Chapter 6- oh no!
Hello, ive got a bit of drama (dan dan daaaaaaaan ;) ) in this chapter for you, I hope you like it :D also warning: lemonade.
I do not own professor Layton (sadly, that would be cool if I did)
Oh the passion! Oh the intensity! It was pleasure that had even outdone even the night before… it was unbelievable that Clive could have surpassed his previous abilities in bed.
Clive was nibbling on Hershel's nipple whilst he massaged his length, which was very hard, in return he received the moans of pleasure from the professor. Hershel just couldn't stifle them, the noise was not intentional, it just burst through his throat like an explosion!
As he felt himself getting closer, Hershel instructed Clive to move his hand faster. Clive obeyed, Hershel was beginning to shake, his back arched and he convulsed as the waves of pleasure coursed through him, after one final tug, it was too much to hold in, Hershel let out a moan as he released into Clive's hand, he felt his seed leave him, and he relaxed. Clive licked his fingers clean.
Clive needed a bit of loving now, and Hershel was going to oblige. Hershel made Clive sit on the end of the bed, he bent down and licked the end of Clive's cock, causing Clive to shiver. Then he got it in his mouth, he played with the tip with his tongue before moving his head, backwards and forwards, Clive's hips gyrated back towards Hershel in response. Before long, Clive came, Hershel licked him clean.
Clive then got up, turned Hershel around, and entered his backside, starting slowly, he picked up speed before he was pumping as hard and fast as he could. Both men were moaning in pleasure.
"professor? " , there was a voice that was neither Hershel or Clive's. the door opened and the two men froze.
"Luke…" , was all Hershel could utter. Luke's mouth turned into the shape of an 'O' as he stood at the door, staring at the professor, who was naked, and Clive, who's willy seemed to be in the professors bottom. He began to back out of the door, afraid of what he had just seen. Once he was out of the door he ran to his bedroom and slammed the door. He lay on his bed, feeling rather sick.
"Luke!" , the professor's voice ran through the corridor. Luke heard footsteps, and then the professor came into his room, wearing a night gown.
"Luke my boy, i…" , Hershel was truly lost for words. What could he say to make this better? What could he do to make the experience less traumatic for the poor boy? Nothing. Luke turned around so he was facing away from the professor, who took the hint, and left the room, dejected, embarrassed and feeling guilty.
Hershel went back to his room, where Clive was sitting on the bed.
"is he okay?" , Clive asked his lover. Hershel just shook his head. "what are you going to do? " , Clive asked.
"I do not know." , Hershel whispered. "but we will have to keep off of each other for a while, we cannot be over affectionate towards each other for some time." , Hershel decided.
"oh" , was all Clive could say. Without another word, both men laid down in bed and went into fitful sleep…
oh no! whats gonna happen? :O ;) hope you liked it
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