[sakuraibamiya] Compromise (Part 2/2)
TITLE: Compromise
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari/Sakurai Sho
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Highschool AU
LENGTH: 3624 words
SUMMARY: Renowned teacher Sakurai Sho struggles to deal with two troublemakers.
A/N: Part 2 of the two-part one-shot. Can be read alone if you just want PWP :P Enjoy ♥
~ 4:55 PM THE SAME DAY~
Aiba shoved Nino up against the wall of the toilet cubicle, turning the smaller boy’s grunt of pain into a shuddering moan when he immediately latched on to a milky expanse of neck.
“M-ma-kun... not now...” Nino tried between desperate gasps for air, the taller boy’s right hand having somehow gotten into his pants and started teasing him through his boxers. He could feel his body betraying his mind, his hips unconsciously thrusting against Aiba’s hand in an effort to increase the friction.
“N-no~ D-detention...sensei...” the dark-haired boy blurted, managing to slap Aiba’s hand away despite the mouth on his neck having moved to nip at his earlobe. The taller boy grunted, acknowledging that he had understood what his partner was trying to say but still not wanting to move his body away from the younger’s. His hand moved to cup Nino’s chin, angling it towards him so that he could gently peck the mole he loved so much. Seeing Nino ears flare red, he grinned goofily and then joined their lips in a heated kiss, his hips all the while grinding into the shorter boy’s, letting him feel just how much he wanted him.
When they finally broke apart for air and Nino realised what time it was (5:03 PM), they stared at each other and then Aiba grabbed Nino’s hand, dragging him along towards Sakurai’s office as fast as two boys with uncomfortable erections could possibly run.
~5:00 PM~
Sakurai paced around his office, thinking about the talk he had just had with the Principal. After class he had gone and sought help, raising his concerns about the two troublemakers in his class. The Principal had explained that they had been placed in Sakurai’s class because no other teachers could handle them (they were worse when they were apart than when they were together, he assured) and he couldn’t expel them because contrary to what one would expect, Aiba-kun and Ninomiya-kun were actually exceptionally intelligent and constantly won awards for Ichinomiya High School at externally-held competitions. “We need those boys to save this school’s reputation, Sakurai-sensei. I hope you understand and I trust that as the renowned teacher you are, you will figure out a way to make them behave.” The Principal’s words resonated in his mind. He really hadn’t been given much of a choice in the entire issue, he just hoped that he would be able to find an easy compromise with the two meddlesome teenagers. Glancing at his clock, he realised it was already past 5:00 PM and there was no sign of the boys. To be honest, Sakurai wasn’t surprised.
~5:05 PM~
Sakurai almost jumped at his desk as his office door was flung open and the two boys burst through, panting and once again looking unpresentable. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried not to notice the obvious bulges at the front of both of his student’s pants. Keeping his head down, he ignored their voices of apology and motioned for them to sit down, thankful his desk was large enough to obscure their lower halves. He shook the images from his mind. That is wrong, Sho. They are your students. he scolded himself.
Ninomiya watched amusedly as his teacher tried to gather his thoughts. He glanced at Aiba beside him and smiled mischievously, sneaking a hand across to his boyfriend’s lap and wrapping his stubby fingers around the eager arousal, beginning to rub slowly. Aiba couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan, a sound to which Ninomiya sniggered and Sakurai sat up in alert. “Boys... that isn’t appropriate,” the teacher started with the best frown of disapproval he could muster.
“What isn’t?” Ninomiya asked curiously, his hand continuing to tease Aiba to hardness, causing the older boy to shiver in pleasure and bite his lip in a way Ninomiya knew Sakurai would not be able to resist. He smirked when he saw the teacher gulp, obviously trying to calm his nerves.
“Y-Your a-activities...” Sakurai stammered, unable to keep his voice from wavering now that Aiba was freely writhing against his chair, his hips obviously trying to meet Ninomiya’s movements. He cursed as he felt his own pants grow tighter. Fuck, this is so, so wrong. he chided himself repeatedly. Why was he even reacting?
They’re kids! His brain told him. They’re fucking attractive! He reasoned with his brain. They’re your students! His brain retorted. They’re getting off right in front of me! Look at those lips... He thought as he watched Aiba panting a metre before him, the sight and sounds destroying his rational brain and sending his desires straight to his groin.
