Neuvillette was standing in front of the big windows of the empty lecturing room of Fontaine University. His expression was melancholic, while his eyes wandered over the lights of the rainy city. It was late, the students, including staff, had already left the building. Only he had stayed behind to go through some documents and revise the preparations for tomorrow's big examination.
He had his hands folded behind his back and let out a soft sight when he heard the door opening. Slowly he turned his head and looked over his shoulder across the empty seats to the door, where a tall, dark silhouette appeared.
"Oh.. Professor Neuvillette. You were still here." The person's deep voice was very striking but soothing at the same time. There was no doubt who it belonged to; Wriothesley, the criminology student.
"Forgot my phone.", he explained his sudden appearance. Wriothesley had this typical boyish grin on his face while he was rubbing the back of his neck. In his left hand, he held a black umbrella, which he placed leaning against the wall next to the door. It didn't take long until a small puddle of rainwater gathered underneath it.
Neuvillette briefly scanned the student's appearance, before he turned to face the window again.
"I see. It's late. Make sure to go straight home and sleep well before the exam tomorrow."
He could hear Wriothesley check the drawers of a few desks for his phone, before the sound of his footsteps drew closer.
Again there was this smug smile on Wriothesley's face, when he approached Neuvillette at the windows. He stood next to him and looked outside over the city lights that could be seen very well from the upper floor where they were located. They alone were enough to brighten the room without having to switch on electricity.
"Mhmm.. I will.."
His voice was nothing but a murmur, yet it was enough to send a small shiver running down Neuvillette's spine.
For what felt like an eternity they stood there silently next to each other when Wriothesley suddenly ran a strand of Neuvillette's hair through his fingers. He slowly raised it to his nose and breathed in the scent of it.
"The smell of fresh rain on an early summer morning." Now his voice sounded like a whisper.
Neuvillette's eyes widened a little and his cheeks turned a soft pink. He couldn't help himself but to immediately avert his eyes from the tall handsome man next to him.
"Professor.. You should also go home.. and relax."
Whispering his words Wriothesley gently put his hand on the beautiful man's chin and slowly turned his face towards him. He wanted to look deep into the beautiful purple eyes, knowing that he'd run in danger of losing himself.
Neuvillette felt his heart pounding when he returned the look, yet found himself unable to answer. No matter how hard he tried, not a single sound would leave his lips.
This made Wriothesley smirk and he took the chance of the Professor's hesitation to get even closer. Feeling his breath on his lips, smelling the rain, he couldn't hold onto himself and overcame the last distance between them to taste him.
Professor Neuvillette, still unable to react to this sudden proximity, held his breath trying to understand what was going on. Before he could think clearly again, he felt the hard and cold glass of the windows in his back, and the strong big hands of Wriothesley on his sides. For some reason, this didn't make him angry or feel cornered. Just the opposite, he was surprisingly enjoying the intimacy he suddenly found himself in. His pulse was racing and a heat he had never experienced before started to spread in his body. The audacity with which Wriothesley conquered his mouth, the dominance of his hands embracing his body, and the slight smell of tea coming from this man, made his mind go blank. There was no trace of reason left.
Slowly Wriothesley lifted his lips from Neuvillette's, without letting go of his tongue immediately, and looked deep into his mesmerizing eyes.
"Seems like the Professor has other interests besides work.. To me, it almost seems as if..", he sounded like he was searching for the right words, "you're actually enjoying what I am doing to you."
His voice was cocky and his breath hot. He had pushed his leg between Neuvillette's tights and was rubbing it slightly against his crotch.
"I have actually heard rumors." Gradually his voice became more and more teasing and he couldn't resist slowly licking over the soft lips in front of him. The wolf was too tempted to play with his prey.
Neuvillette was trying to think straight to give a smooth answer but he was too distracted by his own student.
"What.. kind.. of rumors..?"
"Rumors that the Professor is still a virgin and has no experience in sexual matters." Wriothesley breathed against his lips.
Neuvillette's eyes widened in surprise, while he blushed strongly.
"Who.. is saying such.. things..?"
Embarrassed of his own inexperience he averted his eyes sideways.
Wriothesely couldn't suppress a short smirk again.
"Heh. So I'm right. You're still untouched."
Softly he bit Neuvillette's lower lip before he lowered his head and started covering his neck in hot kisses. He felt the Professor's hand that pressed weakly against his chest, as if he were trying to find the willpower to free himself from Wriothesley. With his right hand, he grabbed Neuvillette's wrist and pressed it against the cold glass, while his left hand found its way to the majestic bulge in his crotch. Letting his hand run over it with pressure, he could hear a lovely moan escaping Neuvillette's mouth.
