it before I could, and I was growing dizzy in the sensuous stroke of his smaller tongue against mine, which rolled back against his with a deep grunt. He pulled away again, his hands having migrated to my long, brown hair as he looked down, a little bit of lust glazing over his eyes. "What about me? Can't you like me, like you do Take-sensei?" He asked with a wolfish grin, which startled me, before I could see that he was only teasing.
"No, it can't be you. Not anyone else." Even this felt like betrayal, and Nishinoya could read it on my face. "Aww c'mon, 'm just joking. You know Kiyoko-san's the only one for me." He grasped his own shoulders and shivered just from the thought of her, before hopping off my lap. "Things are gonna change, I can feel it! Get pumped!" He slugged my shoulders a few times, and thoughts returned to the one person that could get me heated up impossibly further than Nishinoya could.
We didn't plan the exact time and day I'd come over to watch the movie, and I'd almost thought Takeda-Sensei had forgotten it a week later, until he mentioned it during the latter half of practice when I was lined up for spikes.
"Would you... perhaps like to come over and watch it tonight?" He asked so quietly I'd nearly missed it, letting Tanaka go ahead of me in line as I stepped to the side, fingers pulling at the neckline of my shirt to fan myself off. Sweat and exertion probably wasn't flattering on me, but I didn't see any sign of complaint once I picked up the lower hem of my shirt to wipe my brow, exposing the toned, lower half of my torso. "Tomorrow's Sunday, huh? I wouldn't have to wake up early, so walking home late won't be a big issue."
"O-Oh, you don't have to walk home after." He quickly interjected, his smaller fingers tightening over the clipboard. "Well... you could stay the night. Only if you'd like. I wouldn't want to send my student out late at night... and I could make dinner! Or try, I suppose." I thought this'd been way too good to be true. Takeda was practically begging me to stay the night. If I didn't know how innocent he was, I would've flushed outright. But it was cute how lonely dejection already seemed to encompass him before I could even answer, and I took a step forward, releasing my shirt. "Yeah, I'll let my parents know. Sounds like fun." With a smile I turned back to envelop myself in practice in an effort to calm myself down. I hadn't planned on confessing or even kissing, both of those were impossible. But I would not deny myself the sweetness of his company.
It was a grueling workout to compensate for tomorrow's day off, and by the end of it my footsteps felt heavy, body thrilled and still buzzing with the exhaustion as it set in. Somehow Hinata and Kageyama were still bouncing around the place, bickering and encouraging each others excitement. I was dressing back into my uniform, Sensei had agreed to meet me out front, when Nishinoya nudged my arm, easily whisking off his own gym shirt. "So what's the plan? Watch the movie and quietly go to bed? A nice little slumber party?" He teased, making me frown slightly with a small shrug that seemed to lack confidence for the broad width of my shoulders. "That's enough for me. I don't want to make any trouble for him."
Nishinoya didn't quite agree with it, I could see it on his deep set frown that he would do things differently himself. But I didn't have that unwavering confidence, and I didn't want to know a world without Sensei's friendly warmth, so I killed off hope for anything other than what was appropriate between a teacher and student. I was still excited though, after reading that book I was stoked to see the movie, and when I met Sensei at the front gate he seemed just as excited. I'd texted my parents along the way, listening to him speak about the actors in the film and what other older movies they'd been in, about awards the film had gotten and such.
"Let's see... we could do curry, but I'm not sure if you'd want to weather my cooking." Takeda laughed beside me as we stood there inside Shimada Mart. I gave him a smile, before reaching for the curry mix. "Well, I can make it. I've done it before." My words slowed as I flipped over the packet in my hands, looking down at Takeda's awestruck features with a sheepish grin. "Don't look at me like that, 's not a big deal."
"I just think it's amazing you can cook! Here, let's get some vegetables and meat too!" We went over ingredients, choosing different things to add to our curry. I got to learn what he preferred in his, and he learned that I wasn't picky. He had a basket full of food items, a few beers for him and juice for me, when he stopped around the health aisles. He returned after the short walk with something in the basket I didn't recognize at first, maybe because I was more excited about the movie and distracted by the heat that bloomed across Takeda's cheeks in the most brilliant of reds.
