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Itto observed his students over his book, the activity was to write a summary, but like every day; Gorou was slacking off during his class. His arms were flexed behind his head and he was staring absently out the window.
His light blue eyes were lost somewhere in the sky, Itto returned his gaze to his book, but he had totally lost concentration, not even repeating the lines over and over again could he understand what was happening in the history. He swallowed hard with a heavy sigh and pushed the book away as Gorou licked his lips gently and straightened up in his seat.
Itto followed suit, straightening up in his comfortable chair and searching his gaze through the window glass. He recognized two of his students; Kazuha, one of the most exemplary students of the institution and next to him, Tomo; a troublesome boy. Both teenagers chatted nonchalantly lying on the grass.
Gorou watched the way they smiled and looked at each other. He sighed, annoyed with himself as a pang of jealousy shot through him, he looked back down at his textbook wanting to rip the pages out neurotically, but stopped himself. He turned his face away from the window and watched the minute hand of the clock advance with a tedious sound. This was his last hour, he couldn't wait to go home and wallow in his self-pity.
It was useless to ignore the pressure in his chest, his feelings didn't go away just by wishing for it and it didn't, in fact he desperately wanted to cling to every moment he had lived with Tomo. He was so pathetic.
He had been in love with his best friend his whole life and suddenly a transfer student takes all the attention away from him. The worst thing about his whole situation was that he couldn't hate Kazuha or be angry with him; because the rich boy was nice and he really cared about him; so the only person Gorou could hate right now was himself.
The teenager rested his head on the desk and closed his eyes, the night before he had not been able to fall asleep and slowly fell into a deep sleep, however, the hands of the clock do not wait for anyone; not even those who suffer from a broken heart.
And when Gorou's classmates left the classroom, Itto looked at the sleeping teenager as if to scold him.
Once they were alone, the teacher sat in the seat across from his student and silently watched Gorou's calm breathing. An amused smile played on Itto's lips as he saw the trail of saliva that had collected on the wood of his desk.
Itto brought his curious hand to the student's lips and delicately traced them with the warm tip of his index finger. He didn't remember how long he had wanted this child, maybe from the first time he saw him; when Gorou was just a freshman. He removed his finger from his lips and felt the loss of the sensation of hot breath caressing his skin, lust flashing in his eyes as a trickle of saliva still connected his finger to the teen's mouth and he consumed it with his own tongue, enjoying it of the taste as if it were a delicacy.
However, he couldn't enjoy the view for long because the boy had begun to cry.
Gorou's eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness, he straightened up in his seat and embarrassedly wiped the dried trail of saliva from his cheek with his uniform sleeve. His light blue eyes roamed the classroom in bewilderment to find it empty, except for his teacher, who looked at him amusedly from the seat in front of his.
Doubt appeared on his moist lips, but he suppressed it and instead of opening his mouth he decided to look out the window. The last glimpses of sunset were hiding on the horizon, beyond where his eyes could see.
Professor Arataki couldn't suppress his laugh as he saw the panicked expression on the teen's face. "What time is it?" Gorou asked with a blush of embarrassment covering his cheeks as he gathered up his things.
The playful smile didn't disappear from Itto's face, which sent a shiver down Gorou's spine in anticipation. "It's 5 o'clock," the adult admitted with a shrug.
Gorou ignored the strange tension in the air as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Why do you let me sleep?" The teenager asked surprised.
The professor looked at him with his characteristic smile, all teeth, but cunning. "It seemed that you needed it," he answered nonchalantly, but Gorou saw the sparkle in his gaze. Professor Arataki wanted an explanation.
The teenager sighed surrendered, with his backpack hanging down, he sat down again and leaned his head against the desk again. "I haven't been able to sleep properly," he admitted, "I... I've been a little depressed," he was silent ashamed.
Itto looked at his fine face and decided to ruffle his hair. "What's keeping you up at night, boy?" He asked with genuine interest.
Gorou was startled when he felt the older man's fingers tangling through his hair in a gentle caress. "Do you want to know? Why?" he asked significantly more meekly.
Itto smiled when he saw him react to his caresses, he looked like a puppy in need of affection. If he played his cards right, he could do something with the child. "It's not very common to see someone cry in their sleep," he answered, hiding a strand of hair behind Gorou's ear and caressing the dry corners of his eyes.
The teenager tensed, Gorou didn't know if it was due to his teacher's response or the caresses. Couldn't that be normal? He looked at Professor Arataki out of the corner of his eye, who seemed to be waiting for him to continue speaking. "I'm in love with someone, but he already has a partner," he finally answered, hoping that his answer would calm the rapid beating of his heart or stop his professor's advances, "I… I have to go, the Sangonomiya family must be worried about me" he added picking up his things again and standing up suddenly.
But as sudden as it was decision to withdraw also the hand that he hovered over his wrist to prevent him from fleeing.
