[one-shot, nc-17, series] First Level Offense - AtsushixAki
Title: First Level Offense
Author: echo_plex
Pairing: AtsushixAki (BUCK-TICK, SID)
Series: Disciplinary Action Fantasies
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage!Aki, slash, sort of crack, crossdressing
Disclaimer: If Aki really did wear school outfits for Atsushi, do you seriously think I'd be here writing about it? I'd be watching all day~
Summary: The headmaster at Aramashikyo Preparatory, Atsushi Sakurai, is a fair man who runs a tight ship in this educational establishment, but is understanding regarding the rights and some preferences of the students; however, he has no sympathy for rule breakers - among them the young, daring Ichiki Akihito, or more commonly known as 'Aki.' Let's see what happens when Aki continues to get sent to the Headmaster's office for raising hell on school grounds.
Notes: This was originally written for 15minutefantasy which is a fun, small but cozy community where muses can write out whatever gets their rocks off, but for some reason, I'm posting here first. Oh, and please don't think this has great depth -- it's half-crack, half-smut, after all.
If it weren't for his solid, nearly exemplary grades, he would probably be much harsher on the boy when it came time to punish him. One thing was to allow him --and other students-- some leniency regarding their attire on the grounds of personal expression and identity, but to allow them to bypass codes of conduct and rules? Not in a million years.
It was hard for Sakurai-sensei to reconcile grades like Akihito's with the personality and appearance of the boy. Bleach-blond streaks peppered long, black-brown hair that reached mid-back, several facial piercings, eye make-up, a shirt with more buttons undone that he normally allowed, a girl's uniform skirt that he rightfully shouldn't have been wearing but the teachers gave up on that, and knee-high black stockings that gave way to black boots. His tie was tied around one of his thighs like a some sort of garter belt and Aki made a show of untying it and putting the tie on correctly as soon as a cold 'wear your tie correctly' left his lips.
Watching the young man over his computer screen, the Headmaster watched Aki plop down onto one of the seats directly across from him and cross his leg over his knee. He then rested both hand over his thigh in a gesture of mock-modesty and twirled the lollipop in his mouth with his tongue. The loud clicking sound that resulted every time Aki's tongue stud made contact with the round candy did nothing to alleviate his already frazzled nerves. Deciding to save himself an outburst, the quiet Headmaster remained focused on his correspondence by the computer station and made occasional eye contact with the young student as he skimmed over a letter from an opened envelope on his desk.
"Ichiki-san, why on earth did you start that paper fight in Noguchi-sensei's class? It's the third time this week that I get a complaint about you and the second time you wind up here in two days..."
"She's boring and she's terrible teacher; surely you noticed that when she came to teach here, didn't you, Sakurai-sensei?" Aki's voice was sweet with just the right touch of mockery and honesty that both surprised and irked him as an educator and person. The boy's smug expression didn't change even when he rolled his eyes and put the letter down.
"You will not talk about your teachers in that manner and you will address me correctly, Ichiki-san."
Extra-homework often proved an useless deterrent for Aki, and detentions with other teachers were even more futile; the boy's antics only got more disruptive the more other members of the staff tried to discipline him -- even Noguchi who was one of the toughest nuts to crack of the faculty was at her wit's end about what kind of action to take with the Ichiki boy. He was not as desperate as she was to find a solution, but this on-going disciplinary situation was starting to really, really piss him off. A week didn't go by without him hearing something about Aki doing or saying something --sometimes it was because he didn't do or say something-- and he'd have to take time out of his schedule to tend to the complaints. He was awfully close to disregarding the stellar grades of the boy and give Aki a more severe punishment than just detentions and extra days of school. The boy had gone undisciplined the right way for far too long and maybe that was partly his fault.
"But I have not addressed you inappropriately, sensei...unless you prefer I call you Atsushi-sama?" Aki smiled faintly, daringly, and rested the lollipop against his plump strawberry-stained lips, the saliva-slicked confection resting against the boy's lip piercings in a rather interesting way; almost artistic, he would say, but not right now when he was about to slap the boy with outdoor suspension.The Headmaster steepled his fingers briefly and pressed both hands to the surface of his desk as soon as Aki's teasing reached his ears; at first she was taken aback by hearing his name spoken like that, but that surprise quickly turned to anger.
"Address me correctly, damnit."
There was a glint in the boy's eye that didn't quite go well with him, not because he knew what it was but because he could be sure it meant nothing good. The Headmaster narrowed his eyes and gave Aki his coldest, most threatening look, but the boy only seemed to feed off it and become bolder in his actions. Lifting his hands from his semi-covered thighs --the skirt the boy wore didn't seem to fulfill its duty to cover up very well-- Aki took the lollipop out of his mouth, placed it down on a corner of the desk and leaned forward to rest his hands on the Headmaster's desk, merely inches away from where the older man's hands lay.
His voice adopted a much huskier, lower tone than the mocking one from before and he nearly whispered to the older man, "I think I will continue to call you that, Atsushi-sama. Would you like to know why? Yes? No? I'll tell you anyway... it suits you, you know. You try to hide behind your suit and your title, but you're so much bigger and better than this bland post at this school; behind that tie and that scowl I can see someone passionate," Aki paused briefly to moisten his lips with the tip of his tongue, his silver tongue stud flashing for an instant at him teasingly, then disappeared into the candy-sweetened cavern of its owner's mouth, "someone who doesn't hide behind the right thing and takes what he wants..." The headmaster's eyes widened as Aki lifted a leg, then the other one and climbed atop his desk in a swift move, blushing hotly at the scandalous sight of the most blatantly sexual student of the school on his hands and knees, not to mention a hair's breadth away from him.
"Get off my desk and leave, Ichiki," he uttered the words more out of shock and confusion rather than anger, but what was indignation if not righteous anger?
"I think not, Atsushi-sama," Aki countered saucily, lifting his hands off the desk and rising to his knees; he then scooted closer to the Headmaster and took the Headmaster's hands before the older man could say anything else. "I see through you, Atsushi-sama... you're a man of great discipline, but you're a man of great hungers too..." He was fairly sure Aki's actions would have escalated right away had he not taken his hands back and glared murderously.
"You know nothing about me, Ichiki. Get off my damn desk, grab your bag and go home. For a whole week. Now."
