You wait for what feels an eternity but you know it's been more like ten minutes. But that still has you worried. What could possibly be taking that long to get from his car? He does though. He comes back. And when he does at last, he pins you to the bed and presses a deep, almost desperate kiss to your lips.

You lean into it it, though. How can you not? The sweetness of his lips is drawing you in. Like a hummingbird to flowers. And it's only now that you realize how much you want to devour him. To take him for your own. You wish that he would let you. That you could keep it to yourself. But in your heart you know that this is just a fling for him. He's young and beautiful. And you aren't. Not anymore.

But his hands move against your still bare skin and you can't help but to have just a glimmer of hope. You move your arms to wrap around him and he just moves his lips away from yours, kissing at your jaw and neck again. And that's when you realize that he's just holding you. Nothing else. It's strange after thinking about just how much you want to fuck him, but he squeezing you tightly as he can.

"Sionn?" You rub at his back, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt under your fingertips. "What's wrong?"

"Sorry. My ex called."

"Oh." You pause, unsure of what to say, but knowing that you need to fill this void. "What did she want?"

He squeezes. "Nothing. She's just hard to talk to."

You sigh and pull him back with you onto the bed, settling onto your side. "Just sleep a little next to me, Si. Calm down."

"No. I mean, yeah I'll calm down. But she just leaves me in this fucking mood." You sigh and start to doubt that this man is twenty-eight. But before you can say anything he's moved and is kissing you again. "Help me forget. Just for a little."

You let out a soft sound and don't even debate about his request. "Of course."

He doesn't take long to amble off of you again, stripping himself and grabbing the bag that he'd grabbed from his car. He throws it on the bed next to you and rests his hands on your shoulders. "Lay back." His voice, which had been so soft, takes on an edge. It's so strange to hear it. If you have to put a word to it you'd have to describe it as electronic. It's like, somehow, he's controlling you just with his voice. And you love it.

You move back, barely thinking about your actions, and he's moving towards you. He's so lithe and lean that it almost makes him look like a predatory cat. He kisses your knee and crawls even further and grabs his bag, pulling out a bottle of lube. You smirk at him. "You had to go out to your car to get lube?"

He snorts and shakes his head. "Not just lube. Honey-flavored lube." He winks at you as he rubs you through your pants before undoing the button and pulling them down, doing the same with your boxer-briefs. He hums when he sees you completely stripped. "You look a little more excited than last night." He trails his finger from your navel to your base, causing you to let out a soft sound.

With a chuckle, he opens the bottle in his left hand and pours some into his right. He sets the bottle down and slowly runs his hand up your shaft. The sensation isn't as overwhelming as last night, but you still can't help the whimpers and groans coming out of you. It doesn't take long for him to take his hand from you and replace it with his mouth.

Though it isn't overwhelmingly hot like it was last night, you're still left moaning as he works his lips and tongue against you. You stare down at him and meet his eyes, still covered by his rectangular glasses. Despite them, his gaze is even more intense than it was last night. You can hear him making soft, pleased noises around your tip as he moves. But you put your hand in his hair and give him a look. "Stop."

He pulls off with a pop and stares up at you, lips already swollen and red. "What?"

"Let me." You sit up, cock wanting more attention, but you know that you should give him attention. "I want to."

He shakes his head and pushes you back down. "No. I'm going to suck you off and them I'm going to fuck you." His voice still feels like there's a power to it. Like his words are all you need to come over the edge or to even to let someone else just take control of you.

With a soft sound, you realize that that's what he's going to do. "Okay." Your voice hitches as he moves back down, lips and tongue moving against you roughly as he traces shapes down your shaft.

He licks and sucks until he's reached your tip again and takes it into his mouth. He moves expertly and you feel like taking him home and even calling again has put you in over your head. But there's no going back now as you feel him humming around you. With a low moan, your back arches, but his slender hands are on your hips, holding you down. You know, logically, that his strength isn't nearly enough to hold you down. You're a big man. But he keeps you down and the feeling is purely exhilarating.

He moves with grace and poise, even with a cock in his mouth. His right hand, still with a fine layer of lubricant on it, moves from your hip to your base, stroking it before he moves lower and rubs at your testes. The touch makes you keen and you can feel the chuckle coming from him as his hand moves lower. He moves along and soon his finger is tracing at...

"What the fuck are you doing?" You raise your head and speak through a panting voice.

He pulls off of you slowly and with a loud pop. "What does it look like?" He smirks and you can feel a dark flush spreading across your cheeks. You've never had anything like this done to you, but you do know what he's doing.

"I'm not a bottom, Sionn." You swallow and squirm a little as his hand doesn't move away from you.

"Oh? Have you ever tried?"

You sigh and sink back a little. "No."

He presses a little harder, not quite pushing past the opening, but hard enough to make grunt at the pressure. "Why not try something new?" He grins, flashing you the most devilish grin you could ever imagine. "If you don't like it then you never have to do it again."