He paid and we were heading to the place he called home, a one bedroom apartment a few blocks from Shimada mart, up a set of stairs and down all the way. He fumbled with his keys before letting us in, letting me know where I could set my duffel bag and backpack, before he was setting things up in the kitchen. I followed him into the kitchen and washed my hands, forgetting again to see what else he'd bought besides food and drink as he unloaded each item. "Then, I'll leave it to you and get the water for the bath drawn." He saw that I was already familiarizing myself with his small kitchen, taking out a pot and working the rice cooker, stepping toward the end of the hall. "I have some clothes for you to borrow, I'll bring them out when it's your turn." My teacher grinned and went to take the bath first, leaving me to prepare dinner. It was easy cutting vegetables, sauteing them in the sauce, adding meat, things like that. I almost felt bad for Sensei, who couldn't even do that much, but it was an endearing trait, one that I wouldn't have minded making up for with my cooking skill alone.
While the aromatic ingredients simmered away, I was looking around the simple apartment, which had a small living room and what was undoubtedly Takeda's room behind a closed door, and then the bathroom that leaked hot steam from underneath the door. The movie was out on the coffee table, I turned it over in my hands and scanned the contents before moving on to the bookshelf, recognizing the few books I'd borrowed from him and others that I'd recommended. I was nose deep in one book when Takeda came out, the flicker of movement from his towel in his hair catching my attention from the corner of my eye. "Bath's all yours. It smells great." He wasn't wearing glasses, his contently warmed, reddened cheeks would've probably steamed up the lenses. Few droplets clung to his chin and slid down his neck, slightly revealed with the regular t-shirt's neckline, and below that a pair of sweats. "I've put a change of pajamas in there for you-they're baggy on me so I assume they'll be fine on you." I nodded and slipped the book back to its place, turning the heat on low and giving him the simple instructions on what to do with the food while I was gone before heading in.
I took time to strip, rinse off underneath the shower head, then soak my thoughts away. I was in Sensei's apartment, sharing his bathwater. Might've been a disgusting thought to others, but to me it meant he and I were linked, the guilty happiness welling up in me so pleasantly bright that I had to snap myself out of my reverie after wasting a good ten minutes soaking. I let the water drain and exited the bath, drying off as thoroughly as possible before I was putting on the clothes provided. He'd given me a long sleeved shirt that fit well, and I could only imagine how baggy it'd be on him. The sweats were a little loose on me, and I wonder where he'd procured clothes so large and why he had them readily available.
I came out quickly with the towel haphazardly thrown on my hair, checking the curry and sighing in relief when it wasn't totally dried out. "I can at least babysit the curry, no need to look so worried." Takeda teased, before eagerly watching me plate the portions of rice and curry onto two plates. I was a little quiet with nerves, but if Takeda noticed he didn't say a thing, carrying on like usual with his ecstatic passion for the movie, as we brought our food and drinks to the coffee table and set up on the couch.
"Sooo good, Asahi-kun!" Takeda blew profusely onto the next bite, so that it hadn't burned his tongue the second time as much as he had the first, since he'd been without proper warning. "I'm glad you like it, Sensei," I laughed, letting my own bite cool before I scooped some in my mouth, chewing as the beginning credits started. My hair was still damp, I hadn't remembered to dry it underneath the towel I still had on, the droplets marking my shoulders. Sensei noticed before I did, setting down his plate to sit closer, his hands reaching for my head. I remained still, how I managed to keep on eating without flinching or freaking out surprised me. He was touching me, or more specifically my hair, moving the towel around gently, rubbing tufts of hair between two ends of the towel. "You'll catch a cold if you don't properly dry, Asahi." He was saying my first name more and more frequently, I felt like I was about to pass out from how sweetly he said it each time. His arms seemed to get tired and he rested more on me as he continued. He did have to sit up on the couch, on his knees just to reach my hair, so his arms and chest rested over my left shoulder as he worked, his front grazing along my arm. "There..." He took the corner of the towel and softly brushed it along my chin, catching the few droplets from my goatee. Even when Nishinoya played with it I didn't feel as on edge as I did now, praying vehemently that I wouldn't spring a boner on him, wondering if I looked as hopelessly embarrassed as I felt. My teacher tossed the towel behind us lazily after sitting back down in his place, having since picked up his glasses and placed them back on. The two of us were back to eating our dinner while watching the movie, though periodically I could see his face shift toward mine during crucial moments in the movie to see my reaction first hand. With that pressure it was a little hard to react naturally, but the movie seemed to immerse me as well as the book had, so I was able for once to take my mind off of Sensei, and drift into the world of the writer.
