"Where in Frank have you been?" Drix yelled across the crowd of students, and Ozzy froze in place, a wave of panic spiking through him.

Shit. Fuck. Balls. He saw me.

He turned around and forced a smile, watching with dread as Drix pushed his way past a few confused students to get to him. He shuffled awkwardly in place, darting his eyes about as he looked for a way to escape, should things get ugly.

He had hoped that he would be able to blend into the crowd of students without anyone noticing or commenting on the fact that he'd been gone these last 24 hours. Professor Roja seemed to have managed it just fine, and he was nearly 7 feet tall and bright red, for Frank's sake.

But alas, Drix had spotted Ozzy straight away, and all Ozzy could do was watch as he pushed past the last couple of students and stilled just in front of him.

Drix raised his hands to his hips and arched an eyebrow as he waited for Ozzy to start explaining himself, not even attempting to hide the anger he was feeling towards him.

Ozzy stared up at him for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say, before throwing his hands in the air and forcing a huge smile. "Drips! I'm so glad to see ya! How've ya been, buddy?"

Drix frowned, his jaw clenching as he tried to fight back the urge to grab Ozzy by the scruff of his neck and hurl him into the nearest wall. "How have I been?! I've been worried sick! I had no idea where you were!"

Ozzy frowned back at him, feigning ignorance. "What d'ya mean? Didn't you get my text last night?"

"Oh, that one about you spending the night with a girl? Yes, I got it, but what about the-"

"Ah! So you did know where I was!" Ozzy interrupted, prodding Drix on the chest with a finger.

The line between Drix's eyebrows deepened, and he leaned in closer, towering over Ozzy and making him feel like he was no more than 1 micrometre tall. "No. In fact, I had no idea where you were. Simply telling me that you're 'with a girl' in a body made up of 78 trillion cells doesn't narrow it down much, Ozzy."

"But-"

"Did you not see all my follow-up texts asking where her flat was, or asking for her name, or where you were all day, or if you were even coming back with us today?"

Ozzy slowly shook his head and took his phone out of his pocket. "No, I didn't."

"She could have been anybody, and you just went home with her without telling anyone. Then you were gone all day, and once again without saying a word or even replying to a single one of my messages."

Ozzy's expression softened as he saw all the texts and missed calls from Drix on his phone, the latest one from just a few minutes ago, begging for him to please let him know if he was alright.

"You can't just disappear like that and not expect me to worry about you!" Drix said, a mix of anger and relief and disappointment lacing his voice, and Ozzy left his phone in his pocket and looked back up at him.

"Yeah, you're right. I shoulda replied to you. I'm sorry. If it'd been the other way around I'da been worried sick."

He reached out with both arms and grabbed Drix by the shoulders to pull him into a hug, pressing his cheek to his chest. "Sorry, bud."

Drix stiffened for a second, before letting out a long sigh and wrapping his arms around Ozzy. "It's okay, Jones."

"Do you forgive me?"

"Yes, of course. Just… don't do it again."

"I won't."

"Good."

They stayed like this for a few seconds, ignoring all the whispering, gossipy voices around them, before Ozzy squeezed him tight and let go. He stepped back and shoved his hands back into his pockets, looking down at the ground as he mumbled a quiet, "thanks."

Drix cocked his head. "What for?"

"For being my friend."

"Oh."

Drix sighed, allowing a small smile to creep across his face. "You don't make it easy sometimes."

"But at least it's never boring havin' me around, eh?" Ozzy replied, looking back up at him with a grin.

"Yep. There's never a dull moment with you. You wouldn't allow it, even if I begged."

Ozzy laughed softly, and he took a step closer to nudge Drix in the side. "So, you had fun with Sam last night?"

Drix let out a small laugh and nodded. "Yes, he actually managed to get me to enjoy myself, despite the soul-consuming worry I was feeling over the fact that you might be dead."

"Pfft," Ozzy replied, rolling his eyes. "No need to be so dramatic."

"Hm. Anyway, yes, we had fun. It reminded me a bit of those sleepovers you and I used to have when we were children."

"Aw," Ozzy replied, his smile growing. "I'll have to get to know Sam a lil better. He seems nice."

"He is, and I'd like that."

They smiled at each other for a second, before Drix spoke up again as he remembered something. "Oh, before I forget, I have your bag. You left it in our room last night."

He opened his own bag and pulled out Ozzy's small, yellow rucksack, and Ozzy snatched it out of his hand and thanked him, opening the zip to check that all of his stuff was still there.

"You didn't look inside, right?"

"No, not really. But now I'm intrigued. What do you have in there?"

"Nothin', mind your own business," Ozzy replied quickly, and Drix smirked and leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a husky whisper.

"I did happen to notice, however, that you didn't take your pyjamas with you. Must have been a fun night."

Ozzy laughed and pushed on Drix's chest with his hand as he slid his rucksack over one shoulder. "Shut up, you. And yeah, it was fun."

"Yes, I can tell that from your outfit," Drix added, arching an eyebrow as he eyed Ozzy up and down.

Ozzy blushed and looked down at himself, having completely forgotten about the clothes that Professor Roja had bought for him. "Oh, uh, shit." He paused for a second as his mind scrambled to try and find a believable excuse. "I musta put her clothes on by mistake, hah. Silly me."

Drix tutted, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "You always amaze me, Jones. Don't you feel embarrassed walking around like that?"

Ozzy looked back up at him, subconsciously pulling at the hem of his shorts as he mumbled, "well I didn't until you commented on it."

"Mhm…" was all Drix said in response, rolling his gaze back down to Ozzy's thighs. His eyes got stuck there for a second, and he frowned when he noticed all the bruises and scratch marks covering his skin. Oh my Christ. Where could he have gotten tho-

"So, did you have fun?" Ozzy asked, interrupting Drix's train of thought and making him raise his eyes to meet his again.

"Yeah, I did."

"What was your favourite part?"

"Good question. I mean, it was all incredibly fascinating, but I reckon my favourite part was probably the suprachiasmatic nucleus."

He floated slightly closer, raising his hands in excitement and letting a huge grin spread across his face. "Ozzy, you simply must see this place someday. It's this big room full of clocks that regulate Frank's circadian rhythm. I just know that you're going to love it!"

Ozzy pursed his lips together in an attempt to stop them curving upwards into a smile. "Oh, yeah, that sounds cool. Shame I missed that, huh?"

"You missed so much, Ozzy. We will have to come back up here one of these days, just me and you. I'll show you everything."

Ozzy allowed himself to smile then. "Sounds like a plan, bud."

Drix smiled back at him and ruffled his hair with his hand, playfully pushing on his head and laughing when Ozzy used all of his strength to push him back.

"God, you're annoyin'."

"I'm annoying? Pot kettle black, much."

"I literally have no idea what that means," Ozzy mumbled back, fiddling with his hair to try and make it go back to how he had it before.

"It means that you're… oh never mind. By the way, I meant to tell you. I'll be sitting with Sam again on the way back. I asked the trip leader about switching seats to be able to sit with you, but apparently a single seat switch would be far too difficult to organise," he muttered, annoyance lacing his voice. "I tried to argue my case to her, but she was having none of it. I guess that means that you'll be stuck at the front with Professor Roja again."

Ozzy's eyes widened a little at that, but he quickly frowned and drew in a breath to hide how he really felt. "Ah, oh well. It's fine, don't sweat it. Roja ain't so bad, really," he said, glancing over to look at the professor by the bus door. It was only supposed to be for a second, and maybe it actually was, but for Ozzy it felt as though time suddenly… stopped.

He roamed his eyes up his body, over all those contrasting soft curves and sharp angles, the lush ripples of fabric over obvious strength, his golden eyes gleaming as brightly as ever behind his glasses, and Ozzy breathed in sharply as he tried to calm the rising urge to force his way through the crowd of students and push his fingers through that messy hair of his and pull him down into a kiss. "He's nice, y'know, when you get to know him."

"Yeah, you two seem… close," Drix said in a low voice, and Ozzy snapped his head around to look at him with wide, startled eyes.

"We're not close. Why do you think we're close? We're not close."

"Okay, if you say so. You just seemed close."

"Well, we're not, okay?" Ozzy hissed, his eyebrows drawing together in a frown.

"Okay, okay! I heard you loud and clear the first time. No need to get upset."

There was a silence between them then, awkward and long and difficult to break. Ozzy shifted slightly where he stood, and after the silence had stretched unbearably, he offered a quiet, "so, you had fun?"

"Yes, I did," Drix answered, meeting his gaze again. "And you?"

"I did."

"Good."

"Good."

Several seconds ticked by where they just stared at each other, neither one of them knowing what to say, until the trip leader blew her whistle and called out for everyone to start getting on the bus.

Ozzy breathed a sigh of relief and gestured towards the bus with his head as he turned around to start walking over to it. "Okay, let's get goin'. Wouldn't wanna keep Sam watin', now would we?"

Drix frowned and floated over to his side as they made their way towards the bus door. "What does that mean?"

"Nothin'. Just that you two seem very… close," Ozzy uttered, putting more emphasis on the last word than he probably needed to, and now it was Drix's turn to widen his eyes.

"W-well, of course we're close. We're friends."

"Okay, if you say so."

"Ozzy," Drix hissed, grabbing onto his shoulder and forcing him to turn around to face him. "We're friends."

"Suuuure."

The glare that Drix sent him was spectacularly satisfying, and Ozzy smiled wider and turned back around to step onto the bus. "Okay, okay. I heard you loud and clear the first time. No need to get upset," he said, and Drix's mouth opened to hit him back with some witty retort, but then he closed it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

He breathed in deeply to collect himself and floated onto the bus behind Ozzy, stopping at the door to watch him as he squeezed past the professor's legs and sat himself down by the window. His dark eyes were sparkling like fucking galaxies, and totally, relentlessly fixed on Professor Roja's as he spoke to him at a million miles an hour.

Drix considered all the words coming out of his mouth to be nothing short of inane, insipid and illogical babble, and normally he would have interrupted Ozzy four or five times by now to try and get him back onto a more coherent train of thought, or at least back onto a topic that Drix could actually participate in.

This didn't seem to be the case for Professor Roja, however. He was listening, actually listening to Ozzy as he whittered on about Frank knows what, and Drix couldn't help but notice the way his entire torso was turned towards Ozzy, his eyes just as bright as his were and his smile broader than Drix even thought possible of him.


Ozzy was jolted awake as the bus suddenly lurched forwards, his cheek sliding off his hand and his head falling forwards. He winced and brought a hand up to rub his neck, before turning and looking up, and up some more, until his gaze landed on the professor's face.

He was staring straight back at him, a gorgeously soft smile plastered across his face, and Ozzy couldn't help but mirror it.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand coming round to rub his eyes. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah. Pretty much as soon as we set off."

"Oh, sorry," Ozzy uttered through a yawn, arching his back as he stretched his arms in the air. "I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"Don't be sorry. You're allowed to sleep."

"Yeah, I know, but you were probably bored outta your mind."

The professor shook his head and tapped his pen against the book in his lap. "Nah, I've got this book of puzzles to keep me sane."

"Oh, right," Ozzy muttered, lowering his gaze to the book and frowning when he saw that all of the spaces in the wordsearch were completely empty. "But… you've not even started it."

The professor frowned and looked down too. "Oh… you're right," he murmured, flicking through the empty pages, and Ozzy couldn't help but smile, shuffling slightly closer to him.

"What's that underneath it?" he asked, pointing to a small, black, leatherbound book, and the professor quickly snatched it away and stashed it in his satchel.

"Oh, that's just a notebook I use for…."

"Notes?"

"Yeah."

"Notes about what?"

"Science."

"Oh."

They sat in silence for a moment, and Ozzy started kicking his legs back and forth and leaned closer to the window to look out at the city. "Where are we?"

"Almost at the cornea, I think. Probably 10 minutes away."

"Ah, so I missed the optic nerve, right?"

"Yeah, sorry. I didn't wanna wake you. You looked so peaceful."

"So you were watching me," Ozzy said quietly, turning his head to flash him a big smile, and the professor rolled his eyes.

"I'm not even gonna dignify that with an answer," he mumbled, and Ozzy laughed, both of them fully aware that any argument on the professor's part would be a complete lie.

Ozzy leaned down and picked up his rucksack from the floor, placing it on his lap to fiddle with the straps as he relaxed into his seat. "So what happens after this? Do we just go home, or…?"

The professor smirked and clicked his tongue. "Didn't you read the itinerary I sent you?"

"Uhm, yeah, of course I did."

"No you didn't. I spent a whole afternoon putting that together for you, and I bet you didn't even bother to open the email attachment, didja?" the professor muttered, nudging him in the side with his elbow, and Ozzy frowned.

"I did open it! I opened it right away!" he retorted, the line between his eyebrows deepening as he wildly gesticulated with both hands. "I just… didn't have time to read it, is all."

The professor's smile faded slightly, and he crossed his arms over his chest, pretending to be annoyed with him. "Ohh, I see how it is."

Ozzy turned to look up at him again and cocked his head. "What?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon, man! What d'ya wanna say?"

"Just ignore me, Jones. I wouldn't wanna take up any more of your precious time," the professor mumbled, his tone childish and obviously playful, and his smirk softened into something sweeter as he felt Ozzy shuffle closer and press a thigh against his.

"Lay off, would ya? I wanted to read it, I mean, I was gonna read it, it's just…" He sighed and looked down at his lap, fiddling with the straps on his rucksack. "After you invited me to the trip last Tuesday, my brain just sorta… short circuited. I dunno. It was like I was so hyper-focused on the idea, that I couldn't think about anything else. Not even the trip itself. I just…" He let out another sigh and lowered his voice to a whisper. "All I could think about was you."

Silence fell between them then, and Ozzy dared to raise his gaze to look up at the professor again. His expression was soft, kind, and he blushed that lovely blush of his as he gazed back at him with fucking stars in his eyes, as if to somehow convey a wordless, 'God, me too.'

Ozzy sank further into his seat, his heart doing somersaults in his chest as he let his vision continue to roam over the professor's face. He could see him clearly from here, almost as if he were in high definition, from the faint wrinkles around his eyes and upon his forehead as the reddish evening light pushed its way through the thin curtain and danced across his face; to the way his eyelashes kissed his cheeks as he blinked, his eyelids dark and heavy over bright, sun-golden eyes.

It felt so surreal to be this close to him in public, as though he was breaking some sort of law by simply noticing these little details of his face.

He smiled, and the professor smiled back, and in a bold movement, Ozzy shuffled even closer until they were pressed up against each other. He sighed and shut his eyes, the smell of the cologne he wore wrapping him up in the hug he knew the professor couldn't give him.

He felt a hand close around his own then, claws interlacing with his fingers, and he lifted the rucksack from his lap to place it onto the professor's to hide their small gesture from sight, should the driver suddenly decide to turn around and look in their direction.

To them, their connection felt so thick, so palpable, so obvious. The very air seemed to quake with tension, their chests fit to burst and their heads an incomprehensible swirl of emotions as Ozzy drew gentle patterns over the professor's palm with his thumb, but from the outside looking in, it would have appeared as innocent as a student unknowingly falling asleep on his teacher's side on a long bus journey.

That would be their lie, should anyone ask.


"Okay, I would like everyone to write down something that they learned from this trip, and then you can discuss your answers with your…"

Ozzy groaned and let his head fall backwards. Forty-five minutes they'd been sitting here in the main lecture hall of the Biology department, and now he was really regretting not having read the professor's itinerary.

At least if he'd read it, he could have charged his EyePod in preparation and have had something to listen to besides the trip leader drivelling on about a trip that they'd already been on, clearly in love with the sound of her own voice as she repeated herself over and over again.

He sighed and glanced over his shoulder towards the back corner of the hall. There was Professor Roja, slumped so far in his seat that he was barely visible, looking just as bored as Ozzy was, if not more.

Ozzy frowned then as he noticed how he was sitting in a row all on his own, whereas all the other teachers from the trip had chosen to sit at the front, talking and giggling amongst themselves.

He felt a sudden pang of sadness as he remembered what Professor Roja had told him yesterday about the other teachers purposefully leaving him out of their plans, and he rolled his gaze back to the dark corner where he was sitting. I wonder if he's sat there by choice, or if they didn't…

"Okay, now compare what you've written with the person sitting next to you."

Ozzy turned back around and looked down at the blank card in his hands, and Drix tapped him on the shoulder.

"So, Ozzy. What did you learn from this trip?"

Ozzy turned his head and blinked at him, desperately searching his brain as he tried to remember a single thing he'd learned over the last two days that didn't have anything to do with getting his teacher to moan out his name as he sucked his massive cock.

"Uh, I guess I learned how important the hypothalamus is."

Drix hesitated. "Yes, well, that was obvious. Didn't you learn anything more… specific?"

"Uhm…" Ozzy said, shuffling in his seat. "Oh! The amygdala! It's this thing in the memory part of the brain that deals with emotions, and stuff!"

"Oh, uh yeah that's right. But we didn't… that wasn't part of the trip."

Ozzy shrugged and sank back into his seat. "Yeah well, you know me. I'm a bit of a maverick. A vigilante of sorts. I don't need no tour guide tellin' me shit. I go and look for my own knowledge."

Drix huffed out a laugh and turned to face Sam on his right to discuss their cards, while Ozzy turned to look at the professor again.

He was looking back at him this time, yellow eyes piercing his own, and Ozzy swallowed the saliva pooling on his tongue. What I wouldn't give for a moment alone with you right now. The things we'd do… the things I'd LET you do.

He turned back to the front as the trip leader started speaking again. This speech went on for way longer, with her explaining the importance of all the separate parts of the brain, but with far less enthusiasm and vigour than the professor ever had.

Ozzy turned another nervous smile back towards him. The tension was thick between them, the suspense of it making his bones ache. They both knew what the other one was thinking, what they were yearning for, and it was eating away at them, the desperate urge to say 'fuck it' and stand up and run out of this lecture hall together burning through them like fire.

Waiting for what felt like years for an opportunity to slip away, it finally came in the form of the trip leader dropping her cue cards all over the floor and cursing into the microphone.

Ozzy smiled, swallowing the mix of anxiety and excitement in his throat as he turned to Drix and whispered something about heading to a bar to meet a friend.

Drix simply nodded and turned his attention back to the front, and Ozzy silently rose out of his seat and slipped out into the aisle. He kept his eyes fixed on the exit ahead, not daring to look over at the professor for even one second despite feeling his longing gaze practically burning a hole through him the whole time.

He pushed on the door and stepped outside, and he waited, one second, two, three…

The door burst open, and the professor practically fell over his own feet to follow along as Ozzy grabbed his hand and led him down the dark corridor and away from the lecture hall.

They kept their attention alert as they quickened their footsteps, something wonderfully rousing building with every passing second as they pulled each other along and stole little kisses whenever they could.

Fortune must have been on their side that night, as they didn't encounter a single person on their way to the professor's office, and he fumbled the keys in his shaking hands as he tried to slide it into the door, grabbing Ozzy by the wrist again as soon as he managed to get it open.

They kept the room dark for fear of being seen, the only light in the room trickling in through the narrow window from the courtyard outside as the professor pushed Ozzy backwards and pressed him against the desk.

