A/N: This chapter takes off from where I left you in chap 12. Let me know what you think by leaving a comment! I hope you enjoy the chapter!


Ozzy felt the professor's moan vibrate against his lips, and he eagerly opened his mouth for him, tasting the saltiness that still lingered on his tongue. He sighed as he felt two strong hands come up to cup his cheeks, and he opened his legs wider, allowing the professor to sink his knees into the soft mattress between his thighs.

He gave a gentle squeeze of his cock with his hand, groaning as the professor tangled his claws into his curls and tugged his head back, before pulling him closer again and slipping his tongue around and over his.

Ozzy kept his hand still for a moment, enjoying the weight and the feeling of him throbbing in his palm. He would have been perfectly content to stay like this forever, but a gentle rock of Thrax's hips and an audible hiss rushing from his mouth between two wet, desperate kisses suggested that he didn't feel the same way.

Ozzy moved his hand, gliding it down the length of him in one smooth stroke, and the noise that spilled from the professor's mouth and into his own was enough to make that coil in his belly tighten again.

His fingers traced shapes along him, mapping him out; every curve and undulation and ridge. He was nothing like Ozzy had expected - smooth and thick where he had imagined him to be rough and slight - and warm, feverishly so, growing warmer by the second as Ozzy continued to run his fingers up and over him.

He still hadn't even seen him yet, not really, but that didn't matter right now. It was almost as if he didn't need to. Simply being able to feel how hard and wet and hot he was for him, to see how his eyelids fluttered with every stroke, to hear every soft, delicious sound that passed his lips, was more than enough.

There was a slight stutter in the glide of Ozzy's palm as he traced his hand back up, pushing upwards with his tongue to gently lick over his teeth. He took his time, circling his thumb around the head once or twice, before stroking down the length of his cock again, his fist now tight and demanding.

Thrax groaned around his tongue, low and needy, and he broke the kiss to nuzzle his face against Ozzy's jaw. "Fuck. Yes."

"Does that feel good?" Ozzy asked, genuine uncertainty in his tone, and the professor nodded slowly.

"Mhm… yeah, really good," he managed to reply, his voice barely more than a husky breath against his jaw. "Please… again," he begged, and Ozzy did, a slow, slick, deliberate drag of his hand, and Thrax cursed, rocking his hips forwards to grind into his palm.

He stilled for a moment, letting Ozzy find his grip again, before rolling his hips once more, and then another time after that, falling into a slow and lazy rhythm.

He pressed a kiss to Ozzy's jaw and then to his cheek, before taking hold of his chin to turn his head to face him.

He usually tried to avoid making eye contact during sex, thinking that it would make him look weak or vulnerable or overly sentimental, but when it came to Ozzy, those sorts of thoughts didn't even enter his mind.

The only thing on his mind right now was him; the way he made him feel every single second they were together; his kindness and understanding over everything Thrax did or said; the absolute trust he'd placed in him, despite the rocky start between them; the look in those gorgeous eyes of his as he gazed back at him now. Thrax was completely powerless before all of that. He felt himself getting pulled in by his gravity, and he willingly let it happen, allowing himself to get totally, utterly, lost in him.

In the past, Professor Roja had always just used sex as a way to blow off steam after a kill: a desperate attempt to rid himself of all those built up feelings of fear, guilt and self-hatred that followed after every body he took down.

He had never cared to make any real connections, viewing his partner in the same way he viewed his host: something to be used for his own selfish gain and quickly discarded. It was purely physical, a release, and there was never anything sentimental about it.

Yet, here he was, gazing into these dark, deep eyes before him as if he was going to drown in them, occasionally pressing kisses to Ozzy's plump cheek and letting waves of endless praise tumble past his lips and onto his skin.

Words about his appearance came easy, spilling out of his mouth like water over a cliff: pretty boy, beautiful, gorgeous, just look at you.

In these words, he felt safe. It was easy for him. However, they didn't even come close to what he actually wanted, no, needed to say to Ozzy: how much he'd done for him; how much better his life had been since they met; how much he fucking loved him, but, for some reason, he couldn't do it.

Last night, it had been easier, just as everything is when you're drunk. A deliciously dangerous cocktail of whiskey, yearning, anxiety and desire had loosened his tongue just enough to express some of how he felt, but now, in the sober light of day, with nothing to blame his 'weakness' on but himself, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't shake all those years of built-up pride and ego as easily as he wished he could, and he groaned into Ozzy's skin and mentally kicked himself for it.

He then felt Ozzy's palm press into his cheek, drawing him out of his spiralling thoughts. He lifted his head slightly to look down at him through the blur of his lashes, seeing two big, round eyes staring straight back at him.

Love. In abundance. They were practically brimming with it, flowing out of them like a warm, golden liquid, surrounding the professor in a soft embrace, and he started to feel all those tight, painful knots of worry and doubt inside his head untangle and smooth themselves out.

He smiled down at him and took a deep breath. "Ozzy… do you know how I…? No, you can't even begin to… I… You're so..."

He groaned again and buried his face back into the crook of Ozzy's neck, pushing his hands under his back to pull him closer. "I'm sorry..."

"Shh, everything's fine," Ozzy whispered, tracing his fingers across his back. "I'm right here, I've got you."

His hand gave a slow clench around his cock, and another moan was dragged out, long and breathy and cracking slightly at the end. Thrax then felt Ozzy wrap his arm around his shoulders, nudging his cheek with his own to get him to kiss him again. He's got me.

"You're safe."

Another subtle move of his hips, and the professor turned his head to press their lips together. They both quickly found their rhythm again, tongues washing over each other and bodies flowing as one. I'm safe.