You swallow back the pain while you think, but finally you nod. "Fine. Have it your way." With a huff you tilt your head to the side. "If I tell you to stop though, you'd better fuckin' stop."

He chuckles as he leans back down, pressing a kiss to your tip. "Of course, OR. Of course. Just relax."

You suck in a breath at the kiss, but you're sill feeling snarky. "What do you want me to do? Relax and just cough?" You smirk at him.

He rolls his eyes and picks up the bottle of lube. "You're a special kind of asshole, you know that? No. Just fucking relax. It's sex not a fucking prostate exam." He snorts and just shakes his head. You're glad that you entertained him, even for a little.

You feel the pressure leave and just watch him as he puts more lube onto his hand. It occurs to you that he probably knows what he's doing. He's obviously done this before. Then again so have you. Just never with a man. And you've never been the one to be entered. But once the bottle of lube is set down you take a deep breath as he touches you, trying to relax.

His finger traces your for a little while and, despite the pressure, you eventually relax. It's painful when he presses in, but only at first. It becomes more uncomfortable than anything else as he keeps going. But you even get used to that as he whispers reassurances to you.

You feel broken and dirty letting him do this somehow, but at the same time it all feels so right. Just as you think this though, he presses in another finger and you hiss as he does. It stretches and burns and you aren't entirely sure how some men do this. But you're strong enough for this so you just breathe deeply and relax. That's the key to this, right? Relaxing? But soon you forget about relaxing as his long fingers move in deeper.

He rubs against a spot inside you and something flashes through your head telling you that it's your prostate. And it feels like nothing you've ever felt, causing you to let out a soft moan. But he moves his fingers away and even with as short a time as he'd been there you sigh at the loss. It isn't long before his fingers rock back in and then out again and you realize that he's trying to get you to moan again. He wants you to be putty in his agile hands and you are so much more than willing to comply at this point.

As you get used to the stretch and pull around his fingers, he kisses at your thigh and you can see him whispering to you, though you aren't sure if he's still saying anything. All that you can really hear are your own moans and the throbbing of your heart.

But when you feel him inserting another finger, you realize that he was telling you to relax again. As you hiss, he moves into you again and you can see the look of concentration on his face. He's searching for your prostate again and he finds it. It seems like this time he knows what he's doing with his fingers as they spread inside of you, stretching you even more.

After a few minutes, though, you lose all sensation from him as he pulls his fingers out. He wipes his hand on your thigh and you can't help to be more than a little disgusted at the action, but you're more disappointed than anything. "Feeling a little unloved, OR?"

You jump a little at his voice as he watches you. "What?"

He stands up and throws his glasses back on your bedside table before pulling a foil packet out of his bag and opening it to slide a deep purple condom onto his length. "You just look like you're feeling empty is all." He opens the lube again, rubbing it onto his latex-coated cock. "You'll be fulling full again soon, OR. Don't worry." He gets back on the bed and positions himself between your legs as he drapes one over his shoulder.

You let out a shaky breath as you watch him position himself and then you feel it. It's tight. A burning pressure inside of you, and you just want to scream.

So you do.

You let out a loud scream, but you're amazed at your own voice. It's low as per usual, but the sound is not what you'd expected. More pleasure than agony and that seems to spur Sionn to press in further.

The pressure is so much for you, even though he moves slowly and presses kisses to your knee and thigh, You almost want him to just shove forward and to get it over with. But you want to enjoy this stretch and pull on your muscles.

You tilt your head back and debate for a split second about pressing into him, but that's when he moves forward. Not much, just a fraction of an inch. But it's just enough to hit your prostate again and this time you can hear yourself mewling. You lose your thoughts as he moves more and then thrusts even harder.

It isn't long before your world is spinning and you can feel pleasure coursing through your system. You can feel yourself clenching and it makes him let out a moan of his own and that has you realizing that he still hasn't gotten to finish.

That's why he came here today, wasn't it? To finish? But here he is, thrusting into you with more fervor than you'd anticipated and you have this feeling that he isn't going to finish.

You think back to everything that you've experienced on the other end of this. Or at least you try. You're finding it rather difficult with a moan slipping from your throat with every thrust, but you start to move against him and try to meet your hips. You rotate and the heat between the two of you in beginning to grow even more. You're finding yourself a whimpering mess but you try to clench when you can and, much to your chagrin, you can feel yourself on the edge.

With a cry of his name, you come white and hot over his chest and your stomach, but that doesn't stop him from moving despite your now over-sensitive ass.

He chuckles at you as you lay, still making soft, pathetic noises. "You didn't let me finish, OR. That's fucking rude."

You whimper as he pulls out, leaving you feeling too hot and too empty and lonely. You motion for him to lay on you and he does. With a groan you pull him into a tight embrace and nuzzle into his shoulder. "Sorry."

He snorts and kisses the side of your head. "You're a pretty fucking pathetic guy, OR. How's a guy like you have a body like yours?"

You grumble to yourself before talking to him. "Hard work an' determination."

