Benji sighs, turning the page of A Hundred Years of Solitude as he untangles his legs before retangling them again atop his covers. The ambient hum of the air conditioner and the occasional swish of a turned page provide a peaceful melody in the otherwise silent room.
There's a loud, insistent rap against the door and Benji raises an eyebrow as he places his book face-down on the bed and rises.
"Who is it?" he asks as he approaches, cautious.
"It's Victor," says the voice on the other side.
With a smile, Benji opens the door. Before he can think any further, he's grabbing at the front of Victor's jacket as he pulls him close, pressing his own back against the scratchy textured wall as their lips connect, hot and needy, as if separating would cause them both to expire on the spot.
"Whoa," Victor breathes when they finally, albeit reluctantly, part.
"Yeah," Benji says with a smirk. "I wasn't expecting you."
"I didn't expect to come, either, but I think I just… walked over by accident and figured I'd check if you were around," Victor says, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh. That's... kinda sweet," Benji says with a chuckle.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
"I was actually in the middle of reading and kinda got in the zone…" Benji says, narrowing his eyes slyly. "Maybe we can study together for a bit? And I have the rest of the day free so we can… play, later? Perhaps?"
Victor purses his lips as he shrugs his backpack off his shoulders before he smiles.
"That would be great," he says. "But first, I wanted to apologize for the other day. I know I was being kinda weird after the whole thing with my mom and… Connor…"
"You have nothing to apologize for," Benji says, before standing on his toes as he presses his mouth to Victor's gently enough to be a whisper. "It's okay to ask for space for yourself."
"Thanks for being so understanding," Victor says as he kicks off his shoes and places them beside the door.
"No problem. Seriously."
Victor hums as he pulls his laptop out of his bag and puts his glasses on before he crosses the room to Andrew's desk, where he normally sets himself up for studying when he and Benji are together. But this time, Benji grabs him by the arm and stops him in his tracks.
"Wait. I have an idea. I'm remembering what we put on our lists," Benji says, lips curling up on one side as he pulls the chair out from his own desk. "Sit down here instead. Please."
"Okay…"
"We don't have to if you don't want to, but… would it be distracting if we tried a little bit of cockwarming? You know, since we've got the place to ourselves… I can sit on your lap and read while you study."
Slipping into the seat and setting his computer down, Victor pauses, mulling it over as his visage takes on a dark red hue. He slips off his hoodie and hangs it over the back of the chair.
"Yeah, that sounds fun," Victor says, wrapping an arm around Benji's middle and pulling him close before he cranes up to kiss him again.
"I was gonna ask if you needed any help but it looks like…" Benji muses when they separate, motioning to Victor's lap. "You get turned on so easily," he adds with a wink.
"Is that a problem?" Victor teases, hand wandering down to grip at Benji's ass firmly.
"It's not a problem, just an observation," Benji says innocently, something within him stirring at Victor's touch. "I'll be right back."
Benji slips out from Victor's embrace as Victor plants a light smack on his ass, making him jump and giggle.
"You better give me more of that later when we play for real," Benji says over his shoulder.
"Oh, you know I will."
Brainwaves on high alert all of a sudden, Benji shuffles across the floor and opens the top drawer of his nightstand, removing a bottle of lube from among his toys. Then, he picks up his book from his bed before returning and setting both items on the corner of his desk.
He slips his shorts along with his underwear off and tosses them onto his bed, standing beside Victor as he undoes his jeans and takes his throbbing, hard cock out.
"Hop on, babe. Your throne awaits," Victor says with a smirk, patting his lap as he holds his erection in his other hand. "I can't make any promises but I'm gonna try not to tap my leg so much."
"Thank you," Benji says with a wicked grin, uncapping the bottle of lube and drizzling a long stream of it on Victor's dick.
"Ready when you are," Victor says as Benji swings a leg over Victor's lap and positions himself over his erection.
"Mm… okay, stay still."
Benji rests one hand on Victor's chest and the other on Victor's dick as he takes a deep breath, before he sinks down slowly until the bottoms of his thighs meet the tops of Victor's and the sensation of Victor inside him makes him let out a soft groan as his lips fall open.
"This should be interesting…" Victor says as he loops his arms under Benji's and opens his laptop, tapping his fingers against the desk. "How is it?"
Twisting to the side, Benji grabs his book with his left hand as he wipes his right one on his leg. He shifts a bit, regretting it immediately as he slides up and down inadvertently before he wraps one arm around the back of Victor's neck and brings their chests together as he peers down at the book over Victor's shoulder. His feet dangle just above the floor.
"At first I was skeptical, but… it's nice. Unusually peaceful," Benji says, his cheek vibrating against Victor's. "I like that I get to be close to you."
"Me, too. I think if we both stay super still I'll be able to focus," Victor says with a chuckle.
"What are you working on?"
"Just some physics," Victor groans, arms brushing against Benji's sides as he types on his computer. "At least it's a bit more interesting because we get to deal with quantum stuff and space and that sort of thing, which is really cool."
"Ooo yeah that does sound really fun," Benji says, doing his best to ignore the dull throbbing between his legs. "I hope it's not too complicated."
"Ugh, don't even get me started…"
"Sorry," Benji says as he unfurls his hand from around Victor to flip the page of his book. "Do you wanna listen to something?"
"Right, I forgot. Gimme a second."
After tapping around for a few seconds, he puts his music on shuffle and "Montero" by Lil Nas X comes on.
"Oh my fucking god, this song," Benji says, shimmying his shoulders along to the rhythm.
"Do you want me to change it to something else?"
"I just think it's really on the nose, don't you think?"
"Wait... does that mean... I'm Satan?"
Benji laughs, smacking Victor on the chest gently.