"And why would I do that, Atsu-sama, when I'm about to give you a gift?" Before he could rise from his armchair and throw Aki off his desk, the boy had his hands in his once more, but this time he succeeded in placing them somewhere: on his thighs, right underneath the hem of his short skirt. The Headmaster's body tightened and shuddered at once, his mind reeling and his body caught between the erotic lure of the nymphet before him and the screaming voice inside his head clamoring for him to run away from such a breach of conduct codes. "Akihito...." Atsushi muttered warningly, trying to ignore the warmth of the boy's supple flesh and growling warningly as Aki dragged their hands up his thighs, bunching up his skirt in the process and revealing a black lace thong sitting invitingly on slender, sunkissed hips. "Call me Aki, Atsu-sama... don't be so formal -- not when you're seeing parts of me most people don't often get to see..." Aki's husky laughter, contagious and erotic as it was, had to be put aside for the sake of his integrity -- for the integrity of the institution! -- but if there was a god, he wasn't listening because it was nearly impossible for the older man to will himself to stop devouring the sight of Aki's exposed lower body and the unabashed expression of lust clouding his handsome, boyish face.
"Aki, stop this."
"Not when I'm about to give you something special -- some might call it precious..." the boy's voice had dropped an octave with something more serious, but the teasing, lusftul words were not completely gone. Instead of speaking more for the moment, he took of the Headmaster's hands and slid it under the soft fabric of his underwear and wrapped both his hand and Atsushi's around his half-hard cock.
"Aki! N--"
"Shhh, Atsu-sama...let me show you something," Aki pressed a finger to Atsushi's lips and sighed softly as the touch of the Headmaster made his body overwarm; Aki rolled his hips softly into Atsushi's hand and closed his eyes for the briefest moment to savor the feel of the older man's intimate touch -- it was no longer a silly jerk-off fantasy but actuality. The thought only made Aki harden more and Atsushi inevitably mirrored the boy's reaction.
"Do you feel me, Atsu-sama? Mnhnm, I've been touched here before...I've touched others here before," Aki's voice continued to drop in volume as the tentative touches continued, his hips rocking faintly against Atsushi's hand. The urge to flee was still present in the older man's mind, even as his hand stroked the hot, silken flesh of Aki's shaft, but the damage was already done; Aki's words had already gotten under his skin and his body was craving whatever it was Aki was offering. "However," Aki paused momentarily and moved Atsushi's hand to his rear, pressing two of the Headmaster's fingers between the globes of his rear until they grazed his untouched entrance.
"Ahmmn, I've never been touched here....not inside...." Grounding his rear shyly against Atsushi's hand, Aki moaned under his breath as a hot flush swept over his whole body, especially those places where Atsushi's flesh made contact with his own. "This is my gift to you, Atsu-sama, so take it...."
"A-Aki...Ichiki-san... you know I can't do that -- it's not allowed...and you are not of age to engage in --" Aki's brow furrowed momentarily and he silenced the older man with a finger to his lips once more. "My age and the conduct codes have nothing to do with it, Atsushi-sama... If you actually went by the rules as much as you pretend to, you wouldn't allow me to get away with the things I do...wouldn't let me get away with tormenting your staff and yourself..." Aki seemed somewhat upset now, stilling his hips and threading his fingers through the Headmaster's hair without any regards to the other man's personal space. "Admit it, Atsushi-sama -- you let me wear my skirts and my boots because you look at me whether you notice or not; I've seen your eyes travel over my body --whether in interest or disdain, I don't really know-- but your eyes always linger a second too long... just as your punishments come after a long silence..."
"How is that fair, Atsushi-sama, hm? Tell me..."
As Aki's words died down to movements of his hips and soft sighs as he pressed his rear down against Atsushi's hand, his fists curled and uncurled weakly as he sought to commit the sensation of the Headmaster's touch to memory, regardless of whether or not the man would actually claim him like he had been wanting him to. Atsushi made no move to pull back nor did he initiate anything else; he was stunned and infinitely uncomfortable with Aki's words. Whether they were true or not, the boy had made a few points that, though vague, they were quickly shaking his faith on his fairness and his resistance to temptation. Was he really that obvious...or even worse, that hypocritical? He truly was trying to be fair and morally correct...
"Ak--"
"No, I won't allow you to ruin a perfectly good moment with your pretend morals, Atsushi-sama..." seeing that the flustered Headmaster would not take the plunge on his own, Aki brought the man's face to rest against his stomach and held his head against his body for a long moment; he then released Atsushi and pressed his lips hungrily to those of the man whose attention he'd been trying to call by all means possible. The Headmaster, though stunned breathless once more, responded to the kiss tentatively, only kissing back more actively when the heat of Aki's body against his was impossible for him to will away or ignore. As the kiss became more forceful, Aki lowered himself onto the Headmaster's lap with a soft mewl and arched his back as Atsushi's hands willingly settled on heated skin and traced slow paths over his hips and the swell of his rear. The boy's noises hitched in his throat momentarily as he tried to help the older man remove his thong; Atsushi chucked it onto the table and quickly forgot about it as both hands found their way to the crease of Aki's rear; long fingers parted the tender globes of hot flesh and caressed the innermost, nerve-rich skin of Aki's virgin blossom.
"Atsu-sama, please...Anhmh...please....say yes..."Aki sought the Headmaster's lips again and kissed him a little desperately, gripped by a faint-but-nevertheless-present attack of insecurities, hoping fervently that the older man wouldn't have a change of heart and send him away, thus rejecting what he was offering. He had experience with sexual things, but when it came to sex....he had to admit he'd been waiting for the opportunity to give himself to the dark, handsome Headmaster. He hated to think of it as 'saving himself', but in the end, things were what they were regardless of what he named them.
"Aki...I...are you sure?" Atsushi was still trying to fight off his desires, but the half-naked youth pressing against him and wrestling with his belt only weakened his resolve even more; how was he supposed to say no when all he could feel, touch and think was Aki, the boy that haunted his days and even some nights?
"Atsu-sama, please... just do it -- I don't care if it hurts, so long as it's you." The words rushing out of Aki's mouth were breathless and tense with anticipation, his body agitated and wanting the warmth and the dominance the older man's body exuded. Atsushi crushed his lips to Aki's as he wiggled a finger into the boy's untouched passage, curling it slowly and gently as to cause him minimal discomfort. Aki's body tensed and strangled moan escaped him; his hips momentarily stilled and his body tensed around the intrusion, but the soothing hand of the older man gave him some confidence to loosen up and try to ride out the discomfort. The boy's body didn't seem to want to cooperate at first with his hot walls clenching tightly around his finger as if trying to expel it, but after a few minutes of careful stretching, the boy's passage gave enough to allow him to press his whole finger into him.