"Honestly.. your shyness is making my thoughts go wild. It's hard to not completely lose it."
With every word, Wriothesely's hot breath tickled the professor's neck and he shortly felt his teeth teasing the soft skin. For a moment he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation every touch sparked in his body.
Then, suddenly, without warning, he opened his eyes in resolve, and before his student could react nor say something, he turned the tables.
The dark-haired guy found himself pressed against the window with the beautiful man putting his arms around his hips and opening his belt. With the next blink of his eyes, his trousers were open and his hardness embedded in soft hands that were rubbing over it. It was impossible to not moan in surprise over this sudden change.
"I might be inexperienced, but by the Archons I am not shy." Neuvilette sounded suddenly strict, even dominant.
Wriothesley could feel his hot breath close to his ear and it sent a shiver running through his body. Now he was the one who was exposed at the window with his cock throbbing with need. Thankfully the lecture room was dark, so no one outside would easily spot them standing there.
The strong movement of pumping hands made him almost instantly lose his mind.
"Are you now at a loss of words? Because I am a virgin and..", Neuvilette briefly bit his ear, "working your dick in front of the whole city?"
Holy shit!
There was no chance that Wriothesley could hold back his excitement. He could feel how the quickly built up pressure was about to explode when unexpectedly the soft hands let go.
"What..? No!"
He looked back to Neuvillette in shock wanting to feel his hands again, giving him the release he was longing for.
"Shh.. Weren't you very eager to take my virginity just a moment ago?" There was no hint of shyness in Neuvillette's voice. On the contrary, he sounded teasing.
In the next moment Wriothesley's trousers slid to the floor completely and he could feel something hard press against his buttocks.
When did he..?!
Before he could even start thinking about how fast Neuvillette had opened his own trousers and freed his cock, two fingers were slid into his mouth teasing his tongue, while he felt the professor's hardness rub against his backside. This, all of this, was nothing Wriothesley could have ever imagined. He really had to give him credit for the surprise.
Eagerly he licked the fingers in his mouth and pressed his butt in Neuvillette's direction. He wanted to feel him so badly and get the release he had been so close to just seconds ago. Finally, his fingers left his mouth and gave him the possibility to say something.
"Please.. Professor.. I.. I can't wait. I need it!"
"So impatient."
Neuvillette didn't say anything more.
The next thing Wriothesley could feel was the hot cock of the professor that buried itself deep inside of him. The heat that spread throughout his body was so sudden that it made him moan loudly against the window.
"Oh shit! Ahh!"
"For a virgin.. hnng.. you fuck too well."
"I know how to put theory into practice."
Neuvillette didn't give him the chance to say anything further but started pounding inside him with steady and strong movements.
It was almost impossible for Wriothesley to even close his mouth because after every sensation that made him moan in lust another thrust followed. His own dick was twitching in anticipation of the coming release. The tip was already wet and more of his fluids flowed down his length. Due to the whole atmosphere, the location, and the strong, intense thrusts of Neuvillette, Wriothesley was losing control over his body faster than he was used to.
"I-I'm.. Com..ing!"
Barely able to say these words his cock burst all of his semen against the window he was being pressed against. The sensation of his orgasm spread like a sudden explosion through his whole body and made him tremble in arousal.
Wriothesley's flesh tightened so strongly around Nevuillette's dick that it was nearly impossible to delay his own orgasm any longer. He gave in to his strong urge, pressed himself deep, and pumped every single drop of his juice inside of the handsome man.
Breathing heavily both of them stood there, still connected through their love making, trying to calm down. Only slowly the professor stepped back, sliding out of his student.
Gradually Wriothesely got a grip of himself and straightened up.
"Holy fuck.. Professor! You really surpassed all of my wildest dreams!"
Neuvillette had to shortly clear his throat, with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Just call me Neuvillette."
His eyes were skimming the mess they had made on the floor when he suddenly noticed a small device that had slid out of Wriothesley's trousers.
"Oh! Seems like I didn't forget my phone after all. It was in my back pocket all along." The student's facial expression was cocky, just like his voice.
When he took his phone from the floor he noticed that the rain had stopped, which turned his cheeky grin into a soft smile and made him glance over to Neuvillette. He felt a warm pleasant feeling spread in his chest.