"I guess I'll need to buy a pair of thigh-high leather boots…" Benji says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "And I'd finally be taller than you."
"Shit… that would be so hot."
"I don't know how to pole dance, though, and I would probably die if I tried to learn."
"Well I would probably be good at it."
"Uh huh… sure," Benji says with a roll of his eyes.
Victor breathe-laughs to himself as his hand wanders under the back of Benji's shirt, giving his ass a light squeeze before it roams up his spine like a spider creeping up a wall. Benji shivers, becoming aware of Victor's cock inside him once again as he flips the page of his book before he flips it back.
"You're really handsy today," Benji says, his voice strained.
"Is it distracting you? I can stop."
"No, it keeps me on my toes."
"So you want me to keep going."
"Mhm, please."
With a soft chuckle, Victor trails his hands down to Benji's waist, touches becoming feather-light for the moment as he moves toward Benji's front, lifting the hem of his shirt and exposing his torso. He brings his hands up to Benji's nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers roughly as Benji gasps; his arm shakes and he clings harder to Victor's back.
"Fuck…" Benji mutters as he squirms in Victor's lap as he tries to focus on the page again despite Victor's ministrations.
"Okay, this is really fun," Victor says with a giggle as he pinches Benji's nipples again. "You're always full of good ideas."
"Are you even studying at all?" Benji says before he bites his lip hard enough that it almost draws blood.
"Of course I am. Right now I'm reading about special relativity," Victor says, continuing to tease Benji with his touches. "What are you reading, by the way?"
"It's a really serious… mm… but beautifully written book about a guy who kills another guy and then he and his—fuck—wife move somewhere else and settle a new city after he had a prophetic dream…" Benji rambles, pausing for a moment to catch his breath. "God, your hands are amazing... I wanna see what happens next, though, so please. Stop talking."
"Yep, I got it," Victor whispers.
Benji returns his eyes to the page with a wide grin, his cock twitching as Victor gives his nipples one final tug before he releases them. He clenches around Victor's dick unconsciously, the loss of Victor's skillful hands playing him like his very own instrument leaving Benji at a loss; he never could have predicted that Victor would ever become so shameless, but there's a part of him that always knew, on the basest, most primal level.
The hand Victor rests on the curve of Benji's ass tenses but this time Victor doesn't go any further, his attention instead on the screen before him, just as Benji focuses on his book, the only sound between them coming from the music and occasional clicks from Victor's keyboard.
"Babe?" Benji says once he's three quarters of the way through his book, toppling the wall of concentration they'd built around them.
"What's up?"
"I don't know if it's just that your dick is doing something to my brain or what," Benji says, running a hand through his hair as the warmth in his veins courses through his entire body, rendering him aflame as Victor chortles. "But, like, I'm already almost done with this book."
"So you're telling me my dick made you a speedreader," Victor says with a hint of a laugh in his voice.
"Seriously, though. It might seem counterintuitive, but this has given me time to think. And I've never had a partner who's known me as well as you, or who I've trusted enough to even consider asking about this…"
Tensing, Victor brings his hand to the back of Benji's head and pats his hair before he puts his fingers to the keyboard and types away.
"You really know how to make a guy feel special," he says.
"Good, because I really want you to dominate me. Hell, not even want. Need."
Victor's typing ceases and he tenses under Benji, Adam's apple bobbing against Benji's shoulder.
"Like right now?" he asks.
"Whenever you're done with your work. All I know is… I really just need you to throw me around and tell me what to do. Just… I'm all yours. Do anything you want with me."
"Anything?"
Benji unlatches himself from Victor's neck and leans back to look him in the eye, gasping softly. He grins when he faces Victor, irises sparkling like little brown galaxies with their millions of stars twinkling away, the way Benji had learned to recognize. When he rests a hand on the side of Victor's neck, he loses count of the beats of his heart.
"You know my limits. But I will say I really liked what you were doing to me before…" Benji says, letting his head tip to the side. "You can act all innocent but we both know you love it when I get all…"
"Whiny? Needy? Dare I say… slutty?" Victor says, averting his gaze.
Benji grins. "I was gonna say 'sexually frustrated' but yeah. You've been holding yourself back; I wanna see what you're capable of."
"And you will. Once I finish reading about uhh… whatever this is."
"Sure. And you get to pick if I'm gonna be good or maybe even a little bit bratty…" Benji says, staring up at the ceiling innocently. "Or both…"
"That sounds like a challenge… and you know I like a challenge."
Victor swallows, holding Benji's gaze again for a long moment as his hands slip off the edge of his computer limply. Neither of them blink, but Benji can't help but shiver as Victor's normally warm eyes peer through him. But when Victor makes a show of raking his pupils down Benji's form as he rests his palms on Benji's thighs before he lifts Benji's shirt and takes his cock firmly, dragging his hand up and down the shaft a few times.
"So I guess we're not—" Benji says.
But the words don't finish leaving his tongue when loud footfalls echo from outside the door, followed by voices and metallic clinking.
"Shit," Victor mutters, flailing his arms about.
"Oh my god…" Benji says, spotting Victor's hoodie and draping it over his lap just as the door to his room swings open with a bang.
"Oh, hi, there's my bestie. And Andrew," Victor says, wincing as he adjusts the piece of fabric on Benji's legs.
"Hey, Benji! Victor! Long time no see!" Fee chirps as they enter, arms outstretched. "Aww you guys are having a cuddle sesh, that's adorable!"
"Exactly, you know us. Always… cuddling," Benji says, wrapping both arms around the back of Victor's neck and squeezing their faces together as Victor makes a little noise in the back of his throat and draws him closer in turn.
"You're always doing something, all right…" Andrew says from behind them. "Hey, guys, I wasn't expecting… well, anyone, really," he adds with a wave.