Ozzy's eyelids fluttered open for a second when the professor deepened the kiss further, before he quickly forced them shut. This was definitely not how he had expected their first sexual encounter to be, but he was absolutely loving it, every single fucking second of it: the sound of Thrax moaning into his mouth over every stroke of his hand, all deep and throaty and rough; the way he was now cupping the sides of his jaw, silently asking him to open his mouth wider and claim even more of him; the feel of the head of his cock dragging over the skin of his belly, softly leaking his warmth onto his skin.

He felt the coil in his stomach tighten further, and he couldn't help how his hand reached down to wrap around his own cock. He moaned on an exhale and drifted his legs up, gently resting his heels on the small of Thrax's back.

The professor broke the kiss for a second and looked down at Ozzy, his eyes hazy and heavy-lidded. He rolled his gaze over his face, from those dark, perfectly-shaped brows of his, to the curls that stuck to his forehead with sweat, to the way his soft, full lips parted to let out a shuddering gasp as their cocks suddenly rubbed together.

"You're so pretty," Thrax whispered, before leaning down to suck a dark purple bruise on his neck. "So fucking beautiful."

"So are you," Ozzy replied, uncurling his fingers from around their cocks to press them both together. He ground his hips upwards, groaning over the sudden friction, before wrapping his hands around them both and gripping tight.

It was uncomfortable at first, with the professor having to arch his back to give Ozzy room to manoeuvre, but they eventually found their rhythm, a slow and languorous roll of their hips to grind against each other and into Ozzy's hands.

Thrax moved his claws down the sides of Ozzy's body, slowly dragging them over his skin as he went, before sliding them round to the back of his thighs and pressing his palms into the bend of his knees to hold his legs open.

They both groaned as he rubbed the base of his cock into the crease between Ozzy's legs, and Ozzy dug his heels into Thrax's back to lift his hips up and push against him harder.

Professor Roja tightened his grip on Ozzy's legs, rocking against him and dipping in for a kiss - wet, messy, desperate. His hips never faltered in their rhythm, but his movements were now clumsy and heavy as desire started to pool low in his stomach.

The bed was creaking beneath them, mixing with the sounds of them panting into each other's mouths and moaning around their tongues as the professor continued to desperately fuck into Ozzy's hand, his palm now slick from the precum dripping down over his knuckles.

Ozzy's back arched, pushing himself up into him and slotting their bodies together, the heat between them rising. "Cum on me," he whispered into his mouth, and the professor felt a throb of pure desire push its way through his entire body.

"You sure?" he asked, his brain melting, and Ozzy nodded, both of them moaning into the kiss as they continued to grind against each other.

It wasn't long before Thrax's moans died down into harsh gasps and groans, every sound more vulgar than the last. Ozzy felt the heat in his hands spike suddenly, and the professor's hips twitched, pressing into his hand one final time.

He came in long, drawn out waves, moaning Ozzy's name into his skin as his pleasure curled in on itself, spreading out from his core and working its way through him limb by limb, rippling over his body like a warm wave washing over the shore.

Ozzy felt his cock soften in his hands, still gently throbbing as his warmth continued to spill slowly over his belly.

After a few moments, he uncurled his fingers from around them both and lowered his pelvis back down on the bed below, exhaling sharply as the professor slumped down over him.

The skin between them was sticky and slick, but Ozzy couldn't care less, circling his arms around the professor's shoulders to run his fingers up and down his spine.

Their breathing came down together, slowly evening out as their muscles relaxed, and the professor nuzzled his face into Ozzy's neck. He pressed a kiss to his skin, sighing as he felt Ozzy's hands move downwards, gently drawing little patterns over the small of his back.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he mumbled, his voice weak, and Ozzy shook his head.

"No. I like it." He shifted a little, uncurling his legs from around the professor's waist and letting them fall to the side. "I like how close you are to me."

The professor grunted in response, his chest rising as he took in a shaky breath. Ozzy dropped a few kisses to his forehead and tightened his grip around his shoulders, humming into his skin. "Fuck," he breathed, running a hand through the professor's hair. "Is sex with another guy always that… amazing?"

The professor laughed loudly at that, and shook his head. "No, me and you just happen to be really fucking good at it."

"Right," he replied with a grin. "It's nothing like I imagined."

"Oh?" Professor Roja said, raising his head to look into Ozzy's eyes. "How did you imagine it to be?"

Ozzy blushed a bit, pushing the professor's face back down. "I dunno, I mean, it's not like I thought about it constantly," he mumbled, clearly a bit embarrassed. He buried his face into the professor's hair and inhaled, holding his scent in his nose for a moment before allowing himself to breathe out. "I dunno… it's just different."

"How so?"

"Hmm, it was so much more… gentle than I expected. Whenever I imagined us together, I always pictured it being way more aggressive. Like, less caring and more animalistic, I suppose."

"Oh, I mean, if you want, I can-"

"No, no. That's just what I thought I wanted, but you… it was…" He blushed harder and nuzzled into his hair, lowering his voice to a whisper. "It was nice. Really nice."

There was a moment of silence between them then, before Ozzy shifted underneath him and took in a deep breath. "Was it okay for you?"

The professor frowned and opened his eyes. "Of course it was. How could you think otherwise?"

"I dunno. I mean, we didn't end up… y'know, a-and I've never… I'm not very…" he stammered, suddenly interrupted by the professor pressing their lips together in silent affirmation, sweet and warm.

He broke away after a few seconds, his eyes hazy and heavy and honest. "Ozzy, it was perfect. So completely, utterly, fucking perfect. On every level, and in every way that could possibly ever matter, it was perfect."

Ozzy gave a small nod, and Thrax kissed him again, pressing the entire weight of his body down onto his, forgetting for a second how much bigger he was than him. He broke the kiss and smiled down at him, his eyes widening as soon as he saw the pained expression on his face.

"God, sorry," he said, reluctantly peeling himself off of him and lying down next to him on the bed. His eyes drifted downwards from Ozzy's face, getting stuck on his chest and stomach, and he raised an eyebrow. "Orange looks good on you, baby," he lulled, a smile spreading across his face. "But… I think you need another shower."

Ozzy laughed and turned onto his side to face him. "Not right now. I will in a bit, just gimme a minute." He shoved his cheek into the pillow and sighed contentedly. "Maybe it's weird to say this, but I kinda like how it feels."

"Hmm…" was all the professor said, reaching out a hand to drag his thumb across his chest and spread some of his cum over his skin. "It looks real fucking good on you."

Ozzy smirked. "Is it meant to be orange, though? Like, is that normal for you?"

The professor flicked his eyes back up to meet Ozzy's. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm not infected with anything."

"And… will this infect me in any way?" Ozzy asked quietly as he glanced down at himself, and the professor frowned.

"No, it's not infectious. Only my claw can do that."

"How can I know if you're tellin' me the truth or not?" Ozzy replied, looking back up at him with a small smile.

"Well, I guess you're just gonna have to trust me, aren't ya?"

Ozzy shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so." His smile broadened, and he shuffled closer to the professor, pressing his body to his. "God, this is so fucking weird."

"What is?" Professor Roja asked, breathing out a contented sigh.

"Lyin' here with you."

"Mhm? Is it a good weird?"

"Yeah, of course," Ozzy replied, frowning as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Everything with you is good."

The professor laughed at that, tracing his claws up and down Ozzy's bicep. "Well, not everything. I did make you cry once, remember?"

"Yeah, I know… but then you hugged me and made it all okay again."

"Mhm," the professor replied, taking in a deep breath. "Sorry about what I said back there, by the way. I honestly didn't mean a word of it."

Ozzy made a small grumbling sound in the back of his throat and buried his face into his chest. "Why didja say it, then?"

The professor sighed, planting a kiss on the top of Ozzy's head. "I was angry, both at you and at myself, over how you were making me feel, and the only way I knew how to deal with it was to push you away. I didn't really know much about you then, so I just chucked some words out at random hoping they'd strike a nerve, and, well, they did."

"Hm. Yeah, 'arrogant and moronic', if I remember correctly."

"Yep…" he replied, exhaling heavily. "Like I said, I really didn't mean it. You're the complete opposite of those things. Moronic is the very last word I'd use to describe you. You're by far the smartest person I know."

Ozzy opened his eyes and tilted his head back, a small smile forming on his face. "Even smarter than Drix?"

The professor smirked. "Yeah, but don't tell him I said that or he'll hurl himself off a ledge into Frank's stomach acid."

Ozzy laughed and pushed on the professor's chest to roll him onto his back. "Nah, Drix is all kinds of smart." He climbed onto his stomach and straddled his waist. "I would never have been able to ace that second class with you if it wasn't for him."

"Well… there are different ways of being smart, Ozzy," he replied, wrapping his hands around his thighs. "Okay, sure, Drix can probably memorise every single part of the structural organisation of the human body, but you… what you got can't be learned in any book."

"Street smarts, you mean?"

"Yeah, partly, but it's so much more than that. You're able to criticise your own environment and question everything that you've ever been told is 'correct' or 'normal'. You're incredibly perceptive, way more than anyone I've ever met."

Ozzy eyes widened slightly, and he took in a deep breath, before leaning down to press his cheek against the professor's chest. "Really?" he asked quietly, taking one of his braids in his hands and running it through the gaps between his fingers.

"Yeah, really. Also, circling back to me calling you 'arrogant', you didn't actually believe that did you?"

"Well, yeah."

"How could you possibly believe that about yourself? You're the least arrogant person in this whole body, Ozzy."

"How d'ya mean?"

"Well, try to think back to that day. Think about how you felt about me."

Ozzy inhaled sharply and frowned, burying his face into the professor's chest. "Mhm, you probably don't want me to do that."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind. I already know how much you hated me. It was because I was a virus, right?"

"Mhm," Ozzy replied, not raising his gaze. "I don't get how this proves your point."

"Well, you'd been conditioned to think that way. Your Mayor is one of the least sympathetic cells I've ever met when it comes to pathogens, and from the sound of it, your parents were pretty… closed-minded, too. Then on top of all that, you got taken in by the Chief of the fucking FPD as a young kid. You didn't stand a chance."

He looked down at Ozzy and placed a palm under his chin to make him lift his head and meet his gaze. "But… after hearing just a fraction of what a virus like me has to go through day-to-day, your whole world view changed. Just a few tiny pieces of information and the opinion of someone outside your small circle was enough to make you reflect on everything you've ever been taught. Do you understand how incredible that is?"

Ozzy shook his head, and the professor smiled, running his thumb along his jaw.

"I'm a virus, Ozzy. A big, scary, nasty virus with a massive fucking biological weapon at my constant disposal. I'm something that everyone, including your own biology, has always told you to fear and hate, and you did at first, but then you gave me a chance. You trusted me, listened to my side of the story, and tried your best to see things from my point of view. Very few people are able to be so open-minded and self-critical, even if they dedicate their whole lives to it."

He relaxed back into the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, pushing his hand through Ozzy's curls. "And, just think, you're able to do all of that at the age of eighteen. God, I can't wait to see what kind of things you're gonna achieve when you're older. You're gonna be fucking amazing, Ozzy."

Silence fell between them for a moment, until the professor heard Ozzy sniff quietly. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed, holding him against his chest for a moment and stroking up and down the nape of his neck, before rolling onto his side and dropping Ozzy back on the mattress.

Ozzy frowned as he watched him turn away from him and sit up on the bed. "Where are you going?" he asked, reaching out a hand to grab onto his thigh.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom to grab you a towel," the professor replied, gesturing towards Ozzy's stomach with his claw.

"Don't," Ozzy said, digging his nails into his skin. "Stay."

"Ozzy…"

"No, please, stay here a lil longer."

"It'll only take a couple of seconds."

"I don't care. I don't want you to go." He looked up at him and tightened his grip around his thigh, holding onto it as if it was a liferaft in the middle of an ocean. "Can you stay, please?"

"Ozzy, I'll be right back, I'm only gon-" the professor started to say, falling silent as soon as he saw the tears that clung to Ozzy's bottom lashes. He paused for a second, before taking in a deep breath and lying back down next to him. "I'll stay."

Ozzy nodded, before shoving his face into the crook of the professor's neck. "I'm sorry… I just… I don't want you to leave me."

The professor frowned and pushed Ozzy's hair back with his hand. "Why do you think I would ever leave you?"

"It's just… I've never had… you're so good to me, Thrax, and everything good in my life ends up leaving me in the end."

The professor opened his mouth to reply, but Ozzy lifted his head to look into his eyes, his brows firmly knitted together in the middle. "We're together now, here in this hotel room, but once we step outside those doors, it's all gonna be so much harder. We won't be able to be together as much as we want to in case they get suspicious, and that's gonna kill me."

"Oh, Ozzy," the professor whispered, his heart sinking at the sound of Ozzy's voice breaking towards the end of his sentence. He slipped his hand over his cheek and wiped away a tear, sighing heavily and forcing a smile. "You're right. We won't be able to see each other every second of the day, and it's gonna be hard, but I promise you, this thing between us will never be over."

"But… what if it gets too hard… a-and you have to leave me? What if they find us? What if they-"

"Shh," the professor interrupted, smoothing Ozzy's hair back with his hand again. "It won't ever get so hard that I give up on this, Oz. I'll find a way to make it work."

Ozzy sniffed, a few more tears pooling at his waterlines. "How can you be so sure?"

"I'm gonna take care of everything, okay? It's gonna be fine. But you've gotta promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Believe me when I tell you that I will never, ever leave you. Can you do that for me?"

Ozzy nodded, and the professor smiled, dipping his head to press their lips together. How could you possibly think I'd ever leave you?

He slipped his tongue past his teeth and moved his hands down over his shoulders, gently pushing him to roll onto his back. Don't you know that every breath aches when you're not with me?

He kneeled back down between Ozzy's legs and brushed his lips against the sensitive spot on his neck, drawing a small gasp out of him as he gently sucked at his skin. That I'd rather die than lose you?

He left a small kiss on the bruise he'd made, before working down towards his chest, raining wet kisses across his skin. He felt Ozzy's hand in his hair then, guiding his mouth towards his nipple, and he swirled his tongue around him, humming into his skin and wrapping his hands around his waist.

Ozzy's body arched upwards against his hands as soon as he felt his tongue on him, but Thrax held him down, keeping him in place as he circled his tongue around him a few more times. Don't you know the lengths I'd go to just to be with you?

He worked his way down further, kissing around the dry patches of orange on his belly until he'd reached the soft curve of his stomach below his navel. He nuzzled against his hip bone and let a long, heavy breath travel over his skin. Don't you know the things I'd do for you?

He slowly slid a hand around the back of Ozzy's knee and down over his thigh, skimming his skin with his fingertips as they made their way towards the space between his legs. Obviously you don't. If you even knew the half of it, you'd be scared. You'd be fucking terrified.

He nuzzled into the crease where his thigh meets his body, dragging the flat side of his claw over the sensitive skin between his legs. You're everything to me, and I'm not gonna let them stand in the way of us, I give you my word.

"I love you," he whispered, and Ozzy blinked his eyes open, peering down at him through wet lashes.

"What did you-"

"I love you," Thrax repeated, slightly louder this time, his gaze rolling up over Ozzy's body to meet his eyes, mindlessly rubbing his thumb over the sensitive spot between his thighs.

Ozzy's eyes widened slightly, and he pushed himself up onto his elbows. "I love you too," he said plainly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

They gazed at each other for a moment, repeating what the other one had just said over and over in their heads, until Ozzy's eyelids fluttered shut as he felt the pass of the professor's hand between his thighs. He sighed and spread his legs wider, tilting his hips to press harder into his hand.

He let his head fall back down onto the pillow, and Thrax pressed his lips to the inside of his thigh, leaving lingering, heavy kisses on his skin.

"Roll over," he uttered, his voice a low, smoky caress, and Ozzy lifted his head again to look at him with a puzzled expression.

"What about the shee-," he tried to respond, but any further protest was cut off by the professor grabbing onto his hips and pushing him onto his stomach.

"I don't care about the sheets," he whispered, pressing a kiss to his lower back. "I only care about you."

He placed his hands on his hips again to pull them back, directing him onto his knees. "I want to taste every inch of you…"

He drifted his lips past the small of his back, over his tail bone, and down some more, pressing kiss after kiss to his skin as he went. "I want you to know how much you mean to me…"

He pressed his tongue to the back of his thigh and dragged upwards, licking a long, thick stripe over his skin. He felt Ozzy shiver under his touch, and took a firm hold of his hips, digging his claws in. "I wanna make you feel so damn good, that even too much isn't enough."

He nuzzled his face into the space between his thighs and flicked him once with his tongue, curious to see what his reaction would be.

"Ah… Thrax…" Ozzy breathed out, his voice weak, shifting his knees further apart to invite the professor to do it again. He then felt the tip of his tongue circle around him - a small movement - but still enough to drag a moan out of him and force him to arch his back.

"G-God…" he whispered into the sheets, letting his body relax again. "I've never… no one's ever…"

"I know," Thrax replied, pressing a few kisses to the back of his thigh. "You're mine."

He drifted his lips up over his skin again, before burying his face back to where they both wanted him, whispering something incoherent on a heavy exhale of breath. He curled his claws around his hips to hold him firmly in place, before spreading him open with his thumbs and dragging his tongue over him in one long, broad stroke.

Ozzy moaned low, clutching at the sheets by his head and shuddering as the sensation travelled through his hips, down his thighs, over his lower back, and across his entire body after every slow drag of his tongue.

He pushed his hips up and back against him, spreading his legs wider as he moaned his name, a filthy, guttural sound deep in the back of his throat. A sound that probably would have embarrassed him if he were with anyone else, but here in this hotel room, shame and doubt and uncertainty didn't exist.

They were just abstract concepts to him now, a distant, hazy memory of how other people had previously made him feel.

He pressed his cheek into the sheets and let his muscles relax, giving himself over to the professor, feeling him all over his body like a fever. He was in his veins, at the end of every nerve, spreading through him and over him and into him, moulding himself to him, becoming one with him.

He turned his head slightly to glance over his shoulder, his heart fluttering in his chest as soon as he saw the expression on his face; eyes shut, brow furrowed in concentration, a lock of his hair hanging messily over his forehead, and one hand closed around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself as he continued to drag his tongue over Ozzy again and again.

"I love you," Ozzy whispered between heavy breaths, and Thrax opened his eyes - dark and half-lidded and absolutely brimming with desire - and suddenly, nothing else existed outside of each other.

In that second, what was happening between them wasn't sexual. It was spiritual. The meeting of two souls, surrounding and sinking deeper into each other, intertwining in such a way that would be impossible to untangle.

Ozzy stretched a hand out behind him, flopping it down onto the sheets by his knee, and the professor reached over to greet it with his own. He rubbed his thumb over the side of his palm, before guiding his hand around to Ozzy's cock and forcing him to wrap his fingers around it.

"Touch yourself," he whispered into his skin, placing his own hand back onto Ozzy's hip to hold him steady. "I want to see how you touch yourself over me. How you sound when you cum thinking about me."

He swept over him with his tongue again, not giving him time to protest, and Ozzy did as he was told, gripping tight around his cock and moaning Thrax's name.

He buried his face into the sheets, pushing his hips back further as he felt his tongue swirl around him again. He let out a choked whine, and Thrax pressed harder with his tongue, sending vibrations through Ozzy's whole body as he shamelessly moaned into his skin.

Ozzy was a complete mess by now, throbbing and leaking into the sheets below, his hand clumsy around himself as he thoughtlessly, wordlessly moaned his pleasure into the mattress, and the professor was no different, allowing himself to be as loud and messy as possible.

"God, I love how you look," he growled, pulling away for a second to watch how a patch of sunlight hit the freckled expanse of Ozzy's back, dipping into and around the curve of his waist. "I wish you could see yourself, baby."

He spread him wider with his thumbs and allowed his tongue to wash over him again, feeling his own cock throb as Ozzy moaned his name again and pushed his hips back further against him.

Thrax reached a hand around and curled his fingers on top of Ozzy's, matching his rhythm and adding even more pressure. He circled his thumb where he was most sensitive, and Ozzy gasped, keeping the image of Thrax in his mind as he stroked himself, the idea of his tongue and mouth and hands surrounding him like an ocean, claiming him, making him his.

"God, Ozzy," Thrax whispered as Ozzy's noises quickened, turning from soft moans to filthy grunts of his name. He could feel the heat rising up in Ozzy's body, the way his thighs clenched as they tried to push themselves together, but Thrax simply tightened his grip and forced them apart, pressing into him with his tongue until the only thing that Ozzy could do was cry out and take it.

He suddenly jerked his hips forwards and away from Thrax's mouth, moaning a muffled word into the sheets as he fucked into them, something that sounded like a mix of Thrax and sir and yes. He spilled out over the bed, a molten wave of pleasure rolling up his spine, and all Thrax could do was watch.

Everything about it was intoxicating : the way his orgasm dragged out, seemingly endless, leaving him still churning his hips shallowly into the bed; how his entire body was flushed a light shade of purple, dark in all the places that mattered; the way his fingers clenched and his toes curled around the sheets as the aftershocks continued to shudder through him.

A few moments passed, and Ozzy flopped his entire body down onto the bed, his limbs soft and lazy. He clumsily threw an arm behind him, and Thrax took his hand in his own, coming over to lie next to him.

"You okay, baby?" he asked quietly, and Ozzy gave a small nod, blinking his eyes open to look into the professor's.

"Yeah, fuck," he whispered on an exhale, smiling weakly and squeezing his hand. "It's never… ever … been like that."

The professor turned his head slightly as a sheepish grin spread across his face, accompanied by a dark blush.

They lay in silence for a while, just allowing their breathing to return to normal. The professor felt himself start to drift off, when Ozzy's fingers gently swiped across his forehead and down over one of his cheekbones.

"You're so pretty."

The professor laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "You think so?"

"Mhm," Ozzy replied with a small nod, trailing his fingers across his bottom lip. "I've always thought so. Don't you remember when I walked into our very first class and stood there in front of everyone, just starin' atcha?"

"Oh, I thought that was because you hated me."