"Ah, Atsu-sama...that feels...Mhnph..." Aki mewled softly as he lifted and dropped his rear onto Atsushi's finger experimentally, the novel sensation coupled with his expectations and arousal creating a tiny, semi-pleasant feeling that fluttered in the pit of his stomach. "How much longer until you...get inside me, Atsu-sama? I want it..." Atsushi pressed his lips against Aki's neck to keep from answering, lest his good sense continued to betrayed him and he harmed the boy by engaging him too soon.
"Atsu-sama...I want more...deeper...please?" Aki's voice held a pleading note amidst the soft sighs and the quivering and Atsushi obliged him with another finger; it was difficult to penetrate Aki without any kind of lubrication to make it easier on the boy's body, but the way Aki's hands curled on his shoulders and held on told Atsushi that Aki would probably get upset if he stopped.
"Aki, you're hurting...I'm going to stop..."
"No!" Aki's fingers dug into the older man's shoulder hard and he refused to let him stop touching him; yes, it hurt, but he never minded pain as much as he minded rejection. He was already too far into the pleasure-pain Atsushi was giving him to let the man walk away. "I'm fine... I'm just a little tense..."
"Then relax, Aki-san...it will hurt more if you don't." Atsushi tried to soothe the boy with whispered words, holding him close as he pumped and scissored his fingers in and out of the boy's clenching entrance with the utmost care. He was really going to need some lubrication. To what? To corrupt an innocent? Oh, for the love of god -- he needed to stop! Just because Aki wasn't all that innocent didn't mean he could continue... but the promise of warm, pure flesh sliding against him and strawberry-flavored cries had more weight in his body and it ultimately won.
"Reach into that drawer and grab lotion..."
"Prepared, Atsu-sama?" Aki laughed through a moan as Atsushi's fingers slid into him rather roughly and his body arched in the man's hold, his eyes taking in the lack of amusement in the older man's face.
"It's the confiscated items drawer."
Still impaled on the Headmaster's fingers, Aki leaned sideways and pulled open the drawer, rummaged through it absently until his fingers wrapped around a small container of hand lotion in the girliest shade of pink possible.
Sweet Pea.
Atsushi groaned when Aki handed him the small bottle. "Is there anything else but this?" He didn't like the overly sweet scent and he vaguely remembered having to air out his office after confiscating it. The boy shook his head no and continued to ride his fingers, too enthralled by the slew of new sensations flooding his body from the inside. It would have to do, he supposed; considering the circumstances of the encounter, this was probably as good as the boy would get, then again, they weren't supposed to be doing that anyway.
"Atsu-sama~ Now...please, I'm ready..."
Atsushi didn't really believe that, but he removed his fingers from Aki's passage anyway, helped him stand, then stood up himself; Aki wasted no time in unbuttoning the man's slacks and lowering them, briefs and everything, down to his thighs. Aki pushed Atsushi back down onto the armchair and straddled the Headmaster once more, blushing lightly and grinding against him to feel more of their intimate parts rubbing against one another.
"Ohgod...Atsushi-sama..please...I'll be a good boy, I promise..."
"Aki..." Atsushi's voice held no warning any longer, only barely contained hunger and a touch of anguish that made Aki flush hotter and roll his hips more insistently. The boy handed the Headmaster the lotion once more with the cap open and Atsushi poured a portion of it contents into his hand; he bit his lip and burned Aki with a hungry look as he coated his hardened length with the sickly sweet lotion, then slid slick fingers into Aki once again and coated them with the residual lubrication clinging to his fingertips. Aki tightened around the fingers with a small whimper as Atsushi withdrew them, but to make up for them, the boy took Atsushi's length in hand and prodded himself with the thick head, trying to sink down onto the older man's length; however, as it was substantially bigger than mere fingers, it wasn't particularly an easy task.
"Atsu-sama...now!" Aki was still afraid Atsushi would send him away and it made him all the more eager to consummate the act, trying to force the head of the man's length inside of him; he succeeded in doing so, but a pained cry bubbled up from his throat and erupted loudly as an echo in the otherwise quiet office. He had probably undermined the pain of this, but he'd go with it now that he had Atsushi-sama where he wanted him. The Headmaster hissed and dug fingers into Aki's thighs to keep him from hurting himself more and fought sword and shield to keep from giving in to his more primal desires and bury himself inside the boy with enough violence to make him cry. Aki's arms draped around his neck and his attempts to lower himself down further continued, but Atsushi held him back for a moment before letting sink down inch by inch onto his length.
"A-Aki...." The boy's name dragged out of his mouth in a breathless groan of satisfaction as the pressure of hot, convulsing walls clinging to his shaft helplessly in a slick slide wracked shudders over his body. The curves of the boy's body fit into his tightly and the boy held tighter still as they began to move against one another -- the curve of Aki's bottom pressed hotly against his thighs over and over ,and the more Aki arched into him, the more pronounced the quivering of his belly was. A glance at the boy's face revealed hints of pain, eagerness and a certain vulnerability that made him strangely endearing amidst the blur of their coupling. The way the boy tried to contain his cries of pain and pass them off as ecstatic moans gave Atsushi the feeling that no matter how seductive, resolute, and adult-like Aki seemed to be, he was still young and unsure of his footing in situations that were beyond his years. There was sweetness still in this handful of curves, piercings and debauchery that was Aki; it didn't make Atsushi go any slower, despite of what he might have preferred for the boy's first time, but he did give him far more comfort than he was initially thinking of offering. He kissed Aki's temple and engaged him in a long, breathless kiss that kept pace with the undulating rhythm of their bodies; if Atsushi slid into Aki deeply, so would his tongue into the boy's mouth, if Aki moaned into the kiss in pleasure, he'd nip his lips or curl his tongue around Aki's studded one.
Despite the irritating burn of the lotion inside him, Aki's pleasure came and went in stronger waves as the older man held him by his hips and ground them down onto his length; he let go of whatever doubts he might have had and embraced the sensations the elder offered with his body and his comforts. The hands on his hips were firm and reassuring in their guidance, the lips that ravished his with increasing passion a grounding anchor that he could hold on to as his body was broken, claimed and taken by a man he'd wanted since he arrived to the school. Atsushi-sama might not have wanted him before, but only the moment mattered, the knowledge that the man had finally left his guard down and taken his gift kept him from feeling foolish.
Aki's feverish thoughts were momentarily broken by a rough change of pace that tore him away from the kiss and left him with his face pressed against the older man's neck for fear of screaming too loudly. His whole body burned and while it was overwhelming, it was not unbearable. The headmaster's passionate onslaught brought pain, need and ecstasy on a level he could have imagined prior to experiencing. There was an increasing pressure inside him that exploded into burst of electricity that made him a boneless, moaning, writhing heap of nerves and hot flesh.
Did this happen during sex every time? Was everything this intense, this pleasurably overwhelming? Aki wondered that briefly as he forced his hips to grind and rotate on Atsushi's length, riding the man in an out-of-control, needy rhythm that kept propelling him toward release, but didn't wonder for long -- the man's claiming only got more intense and frantic as they both hurtled to their boiling point.
"Atsu-samaaa...Hmnhm, more, please..." Aki's eyes were shut tightly and his hands bunched into fists at the Headmaster's back, making handholds out of the fabric of the man's shirt; his hips shoved against Atsushi's more aggressively and his lips pleaded against the thrumming pulse at the Headmaster's neck to go deeper, to fuck him harder. Atsushi made a low noise in his throat at the boy's heated whispers and bounced Aki on his lap forcefully, groaning each time Aki's inner muscles spasmed jerkily from the impact and the power that forced tender walls to accommodate his battering intrusion.
"Ah! Amnhm! Atsu-s-sama...please..." liquid crystal tears gathered at the corner of Aki's eyes as he pleaded with the Headmaster for everything and more; he wanted to feel, to hurt, to quiver with bliss; anything strong enough to linger long after the moment was over. He wanted the soreness and the stains to bind memories to those fleeting sensations burning his body alive. As he approached orgasm faster and faster, the boy pressed wet, hurried kisses to the Headmaster's jaw, taking in the masculine scent of the man with gulps of air and exhaling hot, panting breaths against the man's ear that only served to make him shudder and grip Aki's hips with bruising strength. Atsushi groaned abruptly and muttered Aki's name in a breathless gasp as the strings and coils down at the pit of belly wound up tightly in the advent of his climax, propelling him forward against Aki's body and clinging to him as he thrust several more times into Aki's body with a muted hiss.
"A-Aki....Mnhmph!" in an unguarded moment of frantic gasping, Atsushi's mouth found a place on the boy's neck and bit down harshly, making Aki cry out and claw at his back in reflex. It hurt, the bite, but if it meant that he'd have yet another something of Atsushi's to remember this moment, he'd take it gladly and revel in the hurt it brought. If it hurt, it was real, no?
"Atsu-sama! I..Ahmmhn!" there was a slick heat spreading through his insides that made him squirm and clench tightly around the older man, involuntarily riding the man as if to milk him of his seed. Aki teetered at the very edge of the precipice as Atsushi filled him, and just when he thought he'd have to take himself in hand to reach his own peak, he drew in a surprised gasp when Atsushi's hand palmed his length and stroked him with swift but sure strokes that squeezed the moist head of his length with a delicious pressure that his thighs quiver involuntarily.
"Atsu-sa--ma...pleasepleaseplease!...hmnh, so good..." The boy's whimpers were incoherent at best at that point, but he tried not to listen what Aki was saying; his body was spent as it was, but enough of 'harder,' 'please,' and 'more' and he'd find himself ravaging the boy once more. It was enough to have corrupted him once; he didn't need to be thinking of a second time.
"Atsushi-sama!" Aki muffled his own cry of release against his hand and curled his body into Atsushi's, shivering and whimpering against the man's chest as an overpowering feeling of sensitivity and burning all over his body shook him and stole his breath. Atsushi held him close and stroked his hair briefly, giving the boy time to come down from his orgasmic high. He hissed softly as Aki's body clenched tightly around him in involuntary spasms, but all the same, the older man let him huddle into the warmth of his body and remained for several long minutes.
Sex was a taxing process, not just physically, but mentally as well; probably more to a newly-deflowered youth.
The headmaster wasn't counting the time they spent curled against one another in his chair, but the sound of the bell announcing change of classes roused them from their stupor and they were moderately quick to right themselves lest someone burst into his office and found them on such a compromising position; Atsushi knew Aki wouldn't give a damn, but he did -- it was his career at stake, not to mention his integrity and his peace of mind. Aki wiped himself clean with a tissue from a pack of them in the confiscated items drawer and tossed it into the wastebasket carelessly, smoothing his skirt down and buttoning up a few buttons in a vague effort to look anything but recently fucked silly, regardless of how much he would have enjoyed to draw attention to his good fortune.
Atsushi zipped his pants, fixed his tie and massaged his temples as he felt the onset of a headache; the sex had been great, he was physically satisfied, but his conscience was kicking in. It was going to be a long day with an even longer night of 'why's.'
"Any punishments for me, Atsushi-sama?"
"Go back to class, Aki. Do not speak of this to anyone."
"Oh, be still my heart, not back to class!" Aki laughed easily, winking quite boldly and caressing the Headmaster's cheek before circling around his desk toward the exit; he snatched his panties off the desk and as an afterthought, tossed them at the Headmaster. The garmet bounced off the older man's chest and fell to his lap inconspicuously, yet the irony of their landing was rather obvious.
"You're going to be late, Aki. Go."
"I'm going, going, Atsu-sama... and by the way, don't feel so bad -- a gift received is meant to be enjoyed... especially if the giver enjoyed giving it..."
A twist of the boy's wrist and a pull, and Aki opened the door of his office before he could say anything -- his secretary was outside, so he didn't dare utter a word to hint at the events that had just taken place. "Behave yourself this time, Aki. I don't want to hear about you making trouble, got it?"
"You won't hear a peep about me, Sakurai-sensei," Aki winked and stepped through the threshold with a certain satisfied bounce to his step (and the tiniest sign of discomfort), "not a single peep."
For now, Aki thought to himself. He closed the door behind him with a small, smug smirk and ducked out of the Headmaster's office in the direction of the bathroom. He sure as hell wasn't going to class after that meeting with the Headmaster; Atsushi probably expected him not to, but it wouldn't be the first nor the last time he skipped class.
Atsushi sighed heavily and closed his eyes after Aki left the room. He told his secretary he was taking no calls and no visitors because he was busy for that afternoon; not particularly a lie since all his mind did was run in circles with thoughts and images of writhing, mewling Aki in his head. The encounter was bittersweet from a moral point of view, but if he considered the physical side, his body still burned pleasantly, his lips tasted like candy and his fingers continued to touch and rub the lacey material of Aki's undergarment.
He had left lingering physical marks on the boy, but what Aki had left behind was something that he could only fathom in the depths of his mind and body, but lingered just as strongly.