Sakurai was so lost in the battle between his mind and body that he didn’t notice Ninomiya get out of his seat and walk over so that he was now standing over him, head cocked slightly as he examined him like a scientific specimen. “Our activities are inappropriate?” he asked straightforwardly albeit sweetly, chuckling when Sakurai tried backing away in his office chair. Why was he so damn close? That mole on his chin... Unfortunately Sakurai’s move was a bad decision, the move effectively offering Ninomiya a very open view of his crotch. Ninomiya, always being quick to act, immediately took the opportunity to grab at his teacher’s growing arousal. Sakurai squeaked in shock and his brain flew out the window, rendering him unable to speak. “Isn’t this more inappropriate?” Ninomiya sing-songed, softly squeezing the awakening flesh.
Sakurai stuttered wide-eyed, not really sure whether Ninomiya was asking if his having an arousal was inappropriate or if his manhood being grabbed by a student was inappropriate. Either way the answer should have been a massive yes. But he gave no answer. Not because he didn’t know the correct answer, but because he had lost the capacity to. His cheeks fired up when Ninomiya’s fingers started moving (he could totally understand Aiba’s earlier reactions then) and much to his (pride’s) discontent he moaned lowly. Why wasn’t he pushing him away? This was his student! Sakurai Sho didn’t know anything anymore.
Feeling his teacher finally slump back into his chair in defeat, Ninomiya smirked and winked at Aiba, sending the OK signal and motioning for him to join them. Within seconds the older boy was by his side, giggling giddily and straddling his teacher on the chair. Sakurai was surprised by the sudden movement but before he could protest the puffy lips he had been lusting over earlier attached themselves to his own, drawing him into a demanding kiss while their lower halves danced.
Meanwhile, Ninomiya ran to lock the door and then rejoined the pair on the chair, swiftly stripping himself of his pants in the process. Ninomiya drew Sakurai's attention as he peeled off his flashy boxers (or were they Aiba’s?), finally freeing his hardness from its confines. The freedom felt good, but his teacher's lusty eyes on him felt even better. The small boy approached wickedly slowly, pulling his boyfriend off Sakurai despite the mewl of protest voiced by both parties and dragging his fingernail down the teacher’s chest until he reached his professional-looking belt buckle.
Sakurai stared at the young (well Ninomiya was 17 but he looked much younger than his age) student now kneeling before his crotch and realised this was the point of no return. If he didn't stop him now then he most likely wouldn't be able to stop him from doing the things he were obviously planning to do once the pants were gone. It was now or never. Somewhere at the back of his mind Sakurai heard now!, but his groin was screaming never! It wasn't much of a battle, especially when at the next instance Ninomiya nuzzled at him with his all-too-adorable button nose.
By the time Ninomiya had figured out the belt buckle and had gotten the teacher's pants to the floor, Aiba's pants were also gone and Sakurai was left to comprehend the sight of two of his most good-looking students (not that he ever rated his students' appearances, that isn’t very professional behaviour) naked from waist down and on their knees before him. Their thin white school shirts didn’t do much to hide the impressive erections beneath. The teacher didn't know what to do with himself, didn't know how he had ended up in such a situation. His hands gripped the arms of his chair tightly as his students started making out at his feet, the moans each boy occasionally let out sending more confusing sensations to his now fully alert and straining manhood.
Eventually Ninomiya pulled away, turning his attention back to Sakurai. "Look Aiba-chan, sensei is leaking!" Ninomiya said excitedly, prompting Aiba to also stare at Sakurai's crotch in amazement. Tentatively, the brown-haired boy licked at the wet patch on his teacher's briefs. Sakurai shivered and groaned at the warmth, knuckles now white from gripping at his chair so tightly. Unconsciously his hips thrusted upwards, wanting more contact. Aiba giggled at the response before boldly reaching for the waistband of Sakurai's briefs and pulling them down in one smooth movement. Sakurai's hips cooperated, allowing the garment to fall ungraciously to join his pants at his feet.
As soon as Sakurai's length sprung forth, Aiba latched on, treating it as delicately as he had treated his iceblock earlier that day. Smirking at the grunts of pleasure his teacher was letting out at the mercy of his boyfriend’s magical tongue, Ninomiya stood up and leaned down to reclaim Sakurai’s lips, muffling his sounds.