"Reminds me of when Andrew and I play League together…" Fee says.
"No, you play League, I play Warcraft, because I'm a grownup…" Andrew says.
"And you didn't invite me? Rude," Victor mutters.
"Vic, you always say you're too busy to play League with us," Fee says.
"Yeah, but I would still have appreciated an invitation, even if I say no…" Victor says.
"You guys are nerds…" Benji says with a roll of his eyes. He gives a tight-lipped smile before he says: "What, Andrew. Did you and Fee wanna bone?"
"Maybe…?" Fee says, eyebrows dancing as they glance at Andrew, who shakes his head. "No. We were not going to bone."
"That's really convincing, Fee," Victor says.
"You guys know I can't lie."
"It's okay, that's what I love about you," Andrew says as he kisses Fee gently on the cheek. "Well, looks like we're gonna have a change of plans."
"Not a fan of that…" Fee sighs as they flop down on Andrew's bed like a fish on a deck.
"We can still take our shower," Andrew says suggestively as he crosses the room to his closet and opens it, pulling out some fresh clothes from within.
"True!"
"Can you guys hurry up? We're trying to work," Benji says as he returns his gaze to his book and pretends to read. "You're ruining Victor's focus."
"No, don't worry about me, I'm fine," Victor says hurriedly with a nervous chuckle.
"Oops, our bad," Fee says. "Right, don't wanna mess things up when you're in the zone."
"I'm almost done."
Andrew scoffs as he hands some clothes to Fee. He pauses, squinting at Victor and Benji, who hadn't moved from their spot at the desk.
"Wait…" Andrew says, gesturing from Benji to Victor and then back again. "Were you guys in the middle of fucking?"
"Nope," Victor says quickly.
"Mind your business," Benji says, not looking up from his book.
"Jeez, Andrew, can't you see there's nothing going on?"
Victor shifts his hips beneath Benji and the movement causes him to slide a bit deeper into Benji's hole, making Benji moan softly as he clenches around Victor's cock.
Benji claps his book over his mouth, scorching all of a sudden.
"Yep, spoke too soon," Fee says with a click of their tongue. "Always keeping it freaky, I see. We love that for you guys."
"Sorry," Victor murmurs.
"Well, we're gonna go take a shower now, so if you wanna… put some pants on, now's your chance," Andrew says with a knowing smirk and a wink before he takes Fee by the hand and they both disappear into the bathroom.
"Hmm… yeah I should probably do that," Benji says, grabbing an orange sticky note from the stack on his desk and sticking it inside the page of his book before setting it down on his desk. "Hope your dick will be warm without me."
"Oh no, how will I ever survive?" Victor says, laying the back of his hand limply against his forehead with a smirk.
"You're the worst…" Benji teases as he claps Victor on both shoulders before he stands from his lap and allows Victor's cock to slip out of him with a wet squelch.
Benji sighs, already at a loss as he removes the hoodie from his lap and tosses it on his bed before he takes his shorts and pulls them back on him. Victor shifts in his seat, tucking himself in again.
"I'll wash this for you, babe," he says, motioning at the hoodie as Victor shrugs.
"Thanks," Victor replies, glancing over his shoulder. "I guess we should postpone our playing to another time?"
"We could always just kick them out. I mean, we were here first."
Victor hums, pondering, as Benji plops backward on his bed with his book hovering over his face.
"I can't focus anymore, I'm gonna take a break," Victor says after a few minutes with a sigh as he stands up and stretches his arms straight up like a cat rising from its nap, shaking his legs out before leaping up and tapping the textured ceiling.
"Stop showing off how tall you are," Benji muses, eyes still on the page.
"Oh, is someone jealous?"
"Mmm… I'm just kidding," Benji says with a chuckle. "I really like it."
Grinning, Victor shuffles over to the bed and Benji wiggles to the side so he's pressed with his shoulder against the cool wall. Victor climbs onto the bed beside him and lies down on his side with his head propped up on his hand, draping the other arm across Benji's middle and drawing him close.
"May I help you?" Benji asks after a moment, Victor's gaze pricking his skin; his head drops to the side and their pupils connect.
"Nope. Just admiring," Victor says sweetly as he raises his hand gently and traces Benji's jaw with the side of his finger.
"That's gay," Benji whispers, taking Victor's chin between his fingers and pressing their lips together.
Benji's eyelids flutter closed as they kiss, their lips barely brushing like carnation petals beckoning each other closer as they grow upward from the earth and sway in the breeze. When Victor kisses back with equal levity, Benji breathes against his mouth as he pulls away.
"Not too much, for now," Victor says.
Crossing his legs, Benji pouts. "Fine. But as soon as they go, I'm giving you permission to just not even ask."
"I was thinking we could role play a bit..."
"Should I be afraid?"
"A little bit," Victor says with a Cheshire cat grin.
With a dramatic shudder, Benji rolls his eyes as he presses his forehead against Victor's gently. "I probably won't be."
"Oh yeah?"
"You're more vanilla than me."
"I've done some… research."
"What did your research say?"
"Well…" Victor says, trailing his hand down Benji's chest, running across one of his nipples over his shirt before his fingers stroke the outline of his abs, stopping at the waistband of his shorts. "There was a lot of stuff about…"
Benji watches with rapt attention, the book he's holding still hanging in the air but an abandoned weight. As Victor gently drags his digits over the fabric, he dips the tops of them underneath for a moment, tugging ever so slightly at the waistband before sliding out again, slow and teasing like kindling in a furnace.
"About what?" Benji whispers.
Victor chuckles and says nothing as he continues his journey down Benji's legs instead, the caresses tickling the insides of his bare thighs. Benji swallows, slowly setting his book down beside his head as Victor caresses his middle again.
