Antonio could barely remember how he had gotten into this position, sprawled out on his literature teacher's bed, the teacher himself biting and sucking at his neck and shoulder. But from what he could register at the moment, it had started when he had asked Mr. Thomassen what he could do to bring up his grade.
And somehow he had ended up here. Not that he was complaining.
He let out a small moan when he felt a tongue flick over one of his nipples. When he felt the man start to suck on it, he slapped a hand over his mouth to cover up the load moan.
"I want to hear you." Mr. Thomassen said as he sat up, rocking his hips against Antonio's. "No one else is going to hear you. It's just us."
"Y-you're sure?"
"Positive."
And for the next hour, Antonio lost the ability to think.
The next day Antonio had to borrow one of his sisters many scarves, knowing full well that Gilbert and Francis would demand to know who had left the countless marks on his neck, and that he would have no idea how to answer.
Walking into Mr. Thomassen's class had been terrifying. He couldn't help but feel scared that somehow he or his teacher would let it slip what had happened the night earlier.
But Mr. Thomassen hadn't looked at him once.
Not until the class had ended did Mr. Thomassen look at him.
"We aren't going to do that again. You have your grade. If you want to raise it anymore, you have to do actual work. Are we clear?"
Antonio felt his cheeks heat up. "Y-yeah. Clear."
He turned to step out of the classroom, only to have his ass slapped.
His cheeks turned an even darker shade of red as he trudged down the hallway to where Gilbert waited for him.