Somewhere along the way Aiba’s hand had found his boyfriend’s length and was stroking it in time with his bobs along his teacher’s. The action caused a deep moan to escape the younger’s throat and prompting Sakurai to pull away in surprise. “N-ninomiya-kun...” he gasped shakily, “Th-this is wr-” he tried again desperately.
A single short finger was placed against Sakurai’s swollen lips, preventing the continuation of his sentence. “Call me Nino,” was all Ninomiya said before he dropped back to his knees, resuming his position on the floor next to the taller boy. Sakurai stared dumbly as Nino’s head moved closer to Aiba, who shifted his angle slightly to accommodate the slighter boy. He breathed in sharply when Nino winked suggestively, his breath hitching again as he felt a second moist tongue lapping at his over-sensitive crotch.
“Unnghhnnf,”
Sakurai didn’t know what sound had left his mouth, but much to his discontent whatever it was caused both boys to stop what they were doing and stare at eachother gleefully.
“Does sensei like that?” Aiba asked enthusiastically.
Sakurai’s face turned a deeper red. Was that not a rhetorical question?
“Sen-sei~” Nino quipped playfully, enjoying the shudder that ran through his teacher’s body at the sound of that name. Nino knew that it was torturing him morally, and he absolutely loved it.
“Sen-sei~” Aiba mimicked, “What do you want us to do?” the lanky teenager questioned inappropriately innocently. He blew on Sakurai’s length gently to urge him on.
Having already accepted that he had no traces of pride remaining, Sakurai mumbled “Aiba-kun... Nino-kun... please...”
“Please what?” the brat immediately cut in, not willing to let his teacher get away that easily.
“P-Please... suck me off,” the teacher said in embarrassment, looking down at the two wanton teenagers at his feet. Their faces were dusted pink, streaks of saliva and other fluids decorating their faces. There was no way Sakurai could back out now, not with the two of them kneeling so prettily under his watch. He desperately needed release.
Aiba smiled agreeably at his teacher’s request and was just about to reposition his lips over the leaking erection when Nino cut in again. “Who?”
Sakurai groaned in frustration, not caring anymore. With all his rationality far removed, he got bolder, finally managing to remove his hands from the arms of his chair and moving them to lace his fingers through both of his students’ hair. The action was somewhat rough, causing both teenagers to grunt erotically. “Both of you,” he said, guiding their heads towards his neglected arousal with his hands.
Nino quirked an eyebrow at the sudden lust in Sakurai’s eyes, not at all displeased by the request. He actually kind of liked being told what to do. Both boys unhesitantly let their heads be guided towards their teacher’s manhood, the musky scent which met them exciting their senses. After a quick exchange of toothy grins they attacked Sakurai, Nino deciding to practice his deep-throating while Aiba attended to the base, swiping his tongue wherever Nino’s mouth missed.
Sakurai moaned louder from the double stimulation, his breathing becoming heavier and more desperate. “Shhgnnhh!” Nino tried to remind his teacher to be quiet, but his voice was muffled by the length down his throat, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Sakurai’s body. He shivered and tried to calm his breathing.
“Shut. Up.” he groaned, increasing the pressure on Nino’s head so that his length slid deeper down the boy’s throat. Nino’s eyes bulged at the intrusion, gagging around his teacher’s girth and forcing himself off so that he could breathe. Sakurai didn’t apologise. Instead, he demanded the boys touch each other, wanting everyone to find release as soon as possible so that this could be over and he could forget all this had ever happened (or so he thought he would be able to).
Nino looked up and gave a sly smile before glancing towards his boyfriend whose hand had already found his cock and was stroking boldly, obviously eager to make him come too. He obliged, grabbing Aiba’s length and returning the favour while he pulled him in for another sloppy, tongue-fueled kiss. The boys could taste Sakurai on each other’s tongues, the new stimulus somewhat of a turn on. Moaning softly, the pace of their hands sped up.
“Ahem,” Sakurai coughed awkwardly, feeling left out and not really wanting to see his students sucking each other’s faces much longer. Somehow it didn’t feel too appropriate.
Nino broke the kiss first but nibbled gently at Aiba’s lower lip, dragging the lanky boy along with him back towards their teacher’s weeping erection. They took a side each, Nino on the left and Aiba on the right, licking up and down Sakurai’s length in perfect synchronisation with their hands. Sakurai could only watch in awe, never in his life did he think he’d be enjoying himself in such a situation.