"Are you gonna stop messing around and touch me already?" Benji snaps.
"No."
Oh.
Benji's lip curls up as Victor's hand trails back over his chest and to his neck, each point on its journey setting the very atoms in his cells alight like little candles until Victor has his hand on Benji's throat, and all Benji can do is stare, unblinking, into Victor's eyes. Victor's brows furrow together, his focus laser-precise, no movement out of place.
They stay like that for a moment, Victor simply resting his hand on Benji's neck as his eyes flutter closed and all he can do is swallow. Each breath reminds him of why he'd trusted Victor in the first place; he doesn't need to know what he's going to do next before he does it.
"How do you feel?" Victor whispers.
"Relaxed."
Victor chuckles, shifting beside Benji. Behind his eyelids, Victor's shadow looms over him.
"Can you open your eyes?"
Benji opens one eye a crack and peers up at Victor. "I don't know, can I?"
"You know what I mean."
"Then just tell me and I'll do it. Don't ask."
"Okay…" Victor says, clearing his throat. "Open your eyes and uh… sit up."
"With conviction," Benji teases, doing as Victor asks but taking his time. "And give me a time limit. Like… now."
Victor presses his lips together into a line and narrows his eyes; Benji chuckles as he crosses his legs and sets his hands in his lap.
A loud bang echoes from the bathroom followed by an "I'm not dead!" from Fee, and Benji and Victor can't stop themselves from bursting into laughter.
"This is why I don't believe in shower sex," Benji mutters.
After a few minutes, the door to the bathroom opens, a cloud of steam billowing out into the room as Fee and Andrew exit, Fee rubbing their sopping head and hissing quietly as Andrew trails behind them.
"Oh, wow, finally, y'all are wearing pants," Andrew says sarcastically; Benji rolls his eyes.
"You're not concussed, right, Fee?" Victor asks.
"Nah, I'm fine. I've sustained… worse injuries," Fee says with a wave of their other hand.
"Remember when you smashed your nose on the sidewalk because you tripped running away from a bee?" Andrew says.
"Oh, yeah, I remember that," Benji says with a laugh. "But you didn't get stung!"
"I mean, I'm allergic, so," Fee says with a pout. "And that's why I can't breathe right."
"Do you still have the tampons?" Victor says with a cheeky grin.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Fee says, scrunching up their face. "But yes. I'm glad Mia was prepared, unlike some people..." they say with a pointed glare in Andrew's direction.
"Anyway…" Andrew says, taking his bag and unzipping it before loading a few of the books on his desk into it. He picks up his phone and frowns down at it. "Shit, I forgot I have a group project to do today… I'm already late to meet them… Fuck…"
"Oh… that sucks. I guess I'll stay here with Benji and Victor, then. See ya later?"
"I swear to god…" Victor mutters more to himself than to anyone else; Benji glares in Fee's direction, as if this action would make them disappear into thin air.
"No, babe, let's go together. It's pretty obvious Vic and Benji wanna rip each other's clothes off or do… whatever they were doing before. C'mon. See ya," Andrew says with a smirk and a nod.
"Okay… bye guys," Fee says, waving.
As soon as the door slams shut behind them, Benji swallows.
"You still up for this?" Victor asks.
"Yeah," Benji says immediately. "You know my safeword. I'm all yours."
Victor's complexion darkens and his lips part ever so slightly and he takes a deep breath. "So I was thinking… we can do a little professor and student role play."
Benji smiles, shifting in his seat. "Okay… professor. What do you need me to do?"
"Hmm…" Victor hums, stroking his chin and eyeing Benji up and down. "I uh… want you in a different outfit."
"What kind?" Benji asks as he uncrosses his legs and slides off the bed onto the floor. He walks over to his closet and throws the doors open. "We have a lot of options here."
"Let me see…" Victor says as he stands up and shuffles across the room, taking a spot directly behind Benji. "I like those little white shorts you have. They make your ass look good."
"These?" Benji asks as he holds up a pair of shorts barely longer than a pair of boxer briefs.
"Yeah. And…" Victor says, pausing as he drags his eyes over the contents of Benji's closet, mostly consisting of crop tops and a few expensive silken blouses. "I don't think I've seen you in this," he says, taking one of the hanging shirts—a black, green and red floral cropped hoodie—and holding it up.
"You want me to wear… this? With this?"
"Is there a problem?"
Benji smiles sweetly and shakes his head before he grabs the collar of his shirt and tugs it over his head.
"Not at all," he says, taking the hoodie and sliding it over himself.
"Good…"
Humming, Benji slips his shorts off and tosses them aside before taking the pair of tiny white shorts from Victor, only for Victor to stop him.
"Wait. And this," Victor says, reaching across Benji's shoulder and pulling a jockstrap from the shelf. "I've never seen you wear this before."
Face heating up, Benji swallows as he takes the jock from his hand.
"I never had the occasion," he says, eyeing it before he drops his underwear, too, and steps into the jock, all while Victor watches him quietly. "Wanna see?"
Victor nods and Benji turns around but brings his chin to his shoulder, averting his gaze coyly for a moment.
"Looks really… nice," Victor says.
"Can I put my shorts on now?" Benji asks.
There's a pause, Victor's gaze glued to him.
"Yeah."
Benji slides his shorts up his legs before shutting his closet and twirling back around to face Victor, resting his hands on his hips.
"Okay. Anything else we need to do before we start?" Benji says.
"So, here's what I was thinking… I'm gonna be the sexy professor who's 'in my office'," Victor says, making air quotes as he sits down at Benji's desk. He picks up his computer and all but dumps it into his bag before he pushes his glasses up his nose. "And you're gonna be my student who's struggling in my molecular biology class and asking for some extra help. Got it?"
With a chuckle, Benji walks over to the little corridor by the door.
"I think that's enough to go by. No wonder I'm struggling, though, that sounds so hard," he says, drawing out his words dramatically, winking.
"It was the first thing I could think of off the top of my head," Victor retorts, waving his hands in front of him. "Oh. I get it now."
"You don't need to explain yourself, you're the boss, remember? Just relax, professor," Benji says with a cheeky grin.
"Right," Victor says, taking a deep breath as he scrambles around the desk, grabbing a book at random and opening it up. "Okay, let's start."
Benji grins and taps a knuckle against the wall beside his desk.
"'Scuse me, hi, Professor Salazar," Benji says as he approaches the desk, jutting out one of his hips as he peers down at Victor. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Oh, hi, Benji, it's nice to see you," Victor says, pausing for a moment before he shuts the book and pushes it to the corner of the desk awkwardly. "How can I help you?"
"Um… professor, I've been struggling on this assignment you gave us in class the other day and I was wondering if you could give me a… private lesson and explain it to me… in detail?" Benji asks, looking down at Victor through his eyelashes as he twirls his hair on the end of his finger.
"Of course, Benji. What were you having trouble with?" Victor asks, peering at Benji over the top of his glasses.
"Ugh, everything," Benji says, exasperated, as he leans over the desk, resting his hands on the edge and stretching his shoulders out as he arches his back.
"Hmm… I don't know if we'll have time to go over it all tonight…"
Benji pouts, standing back up before he puts his hands behind his head and laces fingers, staring at the ceiling as his crop top rides up to just under his nipples, exposing most of his torso.
"Oops… silly me. Forgot what I was wearing," he says, bringing his arms back down to wrap around his body as he smirks wickedly. "Hope I'm not being too distracting. I'm so forgetful sometimes."
"It… is a little distracting... But unless you have specific questions, I don't know if I'll be able to help you."
"If that's the case… I could always, uh… do you a favor… in exchange for an A in this class. We both know I don't have a future in uh… what class is this again?"
"Molecular biology."
"Yeah. That. I don't have a future in molecular biology, I just need to pass this class."
"What kind of favor were you thinking?" Victor asks, Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes hone in on Benji's middle.
"Hmm… I don't know… I have a lot of other… skills. And I see how you look at me during class… Didn't you ever wonder what it would feel like, to have my mouth around your—"
"That's enough," Victor says, standing up as if he were forced by a spring. "I could lose my job and this is super unethical!"
"Nobody has to know…" Benji whispers, pressing himself closer to Victor so their lips hover just a few millimeters away. "I won't tell anyone. I won't even brag to my friends about how good you are in bed."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"I'm not a snitch, professor," Benji says, running a finger down Victor's chest and biting his lip. "And I've been wanting to tell you how cute you are for months, but I just… I didn't know you felt the same way."
"T-thank you… I was very close to writing you up for a dress code violation. But I didn't want you to get in trouble."
"That was nice of you," Benji says, nose brushing against Victor's. "So, do we have a deal?"
"What are your terms?"
"You get to use me however you want in exchange for an A in your class."
"Okay."
"Well, you agreed to that really fast, professor."
"Shush. Don't make me change my mind," Victor says, before he presses his lips against Benji's, hand trailing down to his ass and kneading it between his fingers.
Benji wraps his arms around Victor's neck as Victor swipes his arm across the surface of the desk before he shoves Benji on top of it, pulling his legs apart and slotting himself between them as their clothed cocks rub against each other like tectonic plates on a fault line.
"Ugh, professor... your desk is so uncomfortable," Benji breathes when they separate, finger pressed against his lower lip. "Can I… get off? Please?"
"Because you asked so nicely… sure," Victor says, stepping back and taking Benji by the hands as he slides from the desk onto the floor.
"Thank you. What else can I do for you? I wanna make myself useful."
"Hmm… how about…" Victor says, glancing around the room. "Be a good boy and go and grab that book over there," he says, pointing to the other side of the room, where a textbook lies on the floor.
Benji raises an eyebrow, chest fluttering nonetheless. "Okay…"
"Now."
"Right," Benji says, swallowing as he rises and does as he's told.
When he arrives at his destination, hovering over the hardcover textbook, he glances over his shoulder and grins as he makes a show of standing with his ass in full view of Victor, slowly bending over to pick up the book.
"I knew you would do that. You never could resist..." Victor says, his voice suddenly right over him. "And now I want you to stay like that," he says, a chuckle in his voice.
"And here I thought I was being clever…" Benji mutters, wrapping his hands around the backs of his calves. "How long do I have to do this?"
"Uh… until I tell you to stop?"
"Fine. You're lucky I'm flexible, professor."
"We'll see how long you can hold that, then… How are you doing down there?" Victor says as he crouches down beside him.
"I've been better."
"Would you like to stop?"
"Nope."
"Good," Victor says as he stands up again and Benji follows his feet with his eyes. There's a smack and Benji hisses. "Keep your legs straight," Victor says sternly.
"Yes, sir. Er... professor."
"Don't make me have to correct you again."
Benji shivers, the stretch in his back following the same route as the chill that Victor's words send up his spine. Something about Victor's voice compels him to obey, even as Victor stands behind and grips his hips, shifting him back against him as the familiar sensation of something rigid presses against his ass.
"Mmm…" Benji moans, rubbing himself on Victor, the shockwave going straight to his dick. "Fuck."
"Stop moving."
As soon as the words leave Victor's mouth, Benji ceases his movement, going as still as if he'd been flash-frozen.
"You're listening really well," Victor says, dragging his palms along the sides of Benji's thighs up to cup his ass. "But you have a filthy mouth, you know."
"Does it bother you when I say 'fuck', professor?" Benji teases.
"Hmm… a bit, to be honest."
"What was it you said the other day? 'It's just a word'? I thought we were adults."
Victor's hand tenses. "I'm not here to have a philosophical discussion on curse words with you. Stop."
"What're you gonna do about it? Fuck, fuck, fuckity fu—"
"Get up. Now."
Benji's voice dies in his throat and he doesn't think, his body acting on its own as he unwraps his arms from the backs of his legs and stands up straight.
"Turn around and look at me," Victor says.
"Did I upset you, professor?" Benji asks, smirking as he does what he's told.
There's a pause for a moment and Victor simply stares at him, eyes dark, shoulders heaving as he takes a deep breath through his nose, before his pupils travel to his own hand.
Benji's heart picks up speed in anticipation. And when Victor raises his hand, bringing the back of it down across Benji's face with a loud smack, he almost passes out.
"Ow!"
The impact sends Benji reeling, head snapping to the side as the sharp sting radiates through his cheek and into his bones before it dissipates like ice on an iron block. Benji moves his jaw back and forth, lip curling up.
"Shit, sorry that was… way harder than I wanted it to be," Victor mutters, eyes going wide. "I got really into it."
"No, it was really good," Benji whispers, shivering as he opens one eye. "You're doing an awesome job."
"Oh, uh… thanks," Victor says, scratching the back of his head, modest.
"I was like this," Benji says, holding his thumb and forefinger a millimeter apart, "close to subspace, so… keep going. This is super fun."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Now hit me again. Please, professor," Benji says as he closes his eye again and braces himself. "I've been a very bad boy."
Victor clears his throat. "You have been a very bad boy and you need to learn to… watch your mouth."
Another slap sends Benji's face in the opposite direction and it's as if Victor had just slapped the breath out of him, and all of a sudden the adrenaline flooding his system gives way to that rush of euphoria he'd only felt a handful of times in his life.
"Will you behave now?" Victor asks.
Benji wipes his cheeks in the sleeves of his hoodie and shakes his head, grinning. "Fuck no."
Sighing, Victor slaps him a third time, a bit harder than before and the room spins, throwing him off balance.
"How about now?" Victor asks.
A tear drips off the end of Benji's nose and this time, he says nothing.
"So, you've had enough?"
"I said fuck no," Benji says, voice wavering.
"Okay, clearly this isn't working," Victor says, reaching out and hesitating, Adam's apple bobbing, before he grabs Benji's hair at the roots. "C'mere."
Benji's head instantly empties of any thoughts he had as Victor drags him across the room by the hair, leading him to the desk, and his breath hitches in his throat as Victor shoves him down, face-first against the cool, smooth, polished wooden surface.
He doesn't even have it in him to fight back, all his energy going into holding himself up and anticipating Victor's movements, every one of his senses honing in on Victor's presence right behind him as Victor pulls Benji's shorts down in one swift motion. Benji gasps, his skin immediately breaking out in goosebumps.
"Did you wanna say something?" Victor whispers in Benji's ear, breath hot against his skin, rubbing and squeezing his ass as he leans over and presses himself against Benji's back.
Swallowing, Benji's eye finds Victor's face hovering over him.
"No," he murmurs.
"In that case, I'm sure you'll find it easy to stay quiet," Victor says with a soft chuckle before he plants a kiss against Benji's temple before he pulls away. "I don't wanna hear a sound out of you. Got it?"
"Yes, professor."
"Good boy," Victor says, before his strong hands part his cheeks and he runs his tongue around Benji's hole.
Benji claps his hands over his mouth and bites back a groan as Victor licks him, the heat radiating into his cock as it rubs against the desk. He presses back against Victor's face, only to have him grip his hips hard enough to bruise to hold him in place. Biting his lip until there's iron in his mouth, all Benji can do is take it as a tear drips down his cheek and lands on the polished surface beside his face.
As Victor presses his tongue inside him, Benji's legs buckle and he scrambles against the desk with one hand to have something to hold onto. And when Victor slips two fingers inside him, curling them and igniting the flame within him that had been simmering and growing into a wildfire, Benji almost can't hold himself back from moaning aloud.
But he holds his breath as Victor massages his insides, stroking in and out and hitting that spot just right, over and over again. He doesn't want to disappoint Victor.
"You're being so nice and quiet right now," Victor breathes as he adds a third finger, twisting his wrist as he presses deeper into Benji's hole, making Benji's eyes roll into the back of his head. "What a good little slut you are."
Squirming, Benji does his best to stay still, which is becoming increasingly difficult, and it's as if the ground is quaking beneath him and his brain can only focus on Victor the more he touches him with his expert fingers. He trails his hand down his body, slipping it down the front of his jock and stroking himself once before there's a hand around his wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?" Victor asks.
Swallowing, hand still around his cock, Benji whines against his other hand before he pulls it away.
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" Victor says, wrenching Benji's hand away from his dick before he can even think.
"N-no… you didn't, professor," Benji says quietly. "I'm sorry," he says, as if on instinct.
"That simply won't do," Victor says, as he places Benji's hand on the desk. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to…" he pauses, taking a loud breath before he says, "punish you."
Benji's heart speeds up and he grins.
"Oh, no. Not punishment," he says sarcastically.
"Stay right there," Victor says, punctuating the order with a smack on Benji's ass.
"Ah—What sort of punishment will I get if I don't listen?" Benji asks.
"I haven't decided yet," Victor fires back. "Now shut up before I shut you up myself."
Benji does as Victor commands, shivering and shutting his mouth as he watches him retreat, hands balled up into fists on each side of his face.
"Can I—" Victor says, before he stops himself. There's a rolling wooden sound and Victor chuckles. "When did you get handcuffs?"
There's a long pause.
"You can answer the question."
"Like last week, but they were supposed to be a surprise."
"Well, I'm definitely surprised…"
"Damn, professor, I didn't know you were a freak," Benji teases.
"I said you could answer that question, nothing else."
Benji falls silent.
"But yes, I, uh… use these to restrain naughty students like yourself," Victor says, returning to the desk. He glances around, pupils catching on something outside Benji's field of view. "Oh, wait, this is perfect…"
He sets a ruler down with a clack and Benji eyes it, spine tingling.
"Hold on… let me take this off first..." Victor mutters, running the tips of his fingers along Benji's hoodie.
Benji follows him with his eyes as Victor grabs the bottom of his hoodie, peeling it off him and over his head before tossing it behind him on the floor. He shivers like a leafless winter branch as the air hits his torso, body bare aside from the jock; he could almost envy Victor for being fully clothed, while he's on display, but he wouldn't trade his position for anything.
Victor then gathers Benji's arms together behind his back and clasps each cuff around Benji's wrists with a gentle click as they lock in place.
"How do those feel?" Victor asks.
"Mmm… kinda loose."
"Let me fix that for you…" Victor murmurs, pressing the cuffs one more notch so they fit snugly against Benji's wrists. "Better? Or do you want them even tighter?"
"N-no, thank you. This is fine," Benji says quickly, voice rising an octave.
"Good. Now you can't touch yourself," Victor says, as he picks up the ruler from the desk. "Do you have anything to say?"
"I'm not sorry," Benji says with a mischievous grin.
"I knew you would say that…"
Rolling his eyes, Victor smacks the ruler against his hand and Benji jumps when it almost cracks through the air. Victor kneads Benji's ass again for a moment before he rests his hand right above Benji's tailbone, fingers like little bolts of electricity against his flesh.
Pressing his lips together into a line, Victor raises his arm and Benji shuts his eyes tightly in anticipation just as Victor brings the ruler down with a loud smack.
Benji bites the inside of his cheek as he slides forward a bit, the sharp sting creeping like a mass of ants across the surface of his ass and leaving behind a dull ache. It's exhilarating. And it all goes straight to Benji's dick.
But he doesn't have enough time to think any further as Victor brings the ruler down again in a different spot with equal force, the blood rushing to the spot of impact immediately.
"How is that? Better than touching yourself?" Victor asks, kneading the point he'd just smacked before he spanks Benji again.
The third hit doesn't even hurt but it's all Benji can focus on, and where his muscles had braced, imbibed with tension, he instead relaxes, everything but Victor sloughing away from him—Victor's voice penetrating his eardrums, the scent of his woody, spicy cologne filling his nostrils, his hands smooth and touching him everywhere that he wants him to without needing to be told.
"Mmm… it's amazing," Benji breathes, voice slow, head lolling as Victor hits him again.
"That's a good boy," Victor says.
He loses track of how many times Victor spanks him, each subsequent impact pulling him away from the world around him and forcing him to focus on the sensation, the pain that becomes pleasure that engulfs him to the point where he can barely even speak, his entire body light—pure euphoria.
"Okay, that's enough. I think you've learned your lesson," Victor says, tossing the ruler aside.
"More…" Benji begs, pressing back against Victor. "Please…"
"You want… more?" Victor asks, pausing for a moment. "No. I already said that's enough."
Benji pouts, shifting as Victor undoes his belt behind him, honing in on the sound of the zipper.
Humming, Victor runs his hands down Benji's back as he leans over him to press kisses against his neck, before he slides into Benji in one swift motion.
Victor grips Benji's hips and pulls him back toward him, Benji's sweat-drenched chest sliding with barely any friction on the surface of the desk as Victor thrusts into him and Benji can only gasp and struggle against the handcuffs as they dig into his skin, rubbing it raw, but all it does is increase the pleasure coursing through his veins.
Grabbing Benji by the hair, Victor bends down again as he gives a particularly hard thrust and presses their lips together, giving Benji a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss as he slows his movement to a glacial pace, pulling out completely before he slams into Benji again as their tongues dance, entangled with each other.
All Benji can do is take it, his legs turn further into gelatin with each passing second as Victor's cock stretches him open. Even without a hand around his own cock, he's close enough to orgasm that his body begins to shudder more violently than ever before.
And just as he does, his muscles clenching around Victor's hard cock as he cums from being fucked alone, Victor pulls out of him and drags him off the desk by the hair like a ragdoll, forcing him to his knees in front of him, where he almost collapses on flimsy legs.
He's in a daze as Victor groans and strokes himself a few times until he's cumming right on Benji's face, the viscous liquid oozing down his cheeks and in rivulets to his bare chest as Victor smacks him gently with his softening cock until he's emptied every last ounce of sperm on him.
Victor sighs as he tucks himself into his pants before he crouches down beside Benji, pulling the key from his pocket and undoing the handcuffs around Benji's wrists. He kisses where Benji's skin had chafed, massaging it gently and tossing the cuffs aside as Benji collapses against him, spent.
"Can you stand?" Victor says gently.
Benji nods and Victor drapes his arm around his shoulder, standing slowly and guiding him to the bed. Victor takes a tissue and wipes Benji's face carefully as tears spill over his eyelids, the roiling within him coming to a peak before it all bursts out of him, until he's heaving so hard he almost throws up.
Lying down on his back, Victor pulls Benji to him, letting him rest on his chest as he cries. Victor strokes his hair lovingly as he runs his palm up and down Benji's arm soothingly.
"You did so well," Victor whispers, eyes sparkling as he peers down at Benji, and even through his tears, Benji can see him. "You're so good," he adds, kissing Benji on the hair and nuzzling against him as Benji clings to his middle.
When Benji finally sniffles and wipes his eyes in the back of his hand, he props himself up on his elbow and sighs.
"Can I get some water, please?" Benji asks quietly, as if his voice hasn't yet returned to him.
"Yes, of course," Victor says quickly, grabbing a glass from the shelf against the wall and filling it with water from the fridge before he brings it to the bed. "Here you go," he says, handing it to Benji.
Benji's hand shakes as he brings the glass to his lips, gulping greedily until he downs the contents and sets the glass on his nightstand.
"Do you want anymore?" Victor asks.
"No, thank you," Benji says.
Victor climbs back into bed and pulls Benji on top of him, wrapping his arms protectively around his back. He drapes the blanket around him, too, so only Benji's head is visible from underneath.
"How are you feeling?" Victor says after a long moment has passed.
"I think… I'm okay," Benji says slowly, staring at the wall absently. He raises his gaze to Victor with a small smile. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For taking care of me. And for… this whole thing. But mostly for cuddling the shit out of me."
"It's the least I can do," Victor says with a cheeky grin. "How did you like our uh… playing? I definitely did a number on you."
"Oh, yeah, I mean, it was really fun for me. I got to the point where I wasn't even feeling any pain, everything just felt really good. Like…" Benji says, tapping his chin as he contemplates, "Kinda like being high."
"That's really interesting… I don't think I'd like that very much."
"I mean, I trust you enough to be able to let go and let you do your thing because I know you won't hurt me for real. It's… liberating."
"Yeah, that makes sense… it was cool for me, too, because I got so focused on what we were doing and on being super careful… but I wasn't stressed or anything? It was weird."
"It's probably one of those things where you, like… feel comfortable because you know the boundaries and you just need to trust yourself and let go, too. Or maybe you were just in topspace?"
"Hmm… maybe…"
"I hate to say 'I told you so', but… I knew you would be good at this. When you stop worrying about being too mean, that is."
"Thank you… but, why?"
"Well… you're really attentive, you care about me and respect me, which are the main things. And I think you're starting to embrace your own duality," Benji says, shoving the covers off his form and lying bare on Victor's chest.
"I guess I wanted to see what I was capable of myself. I'm glad I didn't disappoint."
"You definitely did not disappoint. With a bit more practice you'll be amazing. But I didn't actually think you had it in you to slap me, though," Benji teases.
"Well, I'm getting… more okay with the whole thing," Victor says, pushing some of Benji's hair out of his face. "Your ass is really red though. Like… it looks like you got a sunburn," he says with a chuckle.
"Gee, I wonder whose fault that is?" Benji retorts, glancing over his shoulder and poking himself, hissing. "Ow. This is probably gonna bruise."
Victor grins sheepishly and scratches the back of his head. "I'll put some lotion on it for you after we wash."
"Thanks, babe," Benji says, craning up to kiss Victor on the cheek. "Or should I say… professor."
"Stop, you're gonna turn me on again," Victor says, covering his face in his hand.
"I mean… we can do this again next time we see each other, if you want…" Benji suggests, staring up at the ceiling. "No pressure, though, of course."
"Are you kidding? Of course I wanna try this again. I'm already thinking of ideas for what to do next time."
"Really?"
"Mhm."
"Like what?"
"It's a surprise…" Victor says innocently.
"Okay, well, I like surprises," Benji says, burrowing into Victor's chest. "Let's clean up before we fall asleep, though. I might need you to carry me."
They shower, allowing the cool water to cascade over their exhausted muscles before they dress and change the sheets.
Benji plops down face-first on his bed and Victor sits beside him, stroking his cheek with his thumb as Benji peers up at him.
"Are you sure you don't need me to stay?" Victor asks.
"I'll be okay. I don't wanna keep you," Benji says, covering his mouth with his hand as he yawns. "I think I'm gonna sleep in a bit."
"Don't forget to eat something."
"I won't. Don't worry."
Victor smiles softly before he leans down, bringing his lips to Benji's, nibbling gently on Benji's full lower lip for a moment before holding it between his own, then releasing as they separate. Benji sighs, the loss of Victor's presence filling him with a deep void of unease.
"See you tomorrow, babe," Victor says gently.
"Bye," Benji says with a smile that fades as soon as Victor leaves.
They meet at the library the next day as promised, joining Lake and Mia at a table, arm in arm.
"Wait, don't sit down yet," Victor says, pulling out an ice pack from his bag and setting it down on the chair beside him.
"Thanks."
Benji's face warms and he bites back a grin as he sits down on it, sighing in relief as the cold grips his skin pleasantly.
Victor smiles as he reaches across the table and takes Benji's hand in his own as he sits down, too.
"What did you two freaks get up to lately that you need ice?" Lake asks.
"N-nothing. It's just a… sports injury," Victor says quickly.
"Uh huh… what sport leaves you with ass injuries?" Mia teases.
Chuckling, Benji takes a sip of water and eyes Victor from the side, neither of them saying anything.
"I'm surprised it took them that long," Lake says, sliding a stack of bills across the table to Mia.
"To do what?" Benji asks, raising an eyebrow.
"We made a bet to see when one of you would sustain a sex-related injury and which one of you would be first. I said Victor would definitely trip and hurt himself by accident first," Lake explains.
"I do have a bit of an advantage though because Benji tells me everything," Mia says with a wicked grin.
"Yeah that's not even fair, I want my money back," Lake whines.
"Too late."
Benji and Victor share a knowing look before they peer down at their computers and get to work, their joined hands resting between them like two ribbons tied loosely together, strengthened only by a pull.