Professor Arataki looked at him with a slight frown. "I'll… take you home…" the older man offered, but seeing the persistent doubt on Gorou's face, he released his iron grip on his student's wrist and cleared his throat. I mean... it's dangerous for you to be out there at this hour, I feel responsible for your safety as a teacher" he explained pretending to be a kind and concerned teacher.
Gorou seemed to consider it for a moment until he finally nodded "Okay professor, I accept your help" he replied still very insecure.
Itto stood up, fully towering over Gorou like a mountain. He walked over to his desk and picked up his neatly arranged things and they both left the institution.
Itto locked the classroom with the spare keys each teacher had and also locked the main entrance.
Gorou stayed silent most of the way to his teacher's car. Itto put his materials in the trunk and hurriedly opened the door for Gorou.
The teenager accepted the gesture in silence and climbed into the passenger seat with a blush on his cheeks. "Excuse me, Professor Arataki." Do you have a charger I can use?" The brunette asked embarrassed. "My phone is dead," he explained as the blush on his cheeks continued to spread beautifully.
Gorou's reactions only made Itto want to annoy him a bit. "I left him in the back seats," replied the professor as he put the car in gear.
Gorou got up slightly from the seat and got into the gap between his seat and Professor Arataki's. Itto bit his lip to suppress a laugh for having lied to the boy, it had been a poor excuse to have a better shot of his student's butt. He licked his lips imagining what it would be like to taste the sweet taste of him.
“Mhmm,” Gorou hummed in confusion, “Are you sure he left it here?” he asked naively.
A smile spread across Itto's lips before he pushed Gorou down onto the back seats. The teenager looked at the confused teacher of him and panic ran through his body with a shiver and settled in his stomach taking the form of nausea when he heard the doors lock activated.
He breathed fast as if in desperation and pulled the handles trying to open the door and even hit the glass as tears and fear clogged his lungs.
His teacher crossed the small space that separated them and, being bigger and stronger than Gorou himself, managed to dominate him on the seats.
Itto secured Gorou's wrists with the seat belt that hung from the ceiling and spread his legs "PLEASE! PLEASE! Let me go" in the end the teenager begged weakly waving his arms hoping that the knot on his wrists would loosen. undo, but did not succeed.
Itto did not respond to his pleas and settled between the legs of his student. Gorou widened his eyes as surprised as he was terrified as a large hot throbbing lump pressed against his ass. "Let you go?" Itto scoffed, his hands slowly moving up Gorou's chest, playing with his nipples. "You have no idea, the way I want to use you, I want to fill you up, I want to see how you take my cock” the adult leaned over Gorou “Right here” he finally whispered biting his ear while a hand played with his anus on the fabric of his uniform.
Gorou bit his lips until he felt them bleed, but that didn't stop the wail of need that left his mouth. The anger, fear and disgust that Gorou felt towards himself and towards his own body only embarrassed him and he desperately tried to cover his face with his wrists, but he couldn't. "P-please!" Don't do this!” he cried between tremors and ragged exhalations.
Itto kissed his neck with a sick devotion. "I want to see you," he demanded, taking her delicate face roughly and assaulting his lips brutally. Gorou's chest rose and fell as if he had a tachycardia and he bit Itto until Itto pulled away from him with a gash on his lips. The white-haired one licked his lips with a smile. "You have no idea how hot your tears make me," he mumbled, unzipping the minor's pants and almost ripping them off his legs. "I'll make you give them all to me," he promised, raising a pale cheek. leg over his shoulder and kissing the bulging muscle below his hamstring and biting.
Gorou closed his eyes, the strange sensations that flooded him were not normal, the heat rising through his belly was not normal, the desire for something hot to occupy his mouth was not normal.
He was wanting it, his body wanted it while his mind was falling apart; he clung to the seat belt around his wrists and gasped hard as his master's tongue trailed over his inner thighs.
He steeled himself and his eyes crawled over his stomach to his teacher decorating and smearing his skin with reddish bruises, every inch of skin. Itto's eyes met Gorou's light blue ones in mid-inspection, the desperate blush that covered Gorou's cheeks at being caught staring only succeeded in arousing him and Itto buried his nose in the soft throbbing mound between his buttocks.
The waves of heat that ran down the chestnut tree's spine made him arch with pleasure and his toes curled "NOOOOO!" he pleaded, though; his hips bucked against the intruder. "Please…please!" It's dirty! Noooo…I don't want to be more…strange" he whimpered red to the ears.
But Itto ignored him and his tongue plunged again, traversing her walls in circular motions, he breathed in deeply the scent of his sex and lubricated it with his saliva. He pulled his mouth away from the wet entrance and Gorou gasped loudly as one of his fingers was sucked into the ring of muscle and penetrated the circles. Gorou broke into whimpers beneath him, moving desperately against Professor Arataki's thick fingers.
Itto didn't know when the terror in his student's pretty eyes faded and was replaced by a flash of lust and desperation that made him thirsty, hungry for more of his expressions.
He felt as if he had eaten charcoal and steam was going down his esophagus to his balls. He added another finger and curled them together, parting the walls that swallowed him and sucked him hungry. "I'm going to ruin you beautiful pup, I'm going to destroy you, until you can't do it with anyone else," he growled as he added another finger, flicking them roughly. His own hardness was still buried under the fabric of his pants, hot and throbbing against his leg.
Gorou discovered his face, his gaze devoured the image of his teacher playing with his entrance, without even caressing his needed hardness, he moved his hips as if possessed and the saliva that dripped from the edge of his mouth left a cold trail on his neck.
He felt how Professor Arataki stretched him, he wanted to reach his desired orgasm when a point was hit inside him, which made him open his lips to scream, but no sound came out of his mouth; just a strangled silence and he slumped wearily onto the cushions as his hot seed spilled over his belly. "Did you just come from behind?" Itto dropped the teen's legs to his sides. His totally obscured gaze absorbed every segment in front of him; from the look of him lost and blank, how he licked his lips and his need to have something hard in his mouth, his hips that kept thrusting against his fingers. "Now," he gasped at his limit, "you're going to be a good boy and you're going to take me to the core, I'm going to penetrate your walls until I feel like you're going to break, until your ass can't have anyone else but me." He warned, rubbing his thick penis between the minor's outraged buttocks.
That kid was going to kill him. He tore off his tie, unbuttoned his sweat-soaked white shirt and lunged once more at Gorou.
Gorou breathed through his mouth, as if he had just run a marathon when Itto's tongue slipped between his lips in need of attention again, but the teenager did not resist this time and tried to keep up with his teacher with fatigue. "Take it off…" he asked, pulling the seat belt that bound his wrists between kisses that were hungry and hot as hell.
Itto stepped away for a second to look at the boy suspiciously. "Why?" He grunted in annoyance as he rubbed against Gorou's ass again, making him gasp. Itto looked at his beautiful chest free of marks and leaned over to clean the white slime that spilled on his belly. "You're a delicacy, you're a boy so clear and pure that I want to ruin you," he murmured, tracing a path of bites all over his abdomen, concentrating and especially allowing his pink nipples.
"I-I also d-want... I want to touch you," the minor murmured, covering his face in embarrassment.
Itto's throat went dry for a moment, and he assaulted Gorou's mouth savagely as his hands undid the knots, slipping his tongue into every inch of the cavity.
Gorou hugged his teacher's neck gently and Itto's hand hovered with brutal force on his hip; the thought of seeing his fingers imprinted on his nice skin made his cock jump in desperation.
Itto aligned his penis and entered his hot sex, its walls eating him as if he belonged to that burning valley, he felt so complete inside Gorou and his hips fiercely attacked the boy who clung to Itto in a tight embrace, scratching the muscles of his back and biting the curve between his shoulder and his neck violently.
Gorou invaded his lips and swallowed every ferocious growl his teacher emitted. He was ruined, the sensation whipping through his exhausted muscles was nothing compared to the burning sensation that melted his insides as he was filled to the brim.
He didn't even want to imagine what Tomo would say if he saw him right now, or what the Sangonomiyas would say; that they had accepted him into his home and treated him like one of the family even though he was just an orphan. Gorou didn't want to think about anything else, he wanted to forget how miserable he was and how lonely he felt.
Gorou clung to Itto's neck as it rammed into him mercilessly, he cried out in pain, but the pleasure he felt after him made his flaccid penis harden as he was rubbed between his sweaty torsos. "You should only think of me" Itto admonished him reaching deeper inside him and the teenager recognized once again the tremor and the feverish heat that ravaged his body, deliciously running down his abdomen until the rows of whitish fluid dirty the skin smooth of him
Itto watched his student's ecstatic expression and kept pounding until his own hot seed spilled inside his cub. "Itto…" Gorou mustered all the remaining courage he had left and pushed away all the shame and humiliation he felt along with the thick hot cum he left his cock with a tremor.
The white-haired man looked at him surprised that he felt confident to call him by his name, he finished buttoning his shirt and prayed to heaven that Gorou wouldn't say his name again with that whining and exhausted tone, because I didn't know how capable I'd be of letting him go with his ass intact that night.. "What do you need, puppy?" asked the eldest, stroking the youngest's reddened cheek.
"I missed curfew," the teen rambled sheepishly, "Do you mind if I stay with you…tonight?" he asked sheepishly.
Itto hugged him from behind and bit the mark he had already left. "Stay as long as you want," the eldest murmured, kissing the injured area that he had made with his own teeth.
Gorou caressed the hands hovering over his belly. "Now, can you lend me the charger?" Gorou made Itto laugh and took the cable out of the glove compartment and connected the cell phone to the car, Gorou watched as time continued to advance, but this time he moved with it.