Retangling his fingers in their soft hair Sakurai gently encouraged their motions, groaning in pleasure each time his students tongues met at his tip. He was bucking his hips almost wildly now, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to completely topple off the edge. Then he saw Aiba lap up his pre-cum and share it with his boyfriend in an agonisingly slow kiss, the smaller boy whimpering into his partner’s mouth. “Sensei...” they moaned in unison before Sakurai lost it completely, coming in long spurts onto his students’ faces.
Whilst trying to recover from his intense orgasm Sakurai was forced to watch Aiba pull Nino into his lap and the boys moving roughly against each other until both came in low grunts, moaning each other’s names and “sensei” once in awhile, their school shirts becoming drenched in a mixture of bodily fluids.
The teenagers were still kissing lazily in a happy daze by the time Sakurai had realised what he had done and was pulling up his pants, running in a panic around his office with a box of tissues in one hand and can of air freshener in the other, desperately trying to clear every evidence of sex. He threw the box at Nino (who complained loudly) and jabbed Aiba’s side with his shoe until the boys got up, urgently yelling at the pair to “Hurry the fuck up and get dressed!”
He was flustered and nervous and jittery, pushing a stumbling Nino out of the way (ignoring his “What the hell!”) to wheel his office chair back to its position behind his desk. He combed his hair roughly with his fingers, straightened his tie and checked his fly before sitting back down, plastering a serious complexion on his face in an attempt to repress the fuckfuckfuck what the fuck did I do that was running through his head.
Aiba and Nino slowly pulled their pants back on, neither boy daring to break the tense atmosphere of the small office. Nino opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find something to say but being unsuccessful, instead resorting to helping the tanner boy locate his socks (why had he flung them off anyway?). Once presentable again the boys shuffled gingerly back to the seats before Sakurai’s desk, arms linked tightly as if they both required reassurance that they were together in this.
The boys found it extremely difficult to meet their teacher’s eyes with the way Sakurai sat serious and unmoving, firing daggers at everything in his line of sight. It was awkward, and soon Aiba, who was never one to be able to stay put for long, wanted out. Nino had to squeeze the taller boy’s arm almost painfully to get him to stay seated. He planted a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek to calm him.
Sakurai rubbed his temples slowly and cleared his throat. He spoke. “Aiba-kun, Nino-kun, what happened-”
“You liked it, right?” Nino immediately interjected, knowing that he’d have to use his sharp tongue to get themselves out of this one.
Sakurai froze mid-sentence, forgetting what he had planned to say. He tried to push out the images of what had happened, the feel of his student’s hair between his fingers, their warm agile tongues along his length... A faint blush quickly spread across his features. He coughed, deciding to ignore the younger’s interruption. “It should never had happened, I shouldn’t have le-”
“But you did and you liked it, right?” Nino cut in again, voice more confident this time.
Sakurai gaped, the images flooding back across his mind. He shook his head to say no, to deny that he had wanted what happened to happen, but Nino could easily read that the rest of his body was saying yes. The teacher wrung his hands nervously, keeping his head down towards his desk. He couldn’t face his students like this.
Aiba tugged silently at Nino’s sleeve, wanting someone to explain the messages behind all the silent exchanges. Nino only chuckled, knowing he had the upper hand. The sound prompted Sakurai to speak.
“W-why?” the teacher mumbled with a heavy sigh, his head cradled in his hands.
“Think of it as a... compromise?” Nino said playfully, standing up and pulling Aiba to his feet as well. “We’ll behave in class and you can have our asses.” he said conversationally, motioning for Aiba to pick up their bags and get ready to leave.
Sakurai sat in silence, trying to process the words leaving his student’s mouth. He hadn’t realised he’d been nodding along in agreement. “Wait, a-asses?” he squeaked in shock, a new layer of blush creeping on.
“What, you don’t want them? I saw you staring at Aiba-chan’s earlier...” he said in mock-accusation, “You sure you don’t want some of this?” the smaller boy continued, reaching out and slapping Aiba’s behind cheekily to emphasise his point.
It was now Aiba who squeaked in shock, the lanky boy grabbing Nino’s arm and worryingly (hence loudly) whispering “But I’ve never been bottom before!”
“Idiot,” Nino said, twisting his arm free and linking their fