Hey, I'm Finn. I only really do PWP stuff. I had another account but lost access to it so I'm editing my old work to post over the next few days. Maybe I'll post something new soon. Anyway, enjoy!

Note: Kek and Malik have sex in classroom. Features consensual dubcon, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, creampie, sex toys.

AO3 Tags: Marik Ishtar/Yami Marik, College AU, Public Sex, Classroom Sex, eclipseshipping, mlm, Gay, Sex Toys, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Mild Humiliation, Consensual Non-Consent, Consensual Dub-Consent, all consensual, Malik wears skirts, and is in a design course with kek, yugi is well meaning, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Yami Marik is Called Kek, Dom Yami Marik, dom Kek, Sub Malik Ishtar, Slutty Malik Ishtar

Malik groaned as the lecturer dismissed them and allowed his head to fall into his crossed arms. He had a break before his next lecture, but for fuck sake, it was only midday.

Domino University had initially attracted him with shiny new things to learn and the prospect of a proper school, but some days were just hard. He began packing away his things as everyone around him left. He honestly just wanted to sleep. Still, he forced a smile when he saw Yugi approaching him. "Want to join us in the cafeteria for lunch?"

Malik hesitated. Socializing was the last thing he wanted at the moment.

"Malik!"

He was saved from a response when he looked up. Kek, from one of his design classes, was approaching him, glasses askew with a notebook in his arms.

"Are you still up for helping me with that project today?"

Malik blinked at Kek. "Yes. Yes, of course." He shook his head and turned to Yugi. "Sorry, Yugi, we really need to get this done."

"Oh, no problem." Yugi smiled at him. "Have fun with your friend. I'll see you later." He scurried out of the lecture hall, and the door swung closed, echoing in the empty room.

Kek glanced at Malik. "Who was that?"

Malik dragged a hand through his hair. "An acquaintance." He turned to look at Kek. He'd dressed down that day, in a simple purple skater skirt and breathable black boxer hoodie with comfortable shoes. Kek, on the other hand, was dramatic as usual with spiked hair, a punk band shirt, a leather jacket, and torn jeans. "Thanks. I didn't know how to politely tell him to fuck off."

"Not a problem." Kek grinned, stepping closer. "Besides, I may have had... slightly selfish reasons for saving you."

Malik hummed, zipping his bag closed but not picking it up. "Oh? And what would those be?" He and Kek had been sleeping together for a while, both eager for pleasure and trust without the commitment of a relationship.

Kek stepped forward again and caught Malik's chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up. "I think you know."

Malik's breath hitched, and Kek leaned in to press their lips together. Malik moaned softly, wrapping his arms around Kek's neck. Kek nibbled Malik's lip as he walked them backward, sucking it between his teeth. Malik moaned louder, and Kek slipped his tongue into Malik's mouth.

Malik's back hit the podium and hitched his hips against Kek's as his 'research partner' dipped to suck bruises onto Malik's neck. "Kek," Malik gasped, clutching Kek's hair. "We-" He glanced at the door. "Someone could come in-"

"Then you'll have to be quiet." Kek pressed his hips back against Malik's and ran his tongue along the spot he'd just marked. "Think you can do that for me?"

Malik managed a tiny nod, and Kek handled him around the podium until he was standing at it, as though about to give a lecture. Kek gripped Malik's hips from behind, pressing his crotch against Malik's ass. "Fuck, you look good."

Malik gripped the edge of the podium, rolling his hips back. "Then you should do something about it."

"What happened to being worried about getting caught?" Kek teased. He dragged his hands down to Malik's thighs and flipped his skirt up. "Oh, fuck."

Malik wiggled his ass. "You like?" He may have underdressed, but underneath his skirt, he wore a black thong. Kek hooked his fingers into it and snapped it against Malik's waist. "Fuck yes." He grabbed a packet of lube from his pocket and tore it open, spreading it over his fingers before slipping one into Malik's ass.

Malik muffled a low moan, sticking his ass back further and resting his head on the podium.

"Good boy," Kek teased. "Stay nice and quiet for me." He quickly added a second finger, fucking Malik open slowly. By the time he was on three fingers, Malik was rocking his hips back to meet Kek's thrusts. He whined when Kek pulled his fingers back and jolted as Kek smacked his ass. "Can't even handle your hole being empty for a minute, huh?"

"Please," Malik whispered through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry." Kek rubbed the end of the lube over his cock and teased it against Malik's ass. "I'll take care of you." He gripped Malik's hips before sliding into him, hard and fast.

Malik choked on a moan, eyes rolling back as Kek immediately set up a hard, fast rhythm. It took him a few minutes to focus enough to realize the clothes were still on him. "K-Kek," he gasped out, "my pants- my skirt-"

"I know." Kek nibbled his neck. "I can't wait to see you cum all over them."

Malik whined as Kek hit his prostate. "No, I- I have class-"

"Oh, then you'd better think of a good explanation." Kek reached around Malik to palm his cock, bulging around the thin lace thong. "Because you look like you're close."

Malik tried to turn his head to look back at Kek but was only rewarded with harder, faster thrusts. "Kek- Kek, please-"

"What?" Kek squeezed his hips, rolling his cock into Malik's prostate again. "What do you want?"

Malik choked back a pleasured sob. "Please, make me cum!"

"That's it." Kek slipped his hand into Malik's underwear to wrap his hand around his partner's dick. "I knew you were too slutty to care. You'd probably like it if someone asked, huh?" Malik shook his head, but Kek continued. "Yeah, I bet you'd love it if everyone in class knew what a whore you were. You'd have everyone lining up to fuck this-" Thrust. "-perfect-" Thrust. "-tight-" Thrust. "-ass."

Malik slumped over the podium, mouth right next to the microphone. Even with it off, his moans echoed around the lecture hall.

"I wish I could turn it on," Kek said, "so everyone could hear just how good I can fuck you."

"Me- me- fuck!" Malik bucked his hips back to meet each of Kek's thrusts. "Me too!"

"I knew it." Kek stroked Malik's dick faster. "Are you close?" Malik nodded, a whimper escaping him. "Good. Look up." Malik obliged. "Look at all those empty seats. Imagine them full and me here, fucking you through your presentation. Any time you mess up, you get a punishment, and no one is allowed to touch you. Not unless I say so. They just get to watch as you get fucked stupid right in front of them."

Malik burrowed his burning face in his hands.

"Do you like that?"

Finally, Malik nodded.

"Thought as much." Kek grinned. "Maybe we'll arrange it one day." With people they both trusted.

"Kek!" Malik was too far gone to register the plan as anything but dirty talk, and he bucked into Kek's fist. "Please!"

"Go on." Kek stroked him faster. "Cum for me."

Malik shook, gripping the podium edges as he came, painting the inside of his thong and skirt, mouth open in a wide 'o'. Kek pulled his hand back and shoved his fingers into Malik's mouth as he still shivered from pleasure.

"Clean up after yourself like a good boy."

Malik obliged, rolling his tongue along the pads of Kek's fingers, swallowing his own cum. Kek cursed, thrusting faster and erratic, and Malik cried out in pleasure as Kek's cum flooded inside of him. Kek slumped against his back for a second, breathing hard, but quickly pulled back so as not to hurt Malik.

"Are you okay?"

Malik leaned on the podium, still breathing hard. His knees were locked together, squeezing his thighs so Kek's cum wouldn't drip down his legs, and his skirt was up around his hips, leaving his ass on perfect display. His face was flush, his hair a mess, and dark bruises were already staining the skin on his neck. "I'm good," he panted. "Fuck, that was hot."

"Good." Kek grinned.

"A little impractical though." Malik grimaced and looked down. "Nearest bathroom is a few classes away."

"I have a solution for that." Kek turned and dug through his bag. Malik relaxed against the podium, waiting for him to return with a wipe or some tissues. Instead, Kek pressed something cold and smooth into him with no warning.

Malik gasped, arching up as the butt plug struck his prostate. "Fuck!"

"This is perfect." Kek wrapped an arm around Malik's waist and rubbed his stomach. "You'll get to feel my cum inside you all day as a reminder of what a little whore you are."

"Kek," Malik whined, "I- I can't-"

"You can," Kek replied, "and you will. You're just lucky I didn't choose a vibrating one." This time.

Malik frowned at him, but he knew he could safeword out of the situation at any time. He didn't. "You still ruined my pants."

Kek hummed. "I should take responsibility for those." Before Malik could react, Kek yanked his thong down around his ankles. Malik squeezed his legs together, an automatic reaction to stop him, but gasped as it made him clench around the plug. "Step out of them, Mal. You don't want someone noticing."

Malik reluctantly obliged, fixing his skirt. "Have you a spare?"

"Nope." Kek hooked his arm around Malik and squeezed his ass. "I somehow think you'll manage though."

"You're such a dick," Malik whined, squirming.

Kek pressed a kiss to his lips. "Don't worry," he cooed. "Get through this next class, and I'll reward you. I know you can do it."

The door opened, and Kek quickly stuffed Malik's panties into his pocket. Malik quickly fixed his hair as the lecturer walked in. She paused when she saw the two. "Oh, excuse me, I believe I have the room booked for class today."

"Sorry." Kek bowed, hand still on Malik's bare ass beneath his skirt. "We were looking over notes. We'll get out of your hair."

The lecturer smiled. "Take your time – I don't want to make you mess up your notes. If only all students were as diligent."

"Thank you." Kek pressed the butt plug further into Malik, and he tried not to react. "We do our best. Right, Malik?" He squeezed Malik's ass.

Malik swallowed a moan and bowed, the action making him press further into Kek's hand. He was already starting to get hard again. "Right." It was going to be a long day.