"Um, well it was a bit, but it was also because I liked how you looked. Especially your eyes… and your smile."

The professor's face lit up at that. "You like my smile?"

"Yeah, I love it. It's so… I dunno, charismatic, I guess."

"Oh, I'll hold off on getting braces, then."

Ozzy slowly rolled onto his side, groaning over how sensitive everything still was. "Oh God, definitely. I had braces for two whole years when I was a kid, they're awful! The dentist gives you this huge list of shit you can't eat anymore, and you've gotta go back there every month to get them tightened. Nah, don't put yourself through it man. It ain't worth it."

The professor smiled, and Ozzy mirrored him, walking two fingers up over his shoulder. "See, you're perfect without braces."

There was a brief pause then, before the professor lightly pushed on Ozzy's chest with his hand. "So, it was love at first sight, then?"

"What, with you?"

"Mhm."

Ozzy furrowed his brow, dropping his arm back onto the bed in front of him. "Uhm, not exactly. I definitely had strong feelings towards you, no doubt about that, but I don't think it was love, at least, not at first. It took me a while to really… understand what I was feeling, to be honest."

He saw a flicker of sadness in Thrax's eyes then, and lowered his gaze. "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry. I was just kidding before."

There was another moment of silence, before Ozzy prodded him on the chest and asked, "can we go take a shower?"

The professor smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure. Do you want me to carry you?"


"So, where are we going?" Ozzy asked cheerfully, peering up at the professor as they walked out of the front doors of the hotel.

"I don't know, wherever you like. The bus doesn't leave until 4:30pm, so we've got all the time in the world, baby. Is there anything you wanna do?"

"Um… there's another talk at 10am with Cornea U, right? Should we go to that?"

The professor clicked his tongue. "Hmm, nah. There's no way we're going to that."

"Why not?"

"The talk is two and a half hours long, and it's always about the most boring crap. Besides, you already know everything they're gonna talk about. It's basically an overview of the areas that surround the hypothalamus. Y'know, the places I showed you yesterday."

"Oh, right. The Supercalifragilistic Nucleus."

The professor huffed out a laugh and nudged Ozzy's shoulder with his own. "Yeah, exactly." God, how is he always so fucking cute?

He gazed down at him for a moment as they continued walking, taking in a deep, shaky breath. The shirt he'd bought for him was somehow even smaller than the one he'd ripped off him last night, stretched so tight over his chest that it looked like it was about to tear on its own any second.

It also happened to be thin, extremely thin, the white fabric pressing to every part of his chest, stomach and back as if it had been painted on.

"Fuck," the professor muttered under his breath, feeling as the heat curled low in his stomach. He then let his eyes drift lower, landing on the other item of clothing he'd bought for him that morning; a pair of light blue, denim shorts, the ripped hem pressing tight to the crease between his ass and his thighs.

The professor shook his head, desperately trying to resist the urge to reach out and grab him in the middle of the street. God, those shorts seemed like such a good idea earlier. How the hell was I supposed to know they'd make his ass look like that!?

They continued walking, throwing out various ideas about what they could do that day, when the professor suddenly spotted something to his left. He smirked to himself, before glancing over his shoulder to check that there was no one about and pulling Ozzy into a narrow alleyway off to the side.

"What are you-" Ozzy started to ask, gasping sharply as he was suddenly forced back against the wall.

"Shh, they'll hear us."

The professor smiled and dropped his head to press their lips together, taking hold of Ozzy's wrists to pull his arms around his neck. His hands roamed downwards, stopping as soon as they reached Ozzy's shorts, and he grabbed his ass and pulled him in hard.

And Ozzy moaned, way too loudly, but right now Thrax couldn't find it in himself to care.

So he did it again, squeezing hard on his flesh and rolling his tongue over his as if he were still drunk, but Ozzy managed to hold it in this time, allowing only the teeniest tiniest whimper to escape, and even though Thrax knew why he had, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

The pressure between his legs was unbearable, and he ground his crotch against Ozzy's stomach to try and relieve himself of it, but this only encouraged Ozzy to snake his hand down and rub his palm against the front of his jeans.

"God, shit," Thrax whispered between messy, hungry kisses. "You drive me… fucking insane… You want to get me caught… don'tcha? You want them to hear me… find me like this…?"

Ozzy laughed against his mouth, but his laughter quickly melted into a low groan as he felt Thrax curl his hands around the backs of his thighs and hoist him up the wall. "No…" he breathed between two kisses, wrapping his legs around his waist. "What I really want… is you… in my mouth," and with that, everything suddenly stopped between them as the professor pulled away.

He stilled for a second, just staring at him with wide eyes as his mind spun at a million miles an hour. The look on Ozzy's face was almost frightening, biting his bottom lip as the corners of his mouth curved upwards into a smile that could only be described as demonic, his eyes overflowing with desire, and the professor had absolutely no idea how his own legs hadn't given out yet.

Divine intervention, perhaps? Maybe he was religious after all.

"Ozzy… did you… you wanna… really?" he stammered, the last word muffled by Ozzy's lips as he pulled him back into a kiss, nodding his head in affirmation. The professor groaned, pressing him hard against the wall and grinding his crotch against Ozzy's ass through his jeans.

"If anyone finds us… you better tell them that it was all your idea," he hissed, taking a step backwards with Ozzy still in his arms.

Ozzy laughed at that, gripping tight onto Thrax's shoulders as he carried him towards a dark corner of the alleyway. "I'm sure they'll believe that," he whispered, groaning again as the professor squeezed hard on the backs of his thighs to push a dumpster aside with his shoulder, holding Ozzy's weight all too easily.