Second Offense >
Author: echo_plex
Pairing: AtsushixAki (BUCK-TICK, SID)
Series: Disciplinary Action Fantasies
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage!Aki, slash, sort of crack, crossdressing
Disclaimer: If Aki really did wear school outfits for Atsushi, do you seriously think I'd be here writing about it? I'd be watching all day~
Summary: The headmaster at Aramashikyo Preparatory, Atsushi Sakurai, is a fair man who runs a tight ship in this educational establishment, but is understanding regarding the rights and some preferences of the students; however, he has no sympathy for rule breakers - among them the young, daring Ichiki Akihito, or more commonly known as 'Aki.' Let's see what happens when Aki continues to get sent to the Headmaster's office for raising hell on school grounds.
Notes: This was originally written for 15minutefantasy which is a fun, small but cozy community where muses can write out whatever gets their rocks off, but for some reason, I'm posting here first. Oh, and please don't think this has great depth -- it's half-crack, half-smut, after all.
If it weren't for his solid, nearly exemplary grades, he would probably be much harsher on the boy when it came time to punish him. One thing was to allow him --and other students-- some leniency regarding their attire on the grounds of personal expression and identity, but to allow them to bypass codes of conduct and rules? Not in a million years.
It was hard for Sakurai-sensei to reconcile grades like Akihito's with the personality and appearance of the boy. Bleach-blond streaks peppered long, black-brown hair that reached mid-back, several facial piercings, eye make-up, a shirt with more buttons undone that he normally allowed, a girl's uniform skirt that he rightfully shouldn't have been wearing but the teachers gave up on that, and knee-high black stockings that gave way to black boots. His tie was tied around one of his thighs like a some sort of garter belt and Aki made a show of untying it and putting the tie on correctly as soon as a cold 'wear your tie correctly' left his lips.
Watching the young man over his computer screen, the Headmaster watched Aki plop down onto one of the seats directly across from him and cross his leg over his knee. He then rested both hand over his thigh in a gesture of mock-modesty and twirled the lollipop in his mouth with his tongue. The loud clicking sound that resulted every time Aki's tongue stud made contact with the round candy did nothing to alleviate his already frazzled nerves. Deciding to save himself an outburst, the quiet Headmaster remained focused on his correspondence by the computer station and made occasional eye contact with the young student as he skimmed over a letter from an opened envelope on his desk.
"Ichiki-san, why on earth did you start that paper fight in Noguchi-sensei's class? It's the third time this week that I get a complaint about you and the second time you wind up here in two days..."
"She's boring and she's terrible teacher; surely you noticed that when she came to teach here, didn't you, Sakurai-sensei?" Aki's voice was sweet with just the right touch of mockery and honesty that both surprised and irked him as an educator and person. The boy's smug expression didn't change even when he rolled his eyes and put the letter down.
"You will not talk about your teachers in that manner and you will address me correctly, Ichiki-san."
Extra-homework often proved an useless deterrent for Aki, and detentions with other teachers were even more futile; the boy's antics only got more disruptive the more other members of the staff tried to discipline him -- even Noguchi who was one of the toughest nuts to crack of the faculty was at her wit's end about what kind of action to take with the Ichiki boy. He was not as desperate as she was to find a solution, but this on-going disciplinary situation was starting to really, really piss him off. A week didn't go by without him hearing something about Aki doing or saying something --sometimes it was because he didn't do or say something-- and he'd have to take time out of his schedule to tend to the complaints. He was awfully close to disregarding the stellar grades of the boy and give Aki a more severe punishment than just detentions and extra days of school. The boy had gone undisciplined the right way for far too long and maybe that was partly his fault.
"But I have not addressed you inappropriately, sensei...unless you prefer I call you Atsushi-sama?" Aki smiled faintly, daringly, and rested the lollipop against his plump strawberry-stained lips, the saliva-slicked confection resting against the boy's lip piercings in a rather interesting way; almost artistic, he would say, but not right now when he was about to slap the boy with outdoor suspension.The Headmaster steepled his fingers briefly and pressed both hands to the surface of his desk as soon as Aki's teasing reached his ears; at first she was taken aback by hearing his name spoken like that, but that surprise quickly turned to anger.
"Address me correctly, damnit."
There was a glint in the boy's eye that didn't quite go well with him, not because he knew what it was but because he could be sure it meant nothing good. The Headmaster narrowed his eyes and gave Aki his coldest, most threatening look, but the boy only seemed to feed off it and become bolder in his actions. Lifting his hands from his semi-covered thighs --the skirt the boy wore didn't seem to fulfill its duty to cover up very well-- Aki took the lollipop out of his mouth, placed it down on a corner of the desk and leaned forward to rest his hands on the Headmaster's desk, merely inches away from where the older man's hands lay.
His voice adopted a much huskier, lower tone than the mocking one from before and he nearly whispered to the older man, "I think I will continue to call you that, Atsushi-sama. Would you like to know why? Yes? No? I'll tell you anyway... it suits you, you know. You try to hide behind your suit and your title, but you're so much bigger and better than this bland post at this school; behind that tie and that scowl I can see someone passionate," Aki paused briefly to moisten his lips with the tip of his tongue, his silver tongue stud flashing for an instant at him teasingly, then disappeared into the candy-sweetened cavern of its owner's mouth, "someone who doesn't hide behind the right thing and takes what he wants..." The headmaster's eyes widened as Aki lifted a leg, then the other one and climbed atop his desk in a swift move, blushing hotly at the scandalous sight of the most blatantly sexual student of the school on his hands and knees, not to mention a hair's breadth away from him.
"Get off my desk and leave, Ichiki," he uttered the words more out of shock and confusion rather than anger, but what was indignation if not righteous anger?
"I think not, Atsushi-sama," Aki countered saucily, lifting his hands off the desk and rising to his knees; he then scooted closer to the Headmaster and took the Headmaster's hands before the older man could say anything else. "I see through you, Atsushi-sama... you're a man of great discipline, but you're a man of great hungers too..." He was fairly sure Aki's actions would have escalated right away had he not taken his hands back and glared murderously.
"You know nothing about me, Ichiki. Get off my damn desk, grab your bag and go home. For a whole week. Now."