The sound of the trip leader's speech was still echoing through the halls, partially muffled through the door and almost completely drowned out by the beating of their hearts and the wet slide of their mouths against each other.

Their kisses started off soft: thumbs running across their cheeks and breathing shaky from before, but soon their hands had moved to their bodies - sliding, caressing, longing - anchoring them both to each other, and it set Ozzy's blood alight.

He broke away for the briefest possible moment to murmur a breathy, "I love y-" but he didn't even manage to fully finish his sentence before Thrax was devouring his mouth again and grabbing him around the waist to lift him up and sit him on top of the desk.

He spread his legs wide for him and pulled on his tie to bring him closer, and the professor grabbed his ankles and pushed them up to prop his heels on the desk. His hands arced over the curve of his shoulders and smoothed down his back, sliding down, down, down, and Ozzy gasped as he felt him press his palm against the hard growing length of his cock.

He parted his lips to moan quietly, and the professor took that as the perfect opportunity to sink his tongue even deeper into his mouth, letting out a soft little noise that vibrated down Ozzy's throat and straight into his chest.

Their minds were swimming with dizzying and dreamlike serenity, and it felt so fucking right, a fitting ending to the slow, burning tension they'd created.

Ozzy stroked his fingers through Thrax's hair in encouragement, melting into the heat of his mouth as their tongues continued to wash over each other, and he spread his legs wider, pushing his hips forwards to press himself against Thrax's palm.

They kissed lazily for several long minutes, neither of them feeling the need to rush. Despite their promise to keep the lights off, the professor reached over to turn on his small desk lamp, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.

"You sure?" Ozzy whispered between heavy breaths, and the professor nodded against his lips.

"Hm… wanted to see you," he uttered, sinking into another kiss and pressing their tongues together, and soon he was working Ozzy's shorts down over his thighs, pushing them onto the floor with a thud and then grabbing his ankles to place his feet back on the desk.

Ozzy hummed and broke the kiss, rolling his head back and allowing Thrax to take the lead as he mouthed down his throat. Streaks of warmth ran down his spine and pooled between his thighs as he felt him lift his shirt up, and he sighed as a hot, wet tongue curled around his nipple, the awareness of how open he was coming with the sudden impulse to rock his hips forwards and against the professor's stomach.

The office air was cool around him, so he arched upwards, pressing his soft curves against Thrax's warmth and offering him another deliberate roll of his hips, and he was rewarded by Thrax reaching a hand down and wrapping his claws around his cock.

A soft, broken little moan made its way out of Ozzy's mouth at that, and he moved his hips in circles into Thrax's hand in desperation. "I wanted you… so bad," he whispered, and Thrax responded by circling a thumb over the head of his cock and dragging down with his hand, and the moan that that caused to tumble from Ozzy's lips was absolutely sinful.

The professor shushed him, and Ozzy whispered a quick apology, watching as he lowered his head further and sank to his knees in front of him.

Teeth nipped at the juncture of Ozzy's thigh, a thumb slowly smoothing over the length of his cock as if he was trying to memorise it, the strokes something close to worship.

Hours seemed to pass in the time it took for him to look up and meet his gaze again, and Ozzy exhaled, the sound spilling into a soft moan towards the end as he felt the professor's warm, wet lips ghost over his cock.

Thrax felt a jolt of desire push its way through his whole body at that, and he placed his hands onto Ozzy's inner thighs to push them wide apart. He buried his face into the crease where his thigh meets his body, taking a deep breath of his familiar scent - sweet and vibrant and young - and the sounds of chatter and applause from the lecture hall disappeared, replaced by the creak of the leather chair rubbing against his back as he sank further onto his knees, of Ozzy's fingers pushing through his hair to pull him closer, of the thrum of their heartbeats and the pulses through their veins.

He pulled back slightly to gaze up at Ozzy again, nuzzling against the length of his cock with his cheek and looking almost absurdly handsome, all long wavy hair and sharp angles and soft eyes, communicating a wordless 'can I?'

And Ozzy gazed back at him through thick lashes, his deep brown eyes looking like pools of gold in the warm light of his office. 'Please.'

Thrax exhaled, breath feathering Ozzy's inner thighs as he moved closer. Keeping his eyes locked with Ozzy's, he pressed the flat of his tongue to the base of his cock, revelling in the soft moan that fell from his mouth. Arousal spread low in his belly, but his lips lingered against him, his groan softly vibrating along Ozzy's skin and into his bones.

Fingers tangled in his hair, and he took that as permission to move, licking a thick stripe along the length of him with the flat of his tongue. He trailed around the tip a few times, before opening his mouth around him, and Ozzy bit his lip to hold back another moan.

He screwed his eyes shut and gripped harder onto Thrax's hair, the sensible part of his brain still grounded in the reality of where they were. This wasn't their hotel room anymore, and he was painfully aware of the fact that anyone could very well walk by at any point and hear them if he made too much noise.

For Professor Roja, however, it was almost better that they couldn't be loud this time. It was a rare kind of peace for him, his mind finally quiet as he drank in every tiny whimper, pant and hitched breath, focusing all of his attention on each small movement of Ozzy's body as he took him in further - the tensing of his fingers in his hair, the shudder of his thighs around him, the way his head would roll back every so often whenever he did something he really liked.

Another wave of heat crashed through him then as Ozzy arched forwards and groaned low, and Thrax smoothed his hands over his thighs to grip onto his hips and hold him open.

Ozzy's body jerked upwards as he felt his claws dig in just a touch too hard, his foot slipping from the counter. It dangled in the air for a second, but the professor grabbed his leg and pushed it right back to where he wanted it, his tongue continuing to wash over him like small agitated waves lapping the shore.

Ozzy's body was taut with pleasure, muscles shifting as he held back trying not to push deeper into the waiting heat of Thrax's mouth. "Ah… God…" he breathed, holding so much back, and that was when he chose to open his eyes and look down.

It was either seconds or years before he realised that he was staring, his gaze completely stuck on the sight of the professor on his knees with Ozzy's cock down his throat, swallowing him down with such ease. Dark eyes locked on his, his gaze heated and thick with desire, so thick that Ozzy felt like he could drown in it.

His mouth was clinging and slippery hot, and so so worshipping, and his eyes went wide as he swallowed him further, drinking him down so fucking eagerly as if Ozzy was an oasis in the middle of a scorching desert.

His hands sculpted up Ozzy's body, and he moved back with his head, running his lips over the length of him and gazing up into his eyes as he went, before pushing back down and sliding his mouth as far down his cock as it would go.