Twas a new feeling-something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not:
I drifted so much that I almost didn't notice him sitting closer. I almost missed the longing look in his eyes whenever he glanced my way, or how he nervously fiddled with his fingers. What was this? What was he doing? Why had the look on his face changed? What was different now? Takeda's face tilted downward, I could see that from the limited vision in my peripheries, and I felt the warmth of his fingers slip through mine. My heart was pounding like crazy, I found it increasingly difficult to breathe with the tightness in my chest as I tore my gaze slowly from the movie, as if looking any faster would break the spell. Our fingers were laced together, his smaller, clammy fingers tightening as our eyes met.
We saw it in each others eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.
I felt like my expression had to be giving myself away, I couldn't mask the pathetic amount of affection that had me squeezing his hand back. Did he already know what I felt? Was I so obvious about it? He watched me for awhile, almost unsure, until his face inclined near mine and I was brushing my lips down against his.
She felt my lips' impassioned touch-
'Twas the first time I dare so much,
There was a shudder of excitement lost between us and I kissed again, feeling the warmth pulsate in strong bursts from where our lips touched. His warm cheeks felt so soft, his mouth even more so as I took it, so eager to kiss him again and again until he was softly panting my name. "'sahi... wait, this is a good part," My lips brushed against his smooth cheek as he turned his head toward the screen, expecting me to do the same. My heart felt so heavy, I wasn't able to concentrate on the movie anymore, much less look away from his embarrassed, almost puzzled features. The kiss had been perfect, every point of my body was thrilled, unlike the time I'd kissed Nishinoya previous. It had to be a testament of my feelings for him, from how wildly familiar Takeda's lips felt against mine.
And yet she chid not;
"My darling," I murmured ragged for him and he trembled in response for me, my lips caressing the shell of his ear as I leaned closer, eyes clenched shut as I nuzzled against the side of his face, my thumb tracing up his wrist. He was unable to move that hand, but the other he brought to my shirt and flexed his fingers, letting out something of a mix between a gasp and a whine. I let him grab a handful of my shirt, my palm sliding up his other arm to hold and bring him closer, finding his lips again in a firmer, searing kiss. He didn't smile at the endearment, or shirk from the intensity of my embrace, only giving into it, slowly reclining back onto the long couch. I followed him, hovering over the smaller body and pinning him with a sample of my weight, so that he was reassured of my presence as we kissed, his fingers relaxing their hold on my shirt. I bumped into his glasses a number of times as we kissed but the nuisance was barely felt, my fingers instead rushing through his frayed, curly locks, raking them from his forehead and gently keeping them still. "I...'mm... sorry, Azu... zumane. For being such an i-irresponsible teacher." He whimpered, eyes half lidded behind his glasses, and despite the heat in his face and the desire in his voice, he did look a little miserable, for whatever guilt was laying on his conscious. "You should be sorry," I commented with a look down, finding an innate satisfaction when all I had to do was incline my head a degree or two, and Takeda was eagerly lifting his head to sweep me into another kiss, almost so that I couldn't finish. I teased against his lips, accenting every other word with a firm kiss, "Making me the happiest man alive? Who... do you think you are?" Our lips parted and I tried remembering how Nishinoya used his tongue, kicking myself mentally for thinking of him during this of all things, but when I could feel Takeda's stiffness rub excitedly against my thigh, I must've thanked the libero a million times.
I reached down underneath, lifting myself off of him slightly to slip his shirt up partway, hands rummaging below it as I felt him, his tongue more desperate as it rolled against mine, throaty moans leaking beyond his control. His hands rested at my shoulder, migrating up my neck and through my hair, squeezing my soft tufts of brunette locks when I rolled his nipples under my thumb, squeezing the lack of chest as he kept my face near. I lifted his shirt the rest of the way, tugging urgently for him to raise his arms, his head popping from the neckline as I drew the rest of the shirt from him, placing it above his head. I couldn't help but stare, tracing the slender lines and faint roundness of his abdomen, not overly round, just the perfect smooth build I'd expect from the less athletically inclined man. "Gorgeous," I breathed and he laughed, smoldering each other in a whirlwind of happy kisses.
The giddiness melted into sensuous, needy kisses, both of our breathing shallow as our eyes followed my hand further down, watching it feel for the visible bulge in his sweats. He shivered needily and his body relaxed immediately when I started groping, trying to reach fully around his clothed erection but found it difficult with the material in between. I pulled at both sides of his sweats and tugged them from him, he quickly lifted his hips in kind and dropped his hands to take off his briefs after. "The bag i-in the kitchen, Asahi-kun," He kissed around my face, his flushed cheeks warming mine. I wasn't sure what he was talking about, and it took a lot to lift me from him, but I wobbled up from the couch and reached for an untouched bag, grabbing what I hadn't really placed before.
Lube and condoms.
It didn't strike me dramatically that my teacher had planned for this, I was too thrilled to see that far into it, instead bringing myself back between his legs and onto his mouth. My hair cascaded around his face as my tongue sought refuge in his mouth, which was welcomed with a pleased sound and a buck of his hips against mine. The things scattered onto the couch in my haste to open them, one a condom and the other a bottle released from the package I'd recently torn. He was flustered and beautiful underneath me, completely naked, his length rested taut against his abdomen, looking as eager as the rest of him did to be touched. He bunched up my shirt from the back until he was tugging it over my head, making me pull apart momentarily as he wrestled it off. His eyes meant everything to me, I wanted him to be pleased with what he saw, but I wasn't anything like his aforementioned type of girl. I wasn't small, or cute. I had the body of a man before I could even rightly be called that. "It's really okay, Sensei?" Lovers or not, old habits died hard, I couldn't help but call him by what I usually did. He nodded his assent quickly, fumbling with his little guilt ridden squirm of his lips as he took my wrist and hand forward, flipping the container of lube open with his thumb and squirting some out onto my fingers. A bit dripped onto him below and he wiggled. It was cool against my fingers, but I'd have it warm for him soon enough.
He let the bottle fall to the side and guided my hand in between his legs, both sets of his small fingers wrapped around my larger wrist. I was so mesmerized by how cutely embarrassed and concentrated he was that I nearly missed where he was directing my hand. My slickened fingers were running down his taint, evoking a choked moan out of him before my fingers were feeling the dip in his ass where his tight entrance sat. Looking back up at him in awe he nodded his head quickly, releasing my hand to seek purchase around my neck. I swirled my fingers around the sensitive nerve endings there, kissing him as he shook. He called my name and I started sinking in the first finger, easing it slowly until his ass's resistance gave way to a rhythmically sucking sensation. He was still tight, but the kisses and the hushed praises I gave him were helping him relax. My eyes fell down between us, I watched his little hole swallow my finger and felt an immense pride, as well as an immense pleasure from the notion that I'd be slipping myself in soon.
"Sensei... I know it might be odd to you but-could you possibly-" I was having a hard time asking this, mostly because I interrupted myself each time Takeda's ass automatically tightened around my finger, and each heaven-filled sigh that passed him. His eyes stared on through his glasses, waiting for me to finish with an almost impatient push down onto my finger. My second finger started to prod around his entrance, and he hissed at the sting the slow stretch brought on. "Could you... recite? For me?" I asked timidly, slowly rotating my fingers inside, pulling them apart gently to see how much I could stretch, loving how hard he'd cling onto me each time I was knuckle deep and rubbed whatever met the tip of my fingers inside. He silently held onto my shoulders and I thought he hadn't heard me, or would pretend not to, but he started speaking quietly. I started to move my fingers again. "T-Twas a new feeling... something more... than we had dared to o... own before," I kissed and suckled along his throat, he turned his face toward mine, lips murmuring into my ear, "Which then we hit not; we... Azu... we saw it... it in... nnh each others eye..." The skin of his neck was dotted with small marks, my fingers lazily rubbed inside him until he was arching the slender curve of his back, hurriedly panting out the poem, "And wished, iteveryhalf-breathedsigh, to speak, but did not-mngh~!" A strained voice receded into a hoarse cry, taking the opportunity of his softened, pliant walls to start feeding another finger inside him, his eyes buzzing as they watched mine. "She felt m... ma... my lips' impassioned touch... twas... ow, it stings-" His hands slid up both sides of my neck, holding me at my jawline as he rejected the addition of the third finger. "Takeda-Sensei," I soothed, taking my other hand off the bed and instead found the length of his cock, stroking it idly as he struggled between the faint pleasure and the discomfort the stretch brought. "Twas?" I encouraged him to continue with a kiss to his lips, a frustrated huff leaving him as he thoughtfully squinted his eyes shut, trying to remember his place. "The first ti-time I dared so much, and yet she... hahh~! She chid not... but whispered o'er my burning brow..." His cheeks looked warm enough to melt an iceberg, his hips were rolling in tandem with my fingers and I realized my own hips had been gyrating and swirling in anticipation. My fingers left him and the concentration was lost, his face releasing half in relief and disappointment as he waited for me to tear open the condom and roll it on over my aching cock, after jerking down my sweats and boxers. I took some more of the lube and applied a liberal amount over the condom, feeling stupidly self conscious when he watched me, his eyes remaining a little too long.
