Meeting You
Posted here as anonymous for the Arashi Anon Kink Meme.
Title: Meeting You
Pairing: Juntoshi
Prompt:
Kink: Forbidden student-teacher affair, non-con (or slightly), cock ring, some bondage, but make it kind of cracky - don't want it too angsty
Extra: Jun has had his eyes on Ohno since Ohno first entered the school. Now, as Ohno is in his final year of high school and the new year has started with Jun being Ohno's homeroom teacher, Jun finally has his chance to make the boy his.
-- Meeting You --
They met during the opening ceremony. The teacher had been rushing to the gym because he had offered to help guide freshmen stragglers in and was consequently late. As he made his way down one of the many paths on the grounds, a sudden noise distracted him. The source of that noise was a young boy in uniform up high on the wire metal fence.
That was the beginning.
After school and utterly alone two years later, the teacher and student stood at that fateful place again. Upon seeing the memorable metal structure together, the student innocently said with that adorable frown the teacher loved on his face, "Oh, this was where I met Sensei."
The teacher, Matsumoto Jun, was gorgeous and young but an expert at what he did. He was strict but still popular among the students. The other teachers respected him and they valued him as a coworker. The principal adored him. There was no reason why someone like Matsumoto Jun should suffer at his job. But he did.
Jun wanted Ohno Satoshi, the student of that meeting. He had wanted the boy from the very first time they had met, the first day of Satoshi's freshman year. He never had his chance and now, Satoshi was already a senior. In the twenty four months that Jun had only painfully watched, he envied the teachers and students that touched his precious little boy. Ohno Satoshi became the only person Matsumoto Jun promised he would completely possess one day in a way that no one would.
In the present, Jun loosened his tie. "At the time, I thought you were the most annoying brat I had ever met," he told his student and went on to unbuckle his belt.
"What are you doing up there?" Jun demanded of the new attendee. "Come down!"
"I can't," the freshman answered.
"Why not?"
"Because," Satoshi started, "my jacket's stuck on a loose wire and I can't take it out."
Jun sighed, thinking freshmen were infinitely troublesome and asked. "Why are you up there in the first place?"
The boy paused before replying, "We didn't know where the gym was, so Nino told me to climb up here and see. Then he left me."
Fate was on his side. This new school year, Satoshi had been put in his homeroom. Sho, the English teacher, had exclaimed when he saw his colleague's class list, "You have a crew of troublesome kids," indicating Satoshi's name and his two friends. Little did he know that Jun had already experienced that trouble firsthand and had been suffering the consequence for 730 days. Instead of feeling fear at the warning, his lips had twisted in satisfaction at the thought of how he would exact revenge on the boy who had caused his suffering.
Currently at the very place that started it all, Jun turned his oblivious student around and pressed him against the fence. He leaned down and locked their lips together, taking in that sweetness for the first time and ravaging his student's mouth with all the intensity of accumulated desires. Taken by surprise, Satoshi's senses were engulfed by the powerful yet intoxicating contact, and he only noticed when his teacher pulled back that his right hand was tied to the fence above his head. Out of breath, Satoshi pulled at his arm and was horrified to find it tightly secured.
"You were only a freshman then," Jun continued in a whisper and meeting his eyes. "But you were already so much trouble. You put me in the most ridiculous position I had ever been in." When he shoved Satoshi's other arm up, the student became alarmed. As he was about to object, his teacher dipped down to capture his mouth again and swallowed his breath. Jun took his time, sucking on his student's lower lip that had always jutted when he pouted and which Jun had always wanted to taste. When Satoshi gasped, he immediately buckled the senior's other arm up.
The freshman was obviously stuck and not moving, so aid was ultimately left to Jun. Consequently, to help his student, the teacher did the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life; he climbed the metal fence until he was beside the small boy. At that time, he reached out to tug on the notorious jacket that had gotten caught.
Breaking off the kiss as that memory flooded him, the older man inserted his knee between his student's thighs and held the boy in place as he began to unbutton the youth's jacket to reveal the t-shirt underneath. "I like our position now," he said.
"S-sensei," Satoshi started in fear, "I don't like this. I don't know what's going on." He struggled against his binds when Jun's hands ran under the hem of his shirt and up his burning skin.
"You're lying when you say you don't know," Jun answered and without a doubt the smaller male gasped and jerked when his teacher found his nipples and tweaked them. "You've caused me a lot of trouble, Ohno. But despite everything, I still think you're cute."
"I am not," his student flatly denied. And he hotly repeated as if it had not gotten across the first time, "I am not!"
Jun used that moment to push his shirt up and leaned in to lick at his exposed nipple. When Satoshi couldn't help but moan, the older man scraped the nub with his teeth causing his student to jerk against his binds again.
"See?" Jun's lust filled gaze met the boy's. "You make the cutest sounds."
Heat climbed up the boy's face and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Sensei, you say the most embarrassing things!" he accused.
Even from back then too.
Satoshi's hand slipped when his teacher tried to yank him free. Accompanied by a small shout, he fell towards death half a meter and winced when his fingers burned on the wires. His buttoned jacket shifted up to expose his bare stomach, indicating that the well made clothing refused to rip and was only now caught further. And realizing that also, Jun crudely ordered his student to "Strip off your jacket!" unless the boy wanted to hang like a flag.
Below him, Satoshi shook his head and bit his lower lip. Didn't his teacher realize that he wore nothing underneath?
Currently, his adoration fueled by Satoshi's pretty flush from his words, Jun reached down to undo the boy's pants. When Satoshi tried to fight again, gasping as his boxers went along with his slacks, the older man pinned him down and renovated by bending his student's leg. He secured one foot above the ground using the boy's unlucky jeans. In the end, Satoshi had only one leg to stand on, and he was content to leave it on the ground.
The chilly air of night stung his bare skin, and the senior sobbed, "Sensei, let me down. I promise I'll do whatever you want."
Jun stood and faced him while his hand traveled down to palm his student's cock. As Satoshi whimpered at the contact, he said, "I don't think you're a liar, Ohno, but I'd rather have you tied up like this. This way, I can do as much as I please." His fingers ran along his student's throbbing length until he reached the head. He watched the boy's expression as he ran his thumb along the slit, and as expected his student bucked and gasped.
"You're hardening," Jun observed, feeling precome drip from the boy's cock unto his fingers.
"Don't say things like that," the senior begged, reddening much more than before.
Jun smiled. "But I like it so much when you blush." He tightened his hold, leaning forward to press his lips to the boy's burning and adorable cheeks. His fingers squeezed and pressured Satoshi's cock while he began to nip down the youth's beautiful jaw to his smooth neck. "Ohno," he said, "shall I keep talking?"
"N-no..." the senior answered mid moan, and was cut off when another escaped him.
Against his wishes, Jun whispered into his ear, "Over the years I have watched others touch you. Today, I swear I am going to own you in an entirely different way. I am going to take my precious time to make you beg." From his pocket he took out an object. Satoshi saw it and immediately shook his head. "I can't believe you know what this is," Jun laughed. He fingered the circular object.
"No, sensei..." Satoshi pleaded, but Jun went on to move the toy over his student's erection. He locked the cock ring in place and then caressed Satoshi's protruding erected tip, and to Jun, the indignantly dripping point was even cute.
"Sensei... you're cruel, " the smaller male choked out in between a moan and a sob while Jun took a bottle of lube from his pocket and dripped some unto his fingers. The smaller male turned his head aside and would not acknowledge the man who gripped his standing leg and wrapped it around his waist. Holding his weight, Jun leaned in and his fingers traced along Satoshi's inner thigh and down under to the puckering virgin hole underneath.
"Ah!" Satoshi cried out when his teacher touched him. He desperately fought to break away, but in vain as Jun fondled the small pink bud with his thumb. He pressed his face against his teacher's shoulder and sweetly whimpered. Jun drank in that delightful sound and in answer to his student's whine, pressed one knuckle into the tight entrance. Satoshi pushed against that finger in want. His cries increased in volume.
"More?" Jun asked, stroking the twitching rim of Satoshi's entrance with the point of that knuckle.
The smaller male kept his head down and groaned, but refused to speak. In answer, Jun pressured another finger against the nether lips until Satoshi squirmed in his hold. Instinctively, the senior's leg tightened around his waist in an attempt to bring him closer.
At that, Jun loosened his other hand that had been holding the boy up. Instead he pulled Satoshi's head back and kissed him again, probing in his tongue to entangle theirs together as he forced in two digits into his student's taut entry at once. Satoshi jerked so hard that he rattled the fence behind him, but the older man swallowed the boy's cry with his own mouth and stretched his student with the leisure that he did not feel. Soon, he had the boy writhing again from pleasure. That was when he pushed in a third digit to complete the languid preparation.
When Jun broke the wet kiss with Satoshi, for the first time that night, he gasped. After two years of waiting, he had held back even now, but he was quickly losing his patience especially when his precious Satoshi had been moaning so sweetly. He was painfully hard and he knew there was no way he could be gentle once he began. The older man pulled his fingers out of his student and through Satoshi's complaining whine at the unpleasant loss, he unzipped his slacks to release his throbbing erection into the open air.
A condom was quickly fitted and lubed before Jun brought the head of his erection to his student's eager entrance, but this time Satoshi gasped and tried to get away.
"S-sensei... it's not going to fit!" he protested, squeezing shut his eyes and vehemently shaking in objection at the ample solid cock at his waiting entrance.
"Shut up," Jun ordered in irritation as he painfully restrained himself for the last time. Surprising the smaller male, he reached up and untied the arm opposite from Satoshi's freed leg.
Just when Satoshi wondered what was going on, Jun nudged through the nether lips of his slick opening. Immediately, Satoshi's free hand went to push against Jun's shoulder. "No, sensei!" he cried, but the older man was beyond control. He rammed himself up into Satoshi and the boy instantly clamped down on him while jolting violently against the fence and crying out.
His nails dug into his teacher's shirt and skin as Jun pulled out and shoved himself in again. The clatter of the metal fence rang throughout the silent school grounds. It resonated at each and every hard and powerful thrust of the older man. Satoshi's body convulsed from the mixture of pressure and pleasure. Every time he tried to draw in air, Jun lunged into him again and he was left breathless.
But when the smaller male finally accommodated to the full and heavy thickness inside of him, his fervent screams and gasping ultimately joined the ringing metal at his back. There was no end. Jun continued to pound into him with all the passion of two years of contained lust. The only thing option for Satoshi was to clutch his teacher desperately as he writhed and whimpered under the fierce assault.
Eventually, the senior's loose hand ran to his own dripping but secured erection. He wanted release. Now. The burning in his body and abdomen was driving him crazy. Yet just when his fingertips nipped the ring around his heavy cock, Jun grabbed his wrist and pinned it above him. He struggled but was overpowered when his teacher's slick length slid into him again.
"Sensei!" Satoshi begged and panted for freedom even as the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed him once more. His body trembled, strung high, and drenched with sweat. It was unbearable. Too much heat. Too much sweet friction.
"Please..." Satoshi finally sobbed, suffocating, and Jun suddenly saw tears stream down his precious student's face. This was something he didn't like.
Instantly, he reached up and unbuckled the belt that held down his student's other arm. He brought the bruised wrist to his lips and kissed the smooth flesh. Satoshi opened his wet eyes in surprise at the soft touch. His teacher went on to crouch down with him in tow and untied his other leg. At last, the older man removed the restraint around Satoshi's cock.
Setting the boy on his trembling feet, Jun turned him until Satoshi faced and gripped the fence. This time, his teacher slowly penetrated him from behind and somehow, while he moaned he pushed against it wanting to be full again. Jun reached around the senior to wrap a hand around his throbbing erection as his student enveloped his whole length in warm pulsating heat.
