Day twenty five: scandalous

(also M, as well!)

"Alright, the assignment is on page one hundred and seventeen, you may work in groups until class is over!" Makoto smiled, writing the numbers on the board behind him and watching his class get to work, murmurs filling the room as his students got to work.

He sat down in his seat, pushing his glasses up as he rummaged through a few piles of papers and books on his desk. The novice teacher sighed, as he mentally reminded himself that tomorrow morning he should clean up a bit before class started because it was getting harder to find things and looked at his drawer when he heard a quiet buzz.

"My phone...? What could Haru or Rin want?" Raising an eyebrow, he opened the drawer, seeing the new message light blinking and sure enough, it was from Rin.

And he regretted opening the message, containing a picture, almost immediately.

Our dolphin's a bit kinky today... the message said, green eyes widening at the picture of Haruka naked, on his stomach, arms tied behind his back.

Blushing, Makoto quickly responded.

I'm in class right now, Rin!

Setting his phone back down, he got back to his work, answering questions that his students asked and moments later his phone buzzed again, knowing that it was Rin yet again. This time, the picture made his jaw drop, and he was extremely thankful that a student just walked away from his desk because a quiet whine had escaped from his lips.

It was Haruka, of course, but this time with Rin's length in his mouth and hand tangled in dark hair, bright blue eyes staring at him.

That's a shame, all the means to get home sooner, hmm? I don't want to have all of the fun here...

Rin Matsuoka, I swear when I get home I'll give you more than you ask for! Now stoppit!

Is that a promise, dollface~?

Promise.

Makoto's face was now a bright pink, now refusing to look at his phone for the remainder of class, which was only twenty minutes.

...which was going to be the longest twenty minutes to get through, knowing Rin and Haruka's libido and Rin's constant barrage of pictures.

"Those boys..." Makoto muttered to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and trying to think of anything other than what was going on in their bedroom right now, and how he wished he was there, too. And then the teacher had two things to try to ignore, the imagery of his lovers going at it and the growing buldge in his (thankfully) dark slacks.

He was now set to busy himself, organizing his desk now instead of tomorrow morning, moving his books to one side and papers on the other, smiling slightly when he looked at the picture frame of himself, Haruka and Rin the day of graduation. Makoto tilted it slightly, it now resting peacefully on the end of his desk, near his books.

He heard his phone buzz two more times, ignoring it the best he could with filling his suitcase so that he could leave immediately to get home.

As soon as the bell rang, his cell screen lit up with Rin's name on the caller ID, accompanied by an image of the redhead he took while they were on vacation, standing proudly by the campfire he had made. And he answered, hearing Rin groaning and Haruka attempting to be quiet.

"Get home soon, okay?" Makoto heard Rin say, voice deep, followed by 'now please' from Haruka, which turned into a sharp moan at the last vowel.

"I'm coming now, alright?" Makoto said, watching his students exit the room and grabbed his suitcase, leaving after they were all gone and shut and locked the door. "You're a real devil, Matsuoka, knowing damn well I was in class..."

"Good boy..." Rin puured, Makoto unsure if it was towards him or Haruka, but he took it easily as both. "Couldn't help it, Haru's face is just too beautiful not to share, could you really blame me? See your fine ass soon, okay? And you aren't the only one coming right now-"

Makoto just smiled, hanging up (hearing Haruka hit his limit in the background as the line cut off) and put his phone into his pocket, pacing quickly to get home as soon as possible to join in on the fun.

And how the fun would only just begin when he would get there.

Author's note: just five additions left! I'm...a bit sad about this fact.