"What did she whisper?" I asked him, his attention jerking back up to me. I held myself at the base and fell in between his thighs, supporting myself up with one hand at first. The poor teacher couldn't decide whether to finish the poem, breathe, or brace himself for me. I gave it a little more pressure until the head of my cock burst through, and my eyelids fluttered close. His voice was still close, almost beckoning, but obviously laden with the pain of being taken.
"Oh, do you doubt I love you now?"
I opened my eyes quickly to stare at him, his expression sweetly silly as usual, though somewhat uneasy, still trying to get himself to adjust to my girth the more I press into him. His thighs were as soft as downy around me, his insides even moreso, and incredibly warm, I quickly forgot everything outside this world of him and I. "What?" I asked stupidly, thoughts jumbled as I reiterated each word in my head until it was spinning, and I grounded myself by kissing him slowly, hands grazing down to his hips.
He bashfully tilted his head away, his thighs tightening around my hips. "Sweet... soul! I did not... ahh... don't move, I'll break-" He gasped when I pulled out and rolled my hips back into his, warmth flooding over my body as I used his hips to propel myself in again, letting out sounds I didn't even know I was capable of as I rocked him into the couch. "Sen... sei... Take... daNgh!" His hips were meeting mine, the slow movements of our hips matching as I eased inside again and again, something akin to pleasure filling out on his face, his eyes leaving mine to look between us. "There, Asahi, please," the flushed man's breathing grew heavier and more ragged, I complied for him to rub myself in deep, evoking a deep shudder and twitch of his body. My brown eyes took in everything about this moment, how he pulled me down closer against him and kissed with an unmistakable longing, how his lips formed my name and the frequent moans that became the only coherent source of his approval, besides his affectionately squeezing ass and the lewd movement of his hips. I couldn't reach fully inside him, a quarter of me was left out because of the position, but it was already feeling so good that I could care less. We kissed so much I was sure our lips would be sore by tomorrow, his tongue stroking softly against mine, coaxing strangled sounds of satisfaction as I fucked him, slow and gently, despite the urge to pound him into nothingness.
"T-Touch yourself," I begged, sounding too pleased with the thought to demand it. His fingers slipped from my shoulders wordlessly, his eyes nervously darted from mine as he started pulling on himself, the fingers of his left hand immovable at his sac, the other hand tugging his hardness in quick, determined strokes. Every thrust of mine only enhanced the beautiful expression on his face, his thumb catching each bead of precum to wipe over himself. I didn't think I'd ever see such an impure sight on Takeda-sensei, I'd never allowed myself to think it out of guilt, but now I worshiped it. I quickened the pace of each movement, adding more force behind each buck inside, moans mingling with his inside our connected mouths.