"Fuck, you're strong."

"Nah, you're just tiny."

"Shut up."

Thrax laughed quietly, dropping Ozzy to his feet and pushing him against the wall again, but Ozzy grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him hard, forcing him back against the wall on the other side.

He stood on his tip toes and kissed him, all teeth and tongue and want, his hands roaming over Thrax's face, chest, stomach, thighs. He brought his hands back up and sunk his fingers into his hair, pulling his head back hard to expose his neck to him.

He pressed his tongue to the front of his throat, dragging up in a long, thick stripe, feeling the vibration as the professor moaned low and wrapped his claws around his waist. He moved his head around to the side of his neck and nipped at his skin with his teeth a few times, leaving tiny red marks all over him. "I've wanted to do this to you… for so long," he whispered, lowering a hand over the professor's shoulder towards the armband tied around his bicep.

His fingers fiddled clumsily with the knot for a few seconds before he managed to undo it, and he threw it to the ground in a crumpled heap, kicking it away with his shoe.

"Ozzy, don't! What if they-" but any further protest was cut off by Ozzy pulling him down by his shirt collar into a heated kiss.

"I don't give a shit about them," Ozzy growled, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to Thrax's. "I love you, and I'm not gonna let them do this to you anymore."

He kissed him again, lowering his hands to the hem of his shirt to start undoing his buttons one by one. "Insulting you… degrading you… reducing you to nothin' but a filthy criminal."

He grew impatient and ended up ripping his shirt open, rewarded with acres upon acres of chest. "That bullshit ain't gonna happen no more, you got that?" he said, more of an order than a question, and he flicked his eyes up to meet the professor's, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

Thrax nodded, and Ozzy rolled onto his tip toes again and pressed his lips to his.

There's a good boy.

He ran his fingers through his hair, while the professor's hands found themselves on Ozzy's shorts again, grabbing onto him to pull him closer. Ozzy broke the kiss to press his lips to his chest, and Thrax moaned - a soft, secret sound reserved just for him.

Thrax leaned his head back against the wall behind him, shutting his eyes and smiling to himself as he felt Ozzy's hot tongue skim along his skin, circling around his nipple a few times before sucking gently. Shit, he really is a fast learner.

He lowered his hands to his belt and clumsily fiddled with the buckle to undo it, the metallic sound cutting into the small, soft noises of Ozzy's mouth as he continued to curl his tongue over and around him.

They heard the sound of Thrax's jeans hitting the ground then, and Ozzy brought a hand down to gently rub his thumb over the head of his cock. He was already wet, and hot, so very hot, and Ozzy smeared the precum over the head with his thumb, letting a soft moan drag over his skin as he pressed kiss after kiss to his chest.

He brought his hand up for a second and licked a wide stripe over his palm, before lowering it again and curling his fingers around his cock. He gave him a squeeze, stroking once, twice, three times, and Thrax's hips rolled forwards, letting out a noise that was definitely too loud.

He clamped his hand over his mouth, and Ozzy laughed, absolutely loving the fact that it was because of him that he had to do that; touching him so good that even the threat of getting caught by the fucking immunity force wasn't enough to keep him quiet.

He mouthed down the soft skin of his belly, leaving embers in his wake, and sank to his knees between the professor's legs. His hands spread over his thighs, fingers whisper-soft and adoring as he pushed his legs further apart with his palms.

He closed his eyes, nose nuzzling into the base of his cock, before pulling back to leave a kiss on the inside of his thigh - all teeth and need and want - feeling something worshipful tug at his heart as he opened his eyes to see the professor gazing down at him with those gorgeous eyes of his - dark and heavy and brimming with nothing but love.

Their gaze got stuck on each other, and Ozzy's hands untangled themselves from Thrax's thighs to wrap his fingers at the base of him. He was fucking huge, so much so that Ozzy couldn't even get his fingers to meet his thumb, and suddenly he wasn't feeling as confident as he had done a few moments ago.

He moved back slowly, not breaking eye contact as he rubbed his cheek up the side of his length. He gave a squeeze with his hand and turned his head slightly to trail his lips over his skin, soft and open and glistening, and Thrax had to bite down on one of his claws just to prove to himself that this was really, actually happening.

Ozzy stopped at the head, just letting it rest against the corner of his open mouth for a second, breathing onto it as a small bead of precum smeared itself over his cheek.

Thrax stared down at him: at his lips, all bruised and bitten and beautiful; at the adorable, purple blush spread across his cheeks; at the way his chest steadily rose and fell as he took a heavy breath; at his eyes, so…

Wait.

Thrax furrowed his brow as he saw something briefly flicker in those dark eyes of his, something that looked like a mix of confusion and worry and doubt, and he brought a hand down to stroke him on the cheek. "You okay, Oz?"

"Yeah, I just… I dunno," Ozzy mumbled, nuzzling into his palm. "I guess I felt confident a minute ago, but then I saw you, and…I've never actually… You're so good at everything… and I'm… I don't wanna disappoint you."

Thrax softened his expression and thumbed at his cheek for a second. "You could never disappoint me, Ozzy."

"Can you… show me what to do?" he asked innocently, and the professor's eyes widened.

Oh.

"Uhm, yeah. All you've gotta do is just… kinda… use your…" God, am I really about to teach him how to suck me off?! This definitely isn't on the approved first-year syllabus.

He sighed and rubbed Ozzy's cheek as he nuzzled against the head of his cock, looking up at him as if he was waiting for him to start a class. He could see that he wanted it, wanted it so fucking badly, more than he had ever seen anyone want anything before, and who was Professor Roja to deny him?

Oh, what the hell. I guess he might as well learn something on this trip. I am his teacher, after all.