He hums and wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back. "Yeah, yeah big guy." He presses another kiss to the side of your head and you're suddenly very self conscious that he's kissing right where your grey has been coming in lately.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

You sigh, feeling yourself pouting. "Don't kiss by my grey hair. It makes me feel old."

He snorts. "Yeah, well fuck that. It makes you look even hotter."

You let go of him and pull his arms off of you before rolling away to the edge of the bed, resting your feet on the ground. "It makes me look old an' you know it. You need to go."

"Go?" You feel the bed shift and feel his head in your lap. "I came here to finish, Orphanos you can at least let me do that." He smiles up at you playfully.

You feel disgusted with yourself. Isn't it obvious? He's so much younger than he'd told you. Twenty-eight? No. He has to be younger than that. He's too pretty. Too boyish. "I told you to go."

He sits up and stares you down. "What the fuck is wrong. You were all gung-ho to fuck and now you're acting like I killed your dog." He furrows his brow and you just want to push him away and pull him towards you at the same time.

"You're just a kid. Get out of here."

He sighs and rolls away from you, pulling his jeans off the ground. Before you can ask what he's doing, he pulls his wallet out and tosses it at you. "Check it." You go to protest but he shakes his head. "Check it."

You sigh and open it up, looking at his license. His birthday was only a few months ago and he is, in fact, twenty-eight. "So you're telling the truth about your age."

"Yeah. And I'm telling the truth about really wanting to get off, too. So... If you don't mind?" He grins at you, almost expectantly and you just roll your eyes at him.

"Fine." You stretch, knowing that you won't be able to do much, but feeling like you can at least get him off. "Lay back."

He moves and lays back on your pillows with a smug look on his face as you settle between his legs. You lean in and, inexpertly, kiss at the base of his cock. You've seen this in real life. You've had this done to you many times and now you finally get to try your hand at it.

The purple condom is still on him and you realize with a cringe that it's been inside of you. With a disgruntled face you pull it off, glad that you'd at least through about it, and kiss his base again before working your way up. Never in your life have you been so glad that your mouth is, as your father once put it, big as a large mouth bass's. And with that in mind, you take his tip into your mouth and set your face determinedly as you watch him.

Giving it an experimental suck, for the first time you see him shudder and it reassures you that, yes, you're doing something right. So you lap at him with your tongue as you take more of him into your mouth. You can't take much, only a few inches, but it seems to be enough for him. He's so vocal, so much more vocal than you were. But everything that he says is complete nonsense. In a strange way it makes him endearing.

Or at least as endearing as someone can be with their cock in your mouth. But you chuckle as you pull your lips off and lick and suck down the side of his shaft, trying to give him more sensation. You can see him tensing as you do and, as you take his tip back into your mouth and start to bob your head and hand in time, he begins to twitch. His legs spasm and his shouts become louder, more animalistic, before he comes in your mouth without warning.

You gag on it, but you keep your mouth in place, trying to milk him like he'd milked you last night. You swallow what you can and pull off. The two of you keep your eyes locked on each other and you crawl up to him, pressing a deep kiss to his lips. He leans into you and pulls you down to lay beside him.

You aren't sure how much time passes with long, sinewy arms wrapped around you, but when you look up, it's dark outside and you're both tired. You pull him to you tightly and just cling. "Stay with me this time?"

He hums and holds you. "Of course."

Neither of you say anything more before you drift to a calm sleep.

When you wake, you still have the taste of come on your lips and you still have long limbs tangled with yours. You lay there, not wanting to move, until he wakes up, rubbing his eyes. With a smile and a soft kiss to your lips, he gets out of your bed and starts to dress himself.

You sit up and watch him. "You're leaving?"

He looks back at you. "I have to get my boys."

"Oh." You look down, unwilling to admit how disappointed you are by that. "Will I see you again?"

He smirks. "Oh you will, Orphanos." He pulls his shirt over his head. "I think you'll actually be coming to see me on Wednesday."

You furrow your brow, trying to think when you'd agreed to anything. "Do we... Have a date?"

"In a sense." He chuckles as he picks up his glasses. "Parent-teacher's conference. Wednesday at five."

"What?" You're completely blind-sided and you half hope that he's joking.

"I'm Cronus's tech teacher." He adjusts his glasses. "Sionn Captor."

"You're Mr. Captor?"

"In the flesh. Hope to see you there on Wednesday." He moves over and kisses you again. "But I need to go get my boys."

You swallow. "Wednesday."

"See you then, hot stuff." He ruffles your hair and gathers his things before leaving you.

A few minutes pass while you think about everything that just happened.

You'd slept with one of your sons' teachers.

You have a feeling that the rest of the year might be awkward if you tell him that. But at least you've met someone that can at least see a close future with you.

You get out of bed and go into the bath, starting the water to take a shower.

Eleven years... You sigh and realize that this is the first time in all those years that you've even wanted someone. The first time you've touched or been touched.

With your mind clear you step into the shower and let the warm spray wash over you. This is what you needed. And you hope that, sometime soon, you can see him again.

Even if it is behind a desk while the two of you chastise your eldest.