"And why would I do that, Atsu-sama, when I'm about to give you a gift?" Before he could rise from his armchair and throw Aki off his desk, the boy had his hands in his once more, but this time he succeeded in placing them somewhere: on his thighs, right underneath the hem of his short skirt. The Headmaster's body tightened and shuddered at once, his mind reeling and his body caught between the erotic lure of the nymphet before him and the screaming voice inside his head clamoring for him to run away from such a breach of conduct codes. "Akihito...." Atsushi muttered warningly, trying to ignore the warmth of the boy's supple flesh and growling warningly as Aki dragged their hands up his thighs, bunching up his skirt in the process and revealing a black lace thong sitting invitingly on slender, sunkissed hips. "Call me Aki, Atsu-sama... don't be so formal -- not when you're seeing parts of me most people don't often get to see..." Aki's husky laughter, contagious and erotic as it was, had to be put aside for the sake of his integrity -- for the integrity of the institution! -- but if there was a god, he wasn't listening because it was nearly impossible for the older man to will himself to stop devouring the sight of Aki's exposed lower body and the unabashed expression of lust clouding his handsome, boyish face.
"Aki, stop this."
"Not when I'm about to give you something special -- some might call it precious..." the boy's voice had dropped an octave with something more serious, but the teasing, lusftul words were not completely gone. Instead of speaking more for the moment, he took of the Headmaster's hands and slid it under the soft fabric of his underwear and wrapped both his hand and Atsushi's around his half-hard cock.
"Aki! N--"
"Shhh, Atsu-sama...let me show you something," Aki pressed a finger to Atsushi's lips and sighed softly as the touch of the Headmaster made his body overwarm; Aki rolled his hips softly into Atsushi's hand and closed his eyes for the briefest moment to savor the feel of the older man's intimate touch -- it was no longer a silly jerk-off fantasy but actuality. The thought only made Aki harden more and Atsushi inevitably mirrored the boy's reaction.
"Do you feel me, Atsu-sama? Mnhnm, I've been touched here before...I've touched others here before," Aki's voice continued to drop in volume as the tentative touches continued, his hips rocking faintly against Atsushi's hand. The urge to flee was still present in the older man's mind, even as his hand stroked the hot, silken flesh of Aki's shaft, but the damage was already done; Aki's words had already gotten under his skin and his body was craving whatever it was Aki was offering. "However," Aki paused momentarily and moved Atsushi's hand to his rear, pressing two of the Headmaster's fingers between the globes of his rear until they grazed his untouched entrance.
"Ahmmn, I've never been touched here....not inside...." Grounding his rear shyly against Atsushi's hand, Aki moaned under his breath as a hot flush swept over his whole body, especially those places where Atsushi's flesh made contact with his own. "This is my gift to you, Atsu-sama, so take it...."
"A-Aki...Ichiki-san... you know I can't do that -- it's not allowed...and you are not of age to engage in --" Aki's brow furrowed momentarily and he silenced the older man with a finger to his lips once more. "My age and the conduct codes have nothing to do with it, Atsushi-sama... If you actually went by the rules as much as you pretend to, you wouldn't allow me to get away with the things I do...wouldn't let me get away with tormenting your staff and yourself..." Aki seemed somewhat upset now, stilling his hips and threading his fingers through the Headmaster's hair without any regards to the other man's personal space. "Admit it, Atsushi-sama -- you let me wear my skirts and my boots because you look at me whether you notice or not; I've seen your eyes travel over my body --whether in interest or disdain, I don't really know-- but your eyes always linger a second too long... just as your punishments come after a long silence..."
"How is that fair, Atsushi-sama, hm? Tell me..."
As Aki's words died down to movements of his hips and soft sighs as he pressed his rear down against Atsushi's hand, his fists curled and uncurled weakly as he sought to commit the sensation of the Headmaster's touch to memory, regardless of whether or not the man would actually claim him like he had been wanting him to. Atsushi made no move to pull back nor did he initiate anything else; he was stunned and infinitely uncomfortable with Aki's words. Whether they were true or not, the boy had made a few points that, though vague, they were quickly shaking his faith on his fairness and his resistance to temptation. Was he really that obvious...or even worse, that hypocritical? He truly was trying to be fair and morally correct...
"Ak--"
"No, I won't allow you to ruin a perfectly good moment with your pretend morals, Atsushi-sama..." seeing that the flustered Headmaster would not take the plunge on his own, Aki brought the man's face to rest against his stomach and held his head against his body for a long moment; he then released Atsushi and pressed his lips hungrily to those of the man whose attention he'd been trying to call by all means possible. The Headmaster, though stunned breathless once more, responded to the kiss tentatively, only kissing back more actively when the heat of Aki's body against his was impossible for him to will away or ignore. As the kiss became more forceful, Aki lowered himself onto the Headmaster's lap with a soft mewl and arched his back as Atsushi's hands willingly settled on heated skin and traced slow paths over his hips and the swell of his rear. The boy's noises hitched in his throat momentarily as he tried to help the older man remove his thong; Atsushi chucked it onto the table and quickly forgot about it as both hands found their way to the crease of Aki's rear; long fingers parted the tender globes of hot flesh and caressed the innermost, nerve-rich skin of Aki's virgin blossom.
"Atsu-sama, please...Anhmh...please....say yes..."Aki sought the Headmaster's lips again and kissed him a little desperately, gripped by a faint-but-nevertheless-present attack of insecurities, hoping fervently that the older man wouldn't have a change of heart and send him away, thus rejecting what he was offering. He had experience with sexual things, but when it came to sex....he had to admit he'd been waiting for the opportunity to give himself to the dark, handsome Headmaster. He hated to think of it as 'saving himself', but in the end, things were what they were regardless of what he named them.
"Aki...I...are you sure?" Atsushi was still trying to fight off his desires, but the half-naked youth pressing against him and wrestling with his belt only weakened his resolve even more; how was he supposed to say no when all he could feel, touch and think was Aki, the boy that haunted his days and even some nights?
"Atsu-sama, please... just do it -- I don't care if it hurts, so long as it's you." The words rushing out of Aki's mouth were breathless and tense with anticipation, his body agitated and wanting the warmth and the dominance the older man's body exuded. Atsushi crushed his lips to Aki's as he wiggled a finger into the boy's untouched passage, curling it slowly and gently as to cause him minimal discomfort. Aki's body tensed and strangled moan escaped him; his hips momentarily stilled and his body tensed around the intrusion, but the soothing hand of the older man gave him some confidence to loosen up and try to ride out the discomfort. The boy's body didn't seem to want to cooperate at first with his hot walls clenching tightly around his finger as if trying to expel it, but after a few minutes of careful stretching, the boy's passage gave enough to allow him to press his whole finger into him.