"Asahiii," he whined, clenching almost rhythmically around my cock, bumping his glasses into the bridge of my nose. I aimed each pound of my body against him, trying to strike that sensitive bundle of nerve endings with each slam, holding his hips hard against me as I ground into him, smashing my tip against his sweet spot. "Ahh-hah! MNGH~!" He was so stimulated he couldn't even move his hands and it was almost too much for him, his hands were tight over mine as if to pry them off and keep them on at the same time, squirming wildly beneath my weight. He came quickly with a series of relieved, long moans, drowning out my quiet, heaving breaths as the steady sucking and clenching of his walls ushered me over the edge just as fast. "Ta... shit," I moaned loudly until I was spent in the condom, holding him close enough to confirm just how real he was. His hands were on my shoulder, warm face buried in my neck, cooing the rest of the poem so softly into my ear that my toes were curling.
It took awhile to come down from the mutual high, but we did it slowly, and experimentally, like any first time lovers before. It started with the gradual softening of my cock, to which I pulled out and slipped the rubber off, fumbling as I tied it off. He smiled and watched me awkwardly place it on the table beside us. His need was slick between our chests and I looked down to see myself dirtied with it too, but with a warm look up in the general vicinity of his grin, I didn't care about it. His hands traced over my trapezius, then as far down my back as he could reach, my arms cradling his body, our breathing relaxing some.
"... If... it's not already too obvious about how I feel, I..." God, why was this so hard? I'd just nailed my teacher, how was it even more difficult to tell him that I loved him?
"It's plain, Asahi. You don't have to force yourself." He kissed me for reassurance and I firmed my lips back against his, enjoying the sweet taste of his mouth as I grew comfortable against him. I didn't have to force things, not with how easily things seemed to transpire.
We'd showered sometime after, dressed, ate more curry and rested during the movie. I woke up next to him in his own bed, surrounded by the warmth of morning light, by his smell all around me, his voice whispering a 'Good morning' into my ear. The front of my body fit against his back as he turned toward me, kissing me slowly until his neck hurt and he parted the kiss to turn his back to me, his ass backing up accidentally against my front. "S-Sorry," he apologized, until I pushed myself forward enough times that he was rutting back unapologetic, wiggling his face into the pillow as I humped him from behind, breathing heavily into his ear as I licked his neck. The slow, carefulness from last night was replaced with a sense of urgency, my arms tight around him as he reached behind, touching me through the sweats he'd loaned me. "Take-Sensei," I murmured heavily into his ear, shifting my hands down below his waist, reaching beneath his bottoms to hold him in my grasp. He felt heavy and thick in my hand, he hiccuped a moan and stroked his hands faster, before he floundered on the bed, replacing his hands with his ass over me, his fingers shoving down the waistband of his pants. "Asahi," he called, I quickly got up from the bed for lube, not minding that I was the errand boy in his case.
Slicked up without a condom, because of his urging, I held his hips up off the bed, helping him spread his legs further. His chest was down on the bed, the angle making his shirt ride up to underneath his arms. He held a pillow, briefly looking over his shoulder as I started easing in, inch by inch, the tight heat a little easier to thrust into. At that, with this angle I could get in deeper, much to his surprise as I thrust in to the hilt. "You-can-mngh-go-harder-" Was the staccato of his moans, and before I could even ask him he was already reaching underneath himself, arm moving restlessly as he played with himself. It was all the encouraging I needed to pump him full of my love with little restraint, pounding into his ass with a raw vigor I didn't think such a gentle man deserved, but the loud noises he made would be entirely worth it by the time we finished.
"Water?" He was naked and had his glasses back on, standing over me with a glass of water as I laid on the bed. "Yeah, thanks." My voice was a little hoarse and the water helped wet the dryness. He smiled sweetly as I drank, noticeably slow as he came to sit beside me. "You're not... tired? Doesn't hurt?" I asked him, the older man shrugging indifferently. "A little, but... you've been extremely gentle." I blushed, after all that I was still a highschooler, and nervous around my crush, and self conscious about how I performed as a lover. "I'm just... so happy. But even that's not the right way to describe it." I sat up, feeling a little sluggish, grateful that I didn't have practice until tomorrow. I set the drink down and traced my fingers over the lines of his body, earning a quiet chuckle out of him. "I'm glad you're happy. As teachers, we try to make that a reality for our students."
My eyes glinted with mischief. "But you wouldn't go to these lengths for just any student, would you?"
He blushed, and I ended yet another happy moment with a laugh.
The poem I've used is Thomas Moore's Did Not. If it kind of ruined the flow, putting that poem in there, let me know and I'll make sure to never do something like that again hahaha.
T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