"S-sensei..." Satoshi groaned, clutching the cold metal in his fingers and depending on them to cool him.
"Call me Jun," his teacher leaned over him and whispered into his ear.
The senior did not need to be told twice. Through the rest of their lovemaking, as Jun drove in and out of his student to a fast and hard rhythm, his name joined the rattling of the structure Satoshi clung to. Their sweat soaked through the rough material of their clothing and meshed when their bodies were brought together. Moaning in ecstasy, Jun held his student steady and pumped the boy's erection when he neared his own release.
Satoshi came first, reaching his peak and spilling into his teacher's hands with a soundless cry. While he spasmed and his muscles clenched around Jun, the older man had only to thrust a few more times before he also reached his high. He rode out his orgasm inside Satoshi before pulling out and taking off the used condom.
Finally, panting as one, they fell in a heap. Jun with his back against the fence in an upright position and Satoshi secured in his arms. The night air around them was pleasant and the silence calming after the exhiliration. Jun reached out to caress the damp bangs on his adorable student's forehead. The senior was still flushed and breathless, and he couldn't help but lean down to kiss the boy on his luscious wet lips one last time.
When he pulled away, Satoshi blinked up at him. Meeting his innocent gaze, Jun whispered, "You probably hate me now."
Satoshi looked away and answered quietly, "I don't understand you, sensei. Why did you have to pick on me?"
Jun tightened his hold around his student and his other hand went up to grip the fence behind him. "Because you're the one I met here." There was no one else it could have been. But when an expressionless Satoshi only blinked at him in incomprehension, Jun did not want to explain and said, "It's not a habit. You're the only student I've ever slept with."
The senior simply replied, "Oh," which irritated Jun who thought his student still didn't understand, but before he could get another word in, the youth muttered, "Sensei, I don't think I can stand."
That night, like the very time he met the student, the teacher went and did a ridiculous thing. Jun climbed again and this time it was the Ohno's house with the added weight of his student on his back. He broke into the boy's room upstairs and had to make sure his student was safely in bed before leaving.
"Sensei," the senior called on his way out. At the window Jun heard him finally reply, "I don't hate you."
"Take off your jacket!" Jun had ordered.
"I don't want to," Satoshi mumbled, because he was wearing nothing underneath. "Aiba fell in a puddle so I gave him my shirt."
Any minute now, someone would come along and see the ridiculous scene. In desperation, Jun threatened, "Take of your jacket or I'm calling your parents to personally come and help you down!" Satoshi sulked, but he did not need to be warned twice. His jacket was off and hanging by the obnoxious wire in a second. The result was that Jun was left with a skinny bare topped freshman freezing in the chilly spring morning.
They reached the ground as a pair and Jun got a better look at the troublesome freshman he had helped. His student's cheeks were lovely flushed from the chill and embarrassment. Satoshi wrapped a bare arm around himself and silently peered up at Jun through his lashes, waiting for his teacher's next move. Unfortunately, the opening ceremony ended right then.
At the same instant, they heard the noise of the departing mass from the gym. In one swift motion, Jun had the jacket of his suit off and around the small boy's shoulders. He wrapped the boy tightly and just in time as the first person appeared around the corner.
"Go tell this Aiba to dry his clothes and return your shirt," the teacher promptly ordered. "I'll get your jacket down for you." Satoshi nodded and Jun quickly ran off because he had to hide the heat climbing up his face and his racing pulse. He had no idea that Satoshi watched his receding back and hoped they would talk again.
But in the weeks that passed, Satoshi never had the chance and by the time the boy noticed, two years had passed. He had not thanked the teacher that had enchanted him on his very first day. So unknown to anyone and even to his two friends, when he became a senior Ohno Satoshi had been excited to be in Matsumoto Jun's homeroom. Even if Jun picked on him and had told him to stay after school one day because he kept arriving late.
And so it actually was, Jun did not have to wait two more years, or even two weeks, to possess Satoshi again.