He pushed his fingers through Ozzy's hair and guided his head to the base of him again. "Start there," he ordered, making sure to keep his voice soft and reassuring. "You don't need to go crazy with it, just kiss it, or use your tongue. Just whatever feels good to you. This isn't only about me."

Ozzy nodded against him and kissed him once, shutting his eyes as he opened his mouth to gently press his tongue to him.

"Yeah, just like that. You can even move your tongue around if you wa-" Thrax started, his words falling into a soft moan as Ozzy did just that, licking a stripe up the length of his cock and sliding it around him in circles.

"Shit… yeah… good."

He moved over and under and above him, the flat of his tongue pressing hard to his skin, all hot and soft and wet and messy. It felt good, even better when he looked up into his eyes, and the professor had to bite down on his claw again to stop the waves of praise from spilling out of his mouth.

"Is it that good?" Ozzy whispered with a grin, and Thrax nodded, the heat pooling low in his belly as he watched Ozzy move back and open his mouth around him, just letting the head of his cock sit on his tongue.

"Y-you don't have to," Thrax breathed, his mind fracturing from his body and a quiet prayer slipping out of his mouth as Ozzy took him in, barely past the head, but even just the sight of it was enough to make the professor's stomach clench.

It was erotic, pornographic, and downright obscene to behold: the way he was sitting on his knees, his plush thighs spread wide open and his shorts pressed painfully tight to his skin; how wide he had to open his mouth just to get some of him in, not even a quarter of the way down yet; the soft moans that vibrated along his cock as Ozzy lowered his mouth further; how hard he was trying, how much he wanted it.

God, if you could just SEE yourself right now.

Ozzy pressed his tongue to the underside of his cock and relaxed his jaw, pulling back slightly before pushing down further, and the professor felt his knees go weak.

He leaned more of his weight on the wall behind him, tilting his head back and burying his claws in Ozzy's hair, his throat feeling like sandpaper from keeping all the noises and compliments and moans he wanted to make locked inside him.

"Good… you're doing so good," he whispered, drowning in the feeling of Ozzy's mouth around him, so soft and gentle, yet hot and demanding. He curled his hand around the nape of his neck to pull him closer, and Ozzy dug his nails into his thighs as he felt his cock hit the back of his throat.

"Sorry… I didn't… sorry." Thrax stroked the back of his neck and looked down at him with an apologetic smile. "You just… have no idea how good… you're making me feel," he said, his voice all low and breathy and oh so loving, and he knew then - the way Ozzy's eyelids fluttered and his mouth relaxed around him again - he fucking knew what that tone was doing to him.

He brought his hand around to cup his cheek and wiped a tear away from the corner of his eye with his thumb, and Ozzy's response was to make everything as soft and wet as he could, his tongue a relentless wave crashing against him as he pushed down further with his mouth.

"Ohh… good boy," Thrax whispered, stroking his cheek. "You're doing so fucking well… making me feel so good… always so fucking good to me."

And Ozzy drank it all up, every single word, staring into Thrax's eyes and feeling the hot slide of him down his throat, the love that dripped down their connection.

His head swam with him. Everything he smelled, tasted, touched was him, his mind soaked in the white noise of Thrax's gasps and moans slipping in between whispers of "more… more… good… fuck… yes."

Ozzy swallowed around him, messy and desperate and purposeful, wanting nothing other than to make Thrax feel better than he ever had in his entire life. Every little motion pulled out a different sound from his throat, and the corners of Thrax's vision began to shimmer like hot summer air over a lake.

He groaned again, Ozzy's name lodged deep inside his throat, on the end of his tongue, burned into his brain and along every nerve ending as he bit down hard onto his bottom lip to hold back a scream.

He rolled forwards with his hips, and Ozzy's fingers dug into the meat of his thighs, and Thrax had really meant to give a warning, but when he came into his mouth, all he managed was a sharp tug of his hair and a loud groan of his name, uttered like a fucking prayer.

When his vision finally returned to him, he loosened the claws that were still tangled up in Ozzy's curls, bringing both hands to his jaw. "Don't… don't swallow yet," he whispered, gently stroking along his skin. "Open your mouth for me."

Ozzy hesitated for a beat, his head fuzzy like cotton wool, but he did as he was told, and the professor breathed in.

You, he thought, combing a hand through Ozzy's hair. You have no idea the lengths I'd go for you. The things I'd do for you.

"I love you," he breathed, pressing a little drop of cum back into Ozzy's mouth with his thumb. "I fucking love you."

He pushed Ozzy's jaw shut and slid down the wall to the ground, and Ozzy felt two strong arms pulling him into his chest. Hands were on his face then, brushing his curls back and wiping the tears at the corners of his eyes, before the professor's mouth slotted with his, a kiss so sweet and warm, and with so much affection that it made Ozzy want to fucking cry.

Thrax took his time with it, exploring his mouth until they were breathing the same air, until he could map it out in his sleep, kissing like a man drowning in the ocean, the ocean of him.

Ozzy made a little broken sound with his mouth, a mix of a grunt and a moan, and the professor pulled away to hold him to his chest for a moment. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Ozzy," he whispered, his voice cracking a little towards the end. "I won't ever let anything happen to you. Do you hear me?"

Ozzy nodded and buried his face into the skin of his chest, clutching onto the fabric of the professor's shirt that he'd never managed to fully take off. After a few more seconds, he swallowed thickly and coughed, his throat still feeling sticky and full. "I'm thirsty," he uttered, tilting his head to look up at Thrax. "Can we go get something to drink?"

The professor smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to Ozzy's cheek. "I know a cute little café nearby. My treat. What d'ya say?"