"Ah, Atsu-sama...that feels...Mhnph..." Aki mewled softly as he lifted and dropped his rear onto Atsushi's finger experimentally, the novel sensation coupled with his expectations and arousal creating a tiny, semi-pleasant feeling that fluttered in the pit of his stomach. "How much longer until you...get inside me, Atsu-sama? I want it..." Atsushi pressed his lips against Aki's neck to keep from answering, lest his good sense continued to betrayed him and he harmed the boy by engaging him too soon.
"Atsu-sama...I want more...deeper...please?" Aki's voice held a pleading note amidst the soft sighs and the quivering and Atsushi obliged him with another finger; it was difficult to penetrate Aki without any kind of lubrication to make it easier on the boy's body, but the way Aki's hands curled on his shoulders and held on told Atsushi that Aki would probably get upset if he stopped.
"Aki, you're hurting...I'm going to stop..."
"No!" Aki's fingers dug into the older man's shoulder hard and he refused to let him stop touching him; yes, it hurt, but he never minded pain as much as he minded rejection. He was already too far into the pleasure-pain Atsushi was giving him to let the man walk away. "I'm fine... I'm just a little tense..."
"Then relax, Aki-san...it will hurt more if you don't." Atsushi tried to soothe the boy with whispered words, holding him close as he pumped and scissored his fingers in and out of the boy's clenching entrance with the utmost care. He was really going to need some lubrication. To what? To corrupt an innocent? Oh, for the love of god -- he needed to stop! Just because Aki wasn't all that innocent didn't mean he could continue... but the promise of warm, pure flesh sliding against him and strawberry-flavored cries had more weight in his body and it ultimately won.
"Reach into that drawer and grab lotion..."
"Prepared, Atsu-sama?" Aki laughed through a moan as Atsushi's fingers slid into him rather roughly and his body arched in the man's hold, his eyes taking in the lack of amusement in the older man's face.
"It's the confiscated items drawer."
Still impaled on the Headmaster's fingers, Aki leaned sideways and pulled open the drawer, rummaged through it absently until his fingers wrapped around a small container of hand lotion in the girliest shade of pink possible.
Sweet Pea.
Atsushi groaned when Aki handed him the small bottle. "Is there anything else but this?" He didn't like the overly sweet scent and he vaguely remembered having to air out his office after confiscating it. The boy shook his head no and continued to ride his fingers, too enthralled by the slew of new sensations flooding his body from the inside. It would have to do, he supposed; considering the circumstances of the encounter, this was probably as good as the boy would get, then again, they weren't supposed to be doing that anyway.
"Atsu-sama~ Now...please, I'm ready..."
Atsushi didn't really believe that, but he removed his fingers from Aki's passage anyway, helped him stand, then stood up himself; Aki wasted no time in unbuttoning the man's slacks and lowering them, briefs and everything, down to his thighs. Aki pushed Atsushi back down onto the armchair and straddled the Headmaster once more, blushing lightly and grinding against him to feel more of their intimate parts rubbing against one another.
"Ohgod...Atsushi-sama..please...I'll be a good boy, I promise..."
"Aki..." Atsushi's voice held no warning any longer, only barely contained hunger and a touch of anguish that made Aki flush hotter and roll his hips more insistently. The boy handed the Headmaster the lotion once more with the cap open and Atsushi poured a portion of it contents into his hand; he bit his lip and burned Aki with a hungry look as he coated his hardened length with the sickly sweet lotion, then slid slick fingers into Aki once again and coated them with the residual lubrication clinging to his fingertips. Aki tightened around the fingers with a small whimper as Atsushi withdrew them, but to make up for them, the boy took Atsushi's length in hand and prodded himself with the thick head, trying to sink down onto the older man's length; however, as it was substantially bigger than mere fingers, it wasn't particularly an easy task.
"Atsu-sama...now!" Aki was still afraid Atsushi would send him away and it made him all the more eager to consummate the act, trying to force the head of the man's length inside of him; he succeeded in doing so, but a pained cry bubbled up from his throat and erupted loudly as an echo in the otherwise quiet office. He had probably undermined the pain of this, but he'd go with it now that he had Atsushi-sama where he wanted him. The Headmaster hissed and dug fingers into Aki's thighs to keep him from hurting himself more and fought sword and shield to keep from giving in to his more primal desires and bury himself inside the boy with enough violence to make him cry. Aki's arms draped around his neck and his attempts to lower himself down further continued, but Atsushi held him back for a moment before letting sink down inch by inch onto his length.
"A-Aki...." The boy's name dragged out of his mouth in a breathless groan of satisfaction as the pressure of hot, convulsing walls clinging to his shaft helplessly in a slick slide wracked shudders over his body. The curves of the boy's body fit into his tightly and the boy held tighter still as they began to move against one another -- the curve of Aki's bottom pressed hotly against his thighs over and over ,and the more Aki arched into him, the more pronounced the quivering of his belly was. A glance at the boy's face revealed hints of pain, eagerness and a certain vulnerability that made him strangely endearing amidst the blur of their coupling. The way the boy tried to contain his cries of pain and pass them off as ecstatic moans gave Atsushi the feeling that no matter how seductive, resolute, and adult-like Aki seemed to be, he was still young and unsure of his footing in situations that were beyond his years. There was sweetness still in this handful of curves, piercings and debauchery that was Aki; it didn't make Atsushi go any slower, despite of what he might have preferred for the boy's first time, but he did give him far more comfort than he was initially thinking of offering. He kissed Aki's temple and engaged him in a long, breathless kiss that kept pace with the undulating rhythm of their bodies; if Atsushi slid into Aki deeply, so would his tongue into the boy's mouth, if Aki moaned into the kiss in pleasure, he'd nip his lips or curl his tongue around Aki's studded one.
Despite the irritating burn of the lotion inside him, Aki's pleasure came and went in stronger waves as the older man held him by his hips and ground them down onto his length; he let go of whatever doubts he might have had and embraced the sensations the elder offered with his body and his comforts. The hands on his hips were firm and reassuring in their guidance, the lips that ravished his with increasing passion a grounding anchor that he could hold on to as his body was broken, claimed and taken by a man he'd wanted since he arrived to the school. Atsushi-sama might not have wanted him before, but only the moment mattered, the knowledge that the man had finally left his guard down and taken his gift kept him from feeling foolish.