-- fin --
sequel Defeating You
Title: Meeting You
Pairing: Juntoshi
Prompt:
Kink: Forbidden student-teacher affair, non-con (or slightly), cock ring, some bondage, but make it kind of cracky - don't want it too angsty
Extra: Jun has had his eyes on Ohno since Ohno first entered the school. Now, as Ohno is in his final year of high school and the new year has started with Jun being Ohno's homeroom teacher, Jun finally has his chance to make the boy his.
-- Meeting You --
They met during the opening ceremony. The teacher had been rushing to the gym because he had offered to help guide freshmen stragglers in and was consequently late. As he made his way down one of the many paths on the grounds, a sudden noise distracted him. The source of that noise was a young boy in uniform up high on the wire metal fence.
That was the beginning.
After school and utterly alone two years later, the teacher and student stood at that fateful place again. Upon seeing the memorable metal structure together, the student innocently said with that adorable frown the teacher loved on his face, "Oh, this was where I met Sensei."
The teacher, Matsumoto Jun, was gorgeous and young but an expert at what he did. He was strict but still popular among the students. The other teachers respected him and they valued him as a coworker. The principal adored him. There was no reason why someone like Matsumoto Jun should suffer at his job. But he did.
Jun wanted Ohno Satoshi, the student of that meeting. He had wanted the boy from the very first time they had met, the first day of Satoshi's freshman year. He never had his chance and now, Satoshi was already a senior. In the twenty four months that Jun had only painfully watched, he envied the teachers and students that touched his precious little boy. Ohno Satoshi became the only person Matsumoto Jun promised he would completely possess one day in a way that no one would.
In the present, Jun loosened his tie. "At the time, I thought you were the most annoying brat I had ever met," he told his student and went on to unbuckle his belt.
"What are you doing up there?" Jun demanded of the new attendee. "Come down!"
"I can't," the freshman answered.
"Why not?"
"Because," Satoshi started, "my jacket's stuck on a loose wire and I can't take it out."
Jun sighed, thinking freshmen were infinitely troublesome and asked. "Why are you up there in the first place?"
The boy paused before replying, "We didn't know where the gym was, so Nino told me to climb up here and see. Then he left me."
Fate was on his side. This new school year, Satoshi had been put in his homeroom. Sho, the English teacher, had exclaimed when he saw his colleague's class list, "You have a crew of troublesome kids," indicating Satoshi's name and his two friends. Little did he know that Jun had already experienced that trouble firsthand and had been suffering the consequence for 730 days. Instead of feeling fear at the warning, his lips had twisted in satisfaction at the thought of how he would exact revenge on the boy who had caused his suffering.
Currently at the very place that started it all, Jun turned his oblivious student around and pressed him against the fence. He leaned down and locked their lips together, taking in that sweetness for the first time and ravaging his student's mouth with all the intensity of accumulated desires. Taken by surprise, Satoshi's senses were engulfed by the powerful yet intoxicating contact, and he only noticed when his teacher pulled back that his right hand was tied to the fence above his head. Out of breath, Satoshi pulled at his arm and was horrified to find it tightly secured.
"You were only a freshman then," Jun continued in a whisper and meeting his eyes. "But you were already so much trouble. You put me in the most ridiculous position I had ever been in." When he shoved Satoshi's other arm up, the student became alarmed. As he was about to object, his teacher dipped down to capture his mouth again and swallowed his breath. Jun took his time, sucking on his student's lower lip that had always jutted when he pouted and which Jun had always wanted to taste. When Satoshi gasped, he immediately buckled the senior's other arm up.
The freshman was obviously stuck and not moving, so aid was ultimately left to Jun. Consequently, to help his student, the teacher did the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life; he climbed the metal fence until he was beside the small boy. At that time, he reached out to tug on the notorious jacket that had gotten caught.
Breaking off the kiss as that memory flooded him, the older man inserted his knee between his student's thighs and held the boy in place as he began to unbutton the youth's jacket to reveal the t-shirt underneath. "I like our position now," he said.
"S-sensei," Satoshi started in fear, "I don't like this. I don't know what's going on." He struggled against his binds when Jun's hands ran under the hem of his shirt and up his burning skin.
"You're lying when you say you don't know," Jun answered and without a doubt the smaller male gasped and jerked when his teacher found his nipples and tweaked them. "You've caused me a lot of trouble, Ohno. But despite everything, I still think you're cute."
"I am not," his student flatly denied. And he hotly repeated as if it had not gotten across the first time, "I am not!"
Jun used that moment to push his shirt up and leaned in to lick at his exposed nipple. When Satoshi couldn't help but moan, the older man scraped the nub with his teeth causing his student to jerk against his binds again.
"See?" Jun's lust filled gaze met the boy's. "You make the cutest sounds."
Heat climbed up the boy's face and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Sensei, you say the most embarrassing things!" he accused.
Even from back then too.
Satoshi's hand slipped when his teacher tried to yank him free. Accompanied by a small shout, he fell towards death half a meter and winced when his fingers burned on the wires. His buttoned jacket shifted up to expose his bare stomach, indicating that the well made clothing refused to rip and was only now caught further. And realizing that also, Jun crudely ordered his student to "Strip off your jacket!" unless the boy wanted to hang like a flag.
Below him, Satoshi shook his head and bit his lower lip. Didn't his teacher realize that he wore nothing underneath?
Currently, his adoration fueled by Satoshi's pretty flush from his words, Jun reached down to undo the boy's pants. When Satoshi tried to fight again, gasping as his boxers went along with his slacks, the older man pinned him down and renovated by bending his student's leg. He secured one foot above the ground using the boy's unlucky jeans. In the end, Satoshi had only one leg to stand on, and he was content to leave it on the ground.
The chilly air of night stung his bare skin, and the senior sobbed, "Sensei, let me down. I promise I'll do whatever you want."
Jun stood and faced him while his hand traveled down to palm his student's cock. As Satoshi whimpered at the contact, he said, "I don't think you're a liar, Ohno, but I'd rather have you tied up like this. This way, I can do as much as I please." His fingers ran along his student's throbbing length until he reached the head. He watched the boy's expression as he ran his thumb along the slit, and as expected his student bucked and gasped.
"You're hardening," Jun observed, feeling precome drip from the boy's cock unto his fingers.
"Don't say things like that," the senior begged, reddening much more than before.
Jun smiled. "But I like it so much when you blush." He tightened his hold, leaning forward to press his lips to the boy's burning and adorable cheeks. His fingers squeezed and pressured Satoshi's cock while he began to nip down the youth's beautiful jaw to his smooth neck. "Ohno," he said, "shall I keep talking?"
"N-no..." the senior answered mid moan, and was cut off when another escaped him.
Against his wishes, Jun whispered into his ear, "Over the years I have watched others touch you. Today, I swear I am going to own you in an entirely different way. I am going to take my precious time to make you beg." From his pocket he took out an object. Satoshi saw it and immediately shook his head. "I can't believe you know what this is," Jun laughed. He fingered the circular object.
"No, sensei..." Satoshi pleaded, but Jun went on to move the toy over his student's erection. He locked the cock ring in place and then caressed Satoshi's protruding erected tip, and to Jun, the indignantly dripping point was even cute.
"Sensei... you're cruel, " the smaller male choked out in between a moan and a sob while Jun took a bottle of lube from his pocket and dripped some unto his fingers. The smaller male turned his head aside and would not acknowledge the man who gripped his standing leg and wrapped it around his waist. Holding his weight, Jun leaned in and his fingers traced along Satoshi's inner thigh and down under to the puckering virgin hole underneath.
"Ah!" Satoshi cried out when his teacher touched him. He desperately fought to break away, but in vain as Jun fondled the small pink bud with his thumb. He pressed his face against his teacher's shoulder and sweetly whimpered. Jun drank in that delightful sound and in answer to his student's whine, pressed one knuckle into the tight entrance. Satoshi pushed against that finger in want. His cries increased in volume.