Ozzy clenched his teeth and groaned, his hand gripping his head and his fingernails digging deep. "Gah, Thrax," he moaned, feeling the swirling coil of heat in his belly tighten impossibly.

There were things the professor knew - things he could teach him - things that Ozzy felt more than ready to learn.

He longed for him, yearned to have him as close as possible, almost as if he needed something more to prove that all of this was actually real.

His heart ached as he opened his eyes again and looked into Thrax's, hit by a sudden wave of longing so fierce it nearly pulled him under.

"C'mere," he whispered, smoothing his hand through Thrax's hair and pushing his mouth away from him. "I want you."

Thrax furrowed his brow and lifted himself up until his face had stilled just in front of Ozzy's. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I want you," Ozzy repeated, putting emphasis on the second word. His eyes were heavy and misty, and the professor furrowed his brow as he studied them, searching for any signs of doubt or uncertainty over what he'd just asked him to do.

But there wasn't any. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen someone appear so sure about anything, and he leaned in and slipped his claws through Ozzy's hair to pull him into an open kiss.

He cautiously slid his tongue over his, and Ozzy copied him, their slow and tentative kiss quickly turning into a deep and passionate slide of mouths and moans and tongues.

It felt like years before the professor pulled away to breathe, gazing into Ozzy's hazy eyes and whispering, "we don't have to, I'm fine with just-"

"I want to," Ozzy whispered back, holding his stare. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to," but the words barely had a chance to die in his throat when he felt the professor's lips press against his again.

Ozzy made a little noise in the back of his throat and pushed his chest out to press it against Thrax's, and he kissed him harder, wet and hot and desperate.

He lay down on the desk and pulled the professor over him, grinding his ass against his hardened cock through his jeans and drawing out a loud groan.

Thrax broke away for a second, asking a tentative, "you're sure that you're sure?", and Ozzy tutted, reaching over the side of the desk to unzip his rucksack to pull out a small bottle of lube.

"What do you think?" he whispered, slamming the bottle down on the desk and pulling him into a kiss that was so full of love it made Thrax's chest ache.

His hands smoothed around Ozzy's thighs to push them further apart and hold him open as he rocked against him, the lust in his body growing to dizzying levels as he licked into his mouth and over his tongue.

"I need you…" Ozzy whispered into the kiss, and Thrax whispered something similar - broken, hitched words about how much he needed him, about how he was the only thing he'd ever needed.

He forced himself to break away and pressed his lips to his forehead, telling him to wait there while he stood up and practically leapt over to one of the cupboards in the corner of his office.

Ozzy sat up on the desk and watched, confused, as the professor pulled out an entire futon and a few dark silk sheets from a cupboard in the corner and hurriedly started to lay them down on the floor under the window.

"Why do you have bedding in your office?"

"Why did you bring lube with you on a class trip?"

"Fair point."

The second the bed was made, Ozzy felt claws around his waist, lifting him up and throwing him down on top. The silk sheets were cool against his back, and he shivered, but it wasn't long before the professor was on top of him, sinking his now naked body onto his and pressing him deeper into the sheets.

Thrax had really wanted to wait, to save this for when they both knew they were completely ready, or at least until they were somewhere with an actual bed. He hadn't expected this to happen in his office, of all places, but now that he thought about it, it was actually kind of perfect.

The first time he saw that photo of Ozzy that had captivated him so; the first time they had looked at each other with something other than utter disdain; the place where they had both started to see each other as something more than just teacher and student, and dare he say it, the place where they'd both realised that they were falling uncontrollably, unequivocally head-over-heels in love with each other.

That had all happened here, in this very room, and he smiled and leaned down to press an open mouthed kiss to the front of Ozzy's throat as he came to the conclusion that there probably didn't exist a more perfect place for their first time than the one they were in right now.

The moonlight shone through the window and fell onto both of them, highlighting their features in such a gentle way as the noises from the lecture hall died down and all the other students and teachers finally made their way out of the building.

Ozzy sighed and Thrax swallowed it, and they both groaned as they rolled their hips against each other, allowing themselves to be as loud as they liked as they heard the front doors of the Biology block close and lock with a loud thud.

Their hands roamed over every inch of their bodies, the shape of the professor moulding to the shape of Ozzy, their legs and arms and fingers tangled up in each other, intertwining in such a way that felt like it would be impossible to unravel, not that they would ever actually want to.

Thrax's presence scorched Ozzy's skin, spreading through his veins and settling at the centre of his being, and he welcomed it, allowing his own want to consume him.

He was ready to burn for him, now tilting his hips upwards, a silent 'please.'

A soft gasp left his lips as he felt the touch of the professor's claw between his thighs, and he drifted his legs up higher, inviting him to touch him again, if he so wished.

And of course Professor Roja did, reaching up to his desk to grab the small bottle of lube that Ozzy had brought. He looked back down at him as he poured some into his palm and warmed it between two fingers, his hot gaze raking down Ozzy's body.

His eyes darted over the entirety of him, struggling to know where to land. If he had one wish right now, it would be to be able to look at all of Ozzy, all the time. To be able to focus in on all those tiny, gorgeous details at once and not miss a single thing.

After what felt like an age, he rolled his gaze back up to Ozzy's eyes, deep and hazy and gorgeous, and so, so expectant, and suddenly the professor didn't feel so confident anymore.

He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and sank further onto his knees, staring at nothing in particular as his mind started to race.

Shit shit shit. Oh, fuck. This is it. This is actually happening. Oh, God.

This whole time I've been worried about him not being ready, but what if I'M not ready?

What if he doesn't like it? What if I hurt him? What if I completely lose myself in the moment and end up doing something stupid?

God, I hope I measure up, but how can I? There's no way. He says he's been thinking about this for ages. How the fuck am I supposed to compete with a fantasy?

He stayed still while his head swirled, his knees digging into the sheets between Ozzy's legs and his fingers subconsciously rubbing together, and Ozzy frowned and cocked his head.

He sat up and placed a hand on Thrax's cheek, gently drawing him out of his spiralling thoughts. "It'll be okay, Thrax. It's just us here. Me and you. We only have to go as far as we both want, yeah?" he whispered, stroking his cheek with his fingertips, and the professor felt his entire soul melt.

"How did you…?" he started to ask, staring into his eyes as he leaned in slightly closer. "Somehow, you know. You always know. I don't know how you know, but you do."

Ozzy furrowed his brow and thumbed at his jaw. "What do you mean?"

"You should be the one who's nervous right now, not me, yet you find it in your heart to comfort me. You know things about me that you shouldn't. You knew I was getting lost in my own thoughts, getting anxious, getting ahead of myself. You know me, Ozzy, better than I know myself at times."

He leaned in closer and pushed on Ozzy's shoulder until he was lying on his back again, leaning over him and sinking his forearms into the sheets by his head. "It's like… it's like you see me."

Ozzy smiled at that, soft and loving, and he brought both hands up to cup Thrax's cheeks. "I do," he whispered, pulling him down into an open kiss.

He slid his tongue across Thrax's teeth and licked into his mouth, moaning and bucking his hips once or twice to rub himself against his thigh. "Now, fuck me like I know you want to," he ordered as he broke the kiss, staring straight into his very soul as he did, and Thrax felt his self-control all but shatter.

Warm hands skated along the dips and curves of Ozzy's body, before settling between his legs, and Ozzy gasped loudly as he suddenly felt one sharp finger slide inside.

His back arched off the futon below, his hands coming out to fist the sheets by his head, and the professor shushed him, dropping kiss after kiss to his cheeks, his temples, his forehead.

"Shhh… Sh. Sh. I've got you. You're safe. You feel… God, if only you… you're so fucking perfect, Ozzy," he rasped into his skin, his voice soft and sure, and so fucking sensual that Ozzy was certain he would be able to get him to cum with his words alone.

He opened his eyes and stared at the professor's face above him, trying to focus on anything but the strange sensation of his finger inside him. It didn't exactly hurt, but it definitely didn't feel normal, and he subconsciously squeezed his legs together as he felt the professor shift positions slightly.

"No no no, don't tense up. Try to relax."

"It's hard," Ozzy whined, and he gasped again as he felt the professor try to move his finger. "Ah! I can't… It's not…"

"Shh, I'm here," Thrax whispered, stroking a hand through his hair. "You're fine."

They both stayed still for a moment, just watching their expressions and listening to each other's breathing.

In an attempt to get him to relax a bit, Thrax started speaking. "I still think you were lying before."

"Hm?" Ozzy said, raising his head off the futon slightly. "What are you talkin' about?"

"When you said you were able to get your legs behind your head. I think you were lying."

Ozzy blinked at him for a second, before giving a small laugh, all breathy and low, and letting his head fall back onto the futon below. "You're such a prick," he said jokily, but then his eyes fell shut and a quiet moan slipped past his lips as he felt the professor push his claw further inside and rub past something sensitive.

"G-God, that's…" he whispered, and the professor smiled and started steadily drawing his claw in and out of him, making sure to graze past that same spot with every slow stroke.

"That's it. Good boy."

He kept his eyes locked on his face, carefully gauging his reaction and measuring each sigh and whimper that spilled from his lips. He could see the pleasure trickling out of his eyes as he rocked his hand back and forth, the way his brows knitted together in the middle as he pressed in harder, the tiny lines forming on his forehead when he finally managed to get his claw all the way inside.

He kept his hand still for a moment, loving the feeling of Ozzy clenching around his finger and of his ass pressed into his palm, and in a bold move, he dared to crook his claw, and a stream of curses and helpless groans left Ozzy in a rush, his fingers clawing at the professor's back.

"Shit, sorry, did I-?"

"No… that was… do it again," he begged, throwing his arms around his neck and pulling him down. He arched up into him when Thrax curled his claw inside him once more, drifting his legs to his sides to open himself up further.

"More…more…" he rasped, and the professor obeyed, pulling his claw out only to slide another one in with it, and Ozzy's eyes widened as his breath all but vanished from his body.

"You good?" Thrax breathed against his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin, and Ozzy nodded.

"Yeah, fuck. You?"

"Yeah. Jesus. How could I not be?"

He continued working his claws in deeper, drowning in the soft little noises that Ozzy was making with every tiny rock of his hand. There was something so peaceful about it, all the pressure and tension from earlier that day finally lifting and leaving them both.

He grabbed Ozzy's leg with his free hand and hauled it over his shoulder to open him up further, and Ozzy took that as his chance to finally prove something to him.

He lifted his head and shoulders off the futon and reached down to wrap his hands around both of his ankles, and Thrax's eyes widened as he watched him pull his feet up by the sides of his head and hold them there.

"Told ya," he jeered, his smug grin melting into an expression of pure fucking bliss as he felt the professor slide a third and final claw inside and push upwards to rub against that little bundle of nerves again.

"I guess you were right," he lulled. "My mistake," and he leaned down to kiss him, all open and wet and messy, his warm fingers still sliding back and forth and working him open.

"Want you…" Ozzy impatiently mumbled against his lips, letting go of his ankles and canting his hips upwards to fuck himself on his fingers. "Need you."

But the professor shook his head and broke the kiss, spreading his fingers as he whispered a forceful, "not yet. Be good for me. Wait," and there it was, Ozzy's breath catching and his eyelids fluttering at his tone of command, and you can bet that the professor was going to be using that again later.

He gazed down at him, watching as his head tilted back, exposing his throat to him, his eyes squeezed shut tight, the way his cheeks flushed and his lip caught between his teeth, his skin looking achingly beautiful against the dark silk sheets, so much so that it was taking every shred of Thrax's self-control not to simply take him by the hips, hold him down, and fuck him into the mattress.

But then, Ozzy lowered his head and met Thrax's eyes again, a gaze of wonder and lust and worship, and he gasped out a soft little 'I love you', and that's when the professor felt his self-control crack down the middle and shatter like glass.

He leaned down to kiss him again as he pulled his fingers out, and Ozzy gasped at the sudden loss of heat and pressure, but it wasn't long before he felt the press of something else against him, thick and hot and heavy.

Thrax leaned back down over him and slipped a hand behind one of Ozzy's knees, hiking his leg up and pressing the head of his cock against him. It felt so good already, so warm and inviting and safe, and he rubbed against him in small circles for a moment as he tried to calm his racing mind just enough to regain some of his self-control back.

And then, just like that, he pushed forwards. There was a heavy groan and a loud, shuddering gasp, and Ozzy's fingers tangled into the professor's hair as his hips stilled.

"God… Ozzy," Thrax whispered, heaving a heavy sigh, and he dropped his forehead to Ozzy's, his breath warm against his lips. He slid their cheeks together, tender and loving and gentle, his hips staying perfectly still as he waited for Ozzy's body to adjust to him.

He was barely even in yet, not really, and it was obvious to him that he definitely should have spent a little more time opening Ozzy up beforehand, his velvety walls squeezing him so fucking tightly that it felt like he wouldn't be able to move at all.

"You're so… big," Ozzy mumbled through clenched teeth while the professor buried his face in the curve of his neck. "Too big."

"No, shh."

"I don't know if I can do this."

Thrax shushed him again and pressed a kiss to his neck, sinking his knees into the sheets below and breathing out over his skin. "Don't worry. There's no rush."

"Yeah but… you're hardly even inside, and it's like there's nowhere left for you to go. Like there's no room left."

"Ozzy…"

"What if I just can't take you? What if I'm not big enough? What'll we do then? I want to do this, I do, I just don't know if I can," he stammered, slight panic and desperation in his tone as he spoke at what felt like a million miles an hour, but Thrax didn't reply, and simply pressed a couple more lingering kisses to Ozzy's skin, before gripping onto his thighs and pushing them up and back, opening him up just enough to slide his cock in deeper and...

Pleasure. Blinding and intense and all-eclipsing pleasure, like lightning sparking at the edges of their core and setting their very souls alight.

Ozzy gasped sharp and tipped his head back, his body arching off the bed as Thrax slid himself deeper, and suddenly everything became much more pliant and open and easy.

The professor's hands came up behind Ozzy's knees to open him further, and Ozzy responded by lifting his hips off the bed, and his body just seemed to welcome him in at that point, pulling and gripping him deeper, until suddenly…

"Fuck… Ozzy… yes," Thrax rasped against his skin, his pelvis now pressed up against the soft, firm flesh of Ozzy's ass, and oh dear God, how had he lived this long without this?

He nudged Ozzy's cheek with his own and kissed him, immediately curling his tongue up to meet his as he rocked his hips back and forth, sweat-covered bodies sliding against each other as their connection sank deeper.

Their breathing was heavy and loud, their kissing messy and sloppy and uncoordinated as Ozzy's soft and needy moans vibrated around the professor's tongue, and fuck, it was going to sound so fucking good when they really got going.

Liquid fire thrummed in their veins as their hips rolled together in a steady rhythm, feeling as though a million sun-lit streams were trickling through them, their bodies flowing back and forth like a slow river.

Thrax brought his hands down to Ozzy's hips and sank his claws in, lifting him up and holding him in place as he thrust deeper, whispering his name like a fucking prayer as he felt his walls clench around him over and over again.

They forgot time, forgot space, forgot everything except each other as they drowned in the fluidity of their bodies, the room shrinking down around them and leaving only them and their beating hearts.

"My beautiful boy," Thrax whispered into his ear, wanting nothing more than to sink himself so deeply into this body that he'd never be able to find his way out again.

He mouthed across his cheek, his jaw, his throat, his shoulders, pressing kisses to basically every part of Ozzy that he could reach, his heart throbbing desperately loud inside his chest as Ozzy tilted his head to the side and moaned his name.

And God, it sounded like absolute sin on his tongue. It should be illegal to sound like that, Thrax thought, wishing that he had the power to actually taste every word and noise that spilled out of Ozzy's mouth.

Pleasure blurred his vision, his breathing now fractured and hitched as he rocked harder into him, and Ozzy felt dizzy, letting his legs fall apart more as Thrax slid somehow even deeper, every slow, deliberate thrust hitting just right.

Everything burned, and they were finding it hard to breathe, to think, until all that was left was an incoherent mix of moans and bitten off words. It was like they were dreaming with their eyes open, everything so hazy and other-worldly and abstract, yet clear and intense and carnal.

They were pressed heart to heart, joined at body and mind and mouth, their pleasure a shared one as it rippled through them both and flooded their minds, their loud moans dying down to hitched gasps and grunts as arousal swelled within them.

The professor pressed a kiss to the curve of his neck and buried his face to it, everything feeling so wet and warm as the coil below his belly tightened further, and he whispered something about pulling out and finishing on Ozzy's stomach, but Ozzy responded by wrapping his legs around his waist and holding him close.

"But, Ozzy… I'm… I'm gonna…"

"I know. Me too…"

"But…"

"Stay. I want you… to stay," he breathed, neither of them wanting it to be over so quickly. After so much build-up and waiting, for it to be over in a matter of minutes seemed absolutely criminal, but at the same time it felt like years had passed since they had stepped into this room together.

Their breathing went short and hot, their realities narrowing to that one tiny joining place between them, the only place that could ever really matter.

The twisting, coiling heat between their legs melted into a molten cascade, and Ozzy's muscles clenched all at once, his body holding onto the professor and keeping him as close as he knew how.

His vision swam out of focus, burst with fractured light as his climax rolled through him, spreading his sticky warmth between them. The professor kept fucking him through it, chasing his own pleasure as he gripped hard onto Ozzy's hips and pushed deeper into his tight heat, until his hips suddenly stuttered, and he stilled above him, letting out a low and broken groan into Ozzy's ear, and everything went white.

A thick and heavy wave of molten heat worked its way into Ozzy's core, to the top of his throat and the tips of his fingers and toes, forcing itself onto every nerve ending and fibre and wrapping around every inch of him.

When he came back to himself, Thrax had already pulled out, his cum dripping over his thighs and onto the bed sheets, and his claws were carding through Ozzy's hair, his lips trailing gentle kisses along his jaw while he whispered sweet nothings into his skin.

"You're literally everything to me," he uttered, and Ozzy turned to face him, his cheeks flushed purple and dewy, his eyes sparkling from the streetlight, the look of safety and satisfaction in them.

He smiled, and the professor smiled back, raising a hand to thumb at his cheek as they gazed at each other for a while.

The orange glow swirling around Ozzy's body softly faded away, and he shut his eyes and relaxed into the sheets below, his limbs feeling completely boneless.

"How do you feel, baby?" Thrax asked, still stroking a hand across Ozzy's cheek and watching as his chest softly rose and fell.

"Good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Really good. It's like…" He opened his eyes and turned onto his side to face the professor. "Being here with you, on campus, in your office, it's almost like it's all more… real now."

The professor furrowed his brow. "Real?"

"Yeah. Like, in that hotel, it felt like I was dreamin'… like it was almost too good to be true. Like it couldn't possibly be happening."

The professor smiled and pushed Ozzy's hair back with his hand. "Yeah, I know."

"But… the whole time, I couldn't shake this horrible feeling of dread, this constant nagging feeling in my brain that it was gonna end soon. That the trip would be over and then… Well, I didn't really know what to expect, to be honest."

He lifted his head off the futon and rested it on his fist, drawing small circles on the professor's chest with his finger. "But now that we're back here, back home, and we're still like this… It's nice. It's like, I can properly imagine us together now. Like there aren't any doubts that we're together, if you get what I mean."

The professor's smile broadened, and he shuffled over to Ozzy and wrapped his arms around him to pull him into his chest. "I get what you mean."

They stayed in silence for a moment, before Ozzy tilted his head up to look at him and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "I guess we're stayin' here tonight, then? In our office?"

The professor let out a laugh at that. "My office, you mean?"

"Nah, fuck off with that. We're boyfriends now, so that means you've gotta share everything with me."

"Does it now?"

"Yep! This whole place is half mine, so you better get used to it. I'll be sending some guys round to redecorate soon, so make sure to put a sticky note on anything you don't want thrown ou-" he started saying, his words falling silent as the professor suddenly leaned his head down and pressed his lips to his.

They both shut their eyes, feeling how their bodies melted into each other and their breathing fell in sync. The silence of the science block surrounded them, a deep, pure stillness, and it was the professor who chose to break away first, pulling Ozzy back into his chest again.

"Anything you want, you can have," he said, his voice low and velvety against his skin, and Ozzy nodded, sinking further into him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

They stayed in silence for a moment, until Ozzy lifted his head to look at the clock on the wall and furrowed his brow. "Shit, it's gettin' late. We'll have to order some food soon."

The professor hummed in agreement and ran his claws through Ozzy's hair. "What do you fancy?"

"Good question. Pizza?"

The professor scrunched up his nose at that, but then softened his expression before Ozzy could see. "Okay, sounds good."

"What toppings would you like?"

"Whatever you want, I'm not fussed."

"Okay," Ozzy said, nestling back against his chest. "Gimme a few more minutes, then I'll call. I know this great pizza place near here. They put loads of cheese on everything. You're gonna love it."

The professor huffed out a laugh and pulled Ozzy closer to him, hesitating for a moment before speaking again "So, I've been thinking. We should probably lay down some ground rules about being together on campus."

Ozzy stiffened against him. "Uh oh."

"No, nothing like that. It's just… we need to be more careful, Ozzy."

"But nobody even suspects anything."

"Not yet they don't, but the fact that we both sneaked off in the middle of that meeting probably raised a few eyebrows."

"Did anyone see you?"

"I dunno. Maybe. I wasn't really checking."

Ozzy sighed. "Yeah, okay, you're right. Well, what do you propose?"

"Okay, first off, we need to be completely professional with each other during class. No flirty comments or looks or anything that could tip the other students off, deal?"

Ozzy took in a breath, tightening his grip around the professor's waist. God, he's asking this of me as if it's the easiest thing in the world. How the fuck am I gonna be normal around him? After everything we've been through, everything we've said to each other, everything we've DONE to each other, how can he just expect me to-

"Ozzy?"

Ozzy swallowed the lump rising in his throat and nodded against him. "Deal."

"Perfect. Also, we have to respect each other's schedules and obligations. Your studies are important, and I wouldn't wanna get in the way of your education, and as for me, well I'm on thin ice as it is. I can't miss any more classes. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Thank you." He kissed him on the forehead and nuzzled his face into his hair. "That's all I've got for now. Do you have any ideas?"

"Uhm, well it's not really an idea, but, I mean…"

"Yes?"

"Could I get a copy of your timetable? That way I can know when you're on a break."

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'll make you a copy in the morning."

"Thanks. Also, how much free time do you have? Like, how many hours do you actually work?"

"Around fifty hours a week, give or take."

"What?! Fifty hours a week?!"

"Give or take."

"That's insane, man. No wonder you're always so grumpy."

"I'm not grumpy. You're just impossibly enthusiastic about everything."

Ozzy huffed out a laugh at that, stroking his fingers over the professor's back. "So, what d'ya do in your free time, then? Like, on a normal weekend when you're not hookin' up with one of your students."

The professor tutted. "God, you're annoying today."

"What?"

"You make me sound like such a skeeze."

"But it's true! I'm only statin' the facts. Anyway, stop avoidin' the question. What d'ya like doin' when you're not workin'?"

The professor sighed and pressed his lips to the top of Ozzy's head. "I dunno. I like to draw, I guess."

"Draw?"

"Yeah. I've been going to classes for a while."

"Aw, what do you draw?"

"Uhm… mainly figures and portraits, and stuff."

"Can I see?"

There was a pause then, before the professor sat up and reached out behind him to grab his satchel. "Yeah, here," he mumbled, taking out the small, black, leatherbound book that Ozzy had seen on the bus before, and holding it out in front of him. "Go nuts."

Ozzy blinked at him for a second, before sitting up on his knees and taking the book from him. He carefully opened it to the first page and gasped, his eyes widening. "Oh. It's me…" he said quietly, flicking through a few more pages to see sketch upon sketch of him in different poses.

The book was almost completely full, all of the pages - yes, all of them - containing drawings of him. There were a few of him sitting at his desk in class, a fist pressed to his cheek as he took notes, or fiddling with his pen, or chewing on his thumb, whereas others were much more abstract, like him walking through the streets in various outfits, or smiling, or frowning, or laughing, or simply looking straight at the viewer, his eyes always the focal point of the drawing.

He turned to the latest page and breathed in deep; it was a messy sketch from today, of him asleep on the bus, and suddenly it made sense why the professor hadn't wanted to wake him.

"Is it too weird?" the professor asked quietly, and Ozzy looked up at him.

"No, not at all. I'm just… I don't really know what to say."

"But, it's weird, right?"

"No," Ozzy replied plainly, looking back down at the book and taking in a breath. "It's just… I never thought… I never expected anyone to…"

He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes then, suddenly noticing the dates that he'd written at the top of every page, the earliest drawings dating back to the very beginning of term, and he dropped the book onto the sheets between them and threw his arms around his neck.

He didn't say anything, and just nuzzled into his skin, pressing kiss after kiss to his chest, his shoulders, his neck, slowly pushing the professor onto his back. He swung his legs over either side of his waist and dug his knees into the sheets below, capturing his mouth with his own in an open, wet kiss.

He picked up the bottle of lube again and reached behind him to smear some over the professor's cock, before throwing the bottle to the side and lifting himself up onto his knees.

"What are you-?" Thrax tried to ask, but Ozzy pressed a finger to his lips and sank himself down onto him, groaning low in his throat at the feeling of being stretched and filled by him again.

"Shut up and fuck me," he ordered, his voice all low and breathy and desperate, and how could Professor Roja possibly say no to that?