Aki's feverish thoughts were momentarily broken by a rough change of pace that tore him away from the kiss and left him with his face pressed against the older man's neck for fear of screaming too loudly. His whole body burned and while it was overwhelming, it was not unbearable. The headmaster's passionate onslaught brought pain, need and ecstasy on a level he could have imagined prior to experiencing. There was an increasing pressure inside him that exploded into burst of electricity that made him a boneless, moaning, writhing heap of nerves and hot flesh.
Did this happen during sex every time? Was everything this intense, this pleasurably overwhelming? Aki wondered that briefly as he forced his hips to grind and rotate on Atsushi's length, riding the man in an out-of-control, needy rhythm that kept propelling him toward release, but didn't wonder for long -- the man's claiming only got more intense and frantic as they both hurtled to their boiling point.
"Atsu-samaaa...Hmnhm, more, please..." Aki's eyes were shut tightly and his hands bunched into fists at the Headmaster's back, making handholds out of the fabric of the man's shirt; his hips shoved against Atsushi's more aggressively and his lips pleaded against the thrumming pulse at the Headmaster's neck to go deeper, to fuck him harder. Atsushi made a low noise in his throat at the boy's heated whispers and bounced Aki on his lap forcefully, groaning each time Aki's inner muscles spasmed jerkily from the impact and the power that forced tender walls to accommodate his battering intrusion.
"Ah! Amnhm! Atsu-s-sama...please..." liquid crystal tears gathered at the corner of Aki's eyes as he pleaded with the Headmaster for everything and more; he wanted to feel, to hurt, to quiver with bliss; anything strong enough to linger long after the moment was over. He wanted the soreness and the stains to bind memories to those fleeting sensations burning his body alive. As he approached orgasm faster and faster, the boy pressed wet, hurried kisses to the Headmaster's jaw, taking in the masculine scent of the man with gulps of air and exhaling hot, panting breaths against the man's ear that only served to make him shudder and grip Aki's hips with bruising strength. Atsushi groaned abruptly and muttered Aki's name in a breathless gasp as the strings and coils down at the pit of belly wound up tightly in the advent of his climax, propelling him forward against Aki's body and clinging to him as he thrust several more times into Aki's body with a muted hiss.
"A-Aki....Mnhmph!" in an unguarded moment of frantic gasping, Atsushi's mouth found a place on the boy's neck and bit down harshly, making Aki cry out and claw at his back in reflex. It hurt, the bite, but if it meant that he'd have yet another something of Atsushi's to remember this moment, he'd take it gladly and revel in the hurt it brought. If it hurt, it was real, no?
"Atsu-sama! I..Ahmmhn!" there was a slick heat spreading through his insides that made him squirm and clench tightly around the older man, involuntarily riding the man as if to milk him of his seed. Aki teetered at the very edge of the precipice as Atsushi filled him, and just when he thought he'd have to take himself in hand to reach his own peak, he drew in a surprised gasp when Atsushi's hand palmed his length and stroked him with swift but sure strokes that squeezed the moist head of his length with a delicious pressure that his thighs quiver involuntarily.
"Atsu-sa--ma...pleasepleaseplease!...hmnh, so good..." The boy's whimpers were incoherent at best at that point, but he tried not to listen what Aki was saying; his body was spent as it was, but enough of 'harder,' 'please,' and 'more' and he'd find himself ravaging the boy once more. It was enough to have corrupted him once; he didn't need to be thinking of a second time.
"Atsushi-sama!" Aki muffled his own cry of release against his hand and curled his body into Atsushi's, shivering and whimpering against the man's chest as an overpowering feeling of sensitivity and burning all over his body shook him and stole his breath. Atsushi held him close and stroked his hair briefly, giving the boy time to come down from his orgasmic high. He hissed softly as Aki's body clenched tightly around him in involuntary spasms, but all the same, the older man let him huddle into the warmth of his body and remained for several long minutes.
Sex was a taxing process, not just physically, but mentally as well; probably more to a newly-deflowered youth.
The headmaster wasn't counting the time they spent curled against one another in his chair, but the sound of the bell announcing change of classes roused them from their stupor and they were moderately quick to right themselves lest someone burst into his office and found them on such a compromising position; Atsushi knew Aki wouldn't give a damn, but he did -- it was his career at stake, not to mention his integrity and his peace of mind. Aki wiped himself clean with a tissue from a pack of them in the confiscated items drawer and tossed it into the wastebasket carelessly, smoothing his skirt down and buttoning up a few buttons in a vague effort to look anything but recently fucked silly, regardless of how much he would have enjoyed to draw attention to his good fortune.
Atsushi zipped his pants, fixed his tie and massaged his temples as he felt the onset of a headache; the sex had been great, he was physically satisfied, but his conscience was kicking in. It was going to be a long day with an even longer night of 'why's.'
"Any punishments for me, Atsushi-sama?"
"Go back to class, Aki. Do not speak of this to anyone."
"Oh, be still my heart, not back to class!" Aki laughed easily, winking quite boldly and caressing the Headmaster's cheek before circling around his desk toward the exit; he snatched his panties off the desk and as an afterthought, tossed them at the Headmaster. The garmet bounced off the older man's chest and fell to his lap inconspicuously, yet the irony of their landing was rather obvious.
"You're going to be late, Aki. Go."
"I'm going, going, Atsu-sama... and by the way, don't feel so bad -- a gift received is meant to be enjoyed... especially if the giver enjoyed giving it..."
A twist of the boy's wrist and a pull, and Aki opened the door of his office before he could say anything -- his secretary was outside, so he didn't dare utter a word to hint at the events that had just taken place. "Behave yourself this time, Aki. I don't want to hear about you making trouble, got it?"
"You won't hear a peep about me, Sakurai-sensei," Aki winked and stepped through the threshold with a certain satisfied bounce to his step (and the tiniest sign of discomfort), "not a single peep."
For now, Aki thought to himself. He closed the door behind him with a small, smug smirk and ducked out of the Headmaster's office in the direction of the bathroom. He sure as hell wasn't going to class after that meeting with the Headmaster; Atsushi probably expected him not to, but it wouldn't be the first nor the last time he skipped class.
Atsushi sighed heavily and closed his eyes after Aki left the room. He told his secretary he was taking no calls and no visitors because he was busy for that afternoon; not particularly a lie since all his mind did was run in circles with thoughts and images of writhing, mewling Aki in his head. The encounter was bittersweet from a moral point of view, but if he considered the physical side, his body still burned pleasantly, his lips tasted like candy and his fingers continued to touch and rub the lacey material of Aki's undergarment.
He had left lingering physical marks on the boy, but what Aki had left behind was something that he could only fathom in the depths of his mind and body, but lingered just as strongly.
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