"More?" Jun asked, stroking the twitching rim of Satoshi's entrance with the point of that knuckle.
The smaller male kept his head down and groaned, but refused to speak. In answer, Jun pressured another finger against the nether lips until Satoshi squirmed in his hold. Instinctively, the senior's leg tightened around his waist in an attempt to bring him closer.
At that, Jun loosened his other hand that had been holding the boy up. Instead he pulled Satoshi's head back and kissed him again, probing in his tongue to entangle theirs together as he forced in two digits into his student's taut entry at once. Satoshi jerked so hard that he rattled the fence behind him, but the older man swallowed the boy's cry with his own mouth and stretched his student with the leisure that he did not feel. Soon, he had the boy writhing again from pleasure. That was when he pushed in a third digit to complete the languid preparation.
When Jun broke the wet kiss with Satoshi, for the first time that night, he gasped. After two years of waiting, he had held back even now, but he was quickly losing his patience especially when his precious Satoshi had been moaning so sweetly. He was painfully hard and he knew there was no way he could be gentle once he began. The older man pulled his fingers out of his student and through Satoshi's complaining whine at the unpleasant loss, he unzipped his slacks to release his throbbing erection into the open air.
A condom was quickly fitted and lubed before Jun brought the head of his erection to his student's eager entrance, but this time Satoshi gasped and tried to get away.
"S-sensei... it's not going to fit!" he protested, squeezing shut his eyes and vehemently shaking in objection at the ample solid cock at his waiting entrance.
"Shut up," Jun ordered in irritation as he painfully restrained himself for the last time. Surprising the smaller male, he reached up and untied the arm opposite from Satoshi's freed leg.
Just when Satoshi wondered what was going on, Jun nudged through the nether lips of his slick opening. Immediately, Satoshi's free hand went to push against Jun's shoulder. "No, sensei!" he cried, but the older man was beyond control. He rammed himself up into Satoshi and the boy instantly clamped down on him while jolting violently against the fence and crying out.
His nails dug into his teacher's shirt and skin as Jun pulled out and shoved himself in again. The clatter of the metal fence rang throughout the silent school grounds. It resonated at each and every hard and powerful thrust of the older man. Satoshi's body convulsed from the mixture of pressure and pleasure. Every time he tried to draw in air, Jun lunged into him again and he was left breathless.
But when the smaller male finally accommodated to the full and heavy thickness inside of him, his fervent screams and gasping ultimately joined the ringing metal at his back. There was no end. Jun continued to pound into him with all the passion of two years of contained lust. The only thing option for Satoshi was to clutch his teacher desperately as he writhed and whimpered under the fierce assault.
Eventually, the senior's loose hand ran to his own dripping but secured erection. He wanted release. Now. The burning in his body and abdomen was driving him crazy. Yet just when his fingertips nipped the ring around his heavy cock, Jun grabbed his wrist and pinned it above him. He struggled but was overpowered when his teacher's slick length slid into him again.
"Sensei!" Satoshi begged and panted for freedom even as the pleasurable sensations overwhelmed him once more. His body trembled, strung high, and drenched with sweat. It was unbearable. Too much heat. Too much sweet friction.
"Please..." Satoshi finally sobbed, suffocating, and Jun suddenly saw tears stream down his precious student's face. This was something he didn't like.
Instantly, he reached up and unbuckled the belt that held down his student's other arm. He brought the bruised wrist to his lips and kissed the smooth flesh. Satoshi opened his wet eyes in surprise at the soft touch. His teacher went on to crouch down with him in tow and untied his other leg. At last, the older man removed the restraint around Satoshi's cock.
Setting the boy on his trembling feet, Jun turned him until Satoshi faced and gripped the fence. This time, his teacher slowly penetrated him from behind and somehow, while he moaned he pushed against it wanting to be full again. Jun reached around the senior to wrap a hand around his throbbing erection as his student enveloped his whole length in warm pulsating heat.
"S-sensei..." Satoshi groaned, clutching the cold metal in his fingers and depending on them to cool him.
"Call me Jun," his teacher leaned over him and whispered into his ear.
The senior did not need to be told twice. Through the rest of their lovemaking, as Jun drove in and out of his student to a fast and hard rhythm, his name joined the rattling of the structure Satoshi clung to. Their sweat soaked through the rough material of their clothing and meshed when their bodies were brought together. Moaning in ecstasy, Jun held his student steady and pumped the boy's erection when he neared his own release.
Satoshi came first, reaching his peak and spilling into his teacher's hands with a soundless cry. While he spasmed and his muscles clenched around Jun, the older man had only to thrust a few more times before he also reached his high. He rode out his orgasm inside Satoshi before pulling out and taking off the used condom.
Finally, panting as one, they fell in a heap. Jun with his back against the fence in an upright position and Satoshi secured in his arms. The night air around them was pleasant and the silence calming after the exhiliration. Jun reached out to caress the damp bangs on his adorable student's forehead. The senior was still flushed and breathless, and he couldn't help but lean down to kiss the boy on his luscious wet lips one last time.
When he pulled away, Satoshi blinked up at him. Meeting his innocent gaze, Jun whispered, "You probably hate me now."
Satoshi looked away and answered quietly, "I don't understand you, sensei. Why did you have to pick on me?"
Jun tightened his hold around his student and his other hand went up to grip the fence behind him. "Because you're the one I met here." There was no one else it could have been. But when an expressionless Satoshi only blinked at him in incomprehension, Jun did not want to explain and said, "It's not a habit. You're the only student I've ever slept with."
The senior simply replied, "Oh," which irritated Jun who thought his student still didn't understand, but before he could get another word in, the youth muttered, "Sensei, I don't think I can stand."
That night, like the very time he met the student, the teacher went and did a ridiculous thing. Jun climbed again and this time it was the Ohno's house with the added weight of his student on his back. He broke into the boy's room upstairs and had to make sure his student was safely in bed before leaving.
"Sensei," the senior called on his way out. At the window Jun heard him finally reply, "I don't hate you."
"Take off your jacket!" Jun had ordered.
"I don't want to," Satoshi mumbled, because he was wearing nothing underneath. "Aiba fell in a puddle so I gave him my shirt."
Any minute now, someone would come along and see the ridiculous scene. In desperation, Jun threatened, "Take of your jacket or I'm calling your parents to personally come and help you down!" Satoshi sulked, but he did not need to be warned twice. His jacket was off and hanging by the obnoxious wire in a second. The result was that Jun was left with a skinny bare topped freshman freezing in the chilly spring morning.
They reached the ground as a pair and Jun got a better look at the troublesome freshman he had helped. His student's cheeks were lovely flushed from the chill and embarrassment. Satoshi wrapped a bare arm around himself and silently peered up at Jun through his lashes, waiting for his teacher's next move. Unfortunately, the opening ceremony ended right then.
At the same instant, they heard the noise of the departing mass from the gym. In one swift motion, Jun had the jacket of his suit off and around the small boy's shoulders. He wrapped the boy tightly and just in time as the first person appeared around the corner.
"Go tell this Aiba to dry his clothes and return your shirt," the teacher promptly ordered. "I'll get your jacket down for you." Satoshi nodded and Jun quickly ran off because he had to hide the heat climbing up his face and his racing pulse. He had no idea that Satoshi watched his receding back and hoped they would talk again.
But in the weeks that passed, Satoshi never had the chance and by the time the boy noticed, two years had passed. He had not thanked the teacher that had enchanted him on his very first day. So unknown to anyone and even to his two friends, when he became a senior Ohno Satoshi had been excited to be in Matsumoto Jun's homeroom. Even if Jun picked on him and had told him to stay after school one day because he kept arriving late.
And so it actually was, Jun did not have to wait two more years, or even two weeks, to possess Satoshi again.
-- fin --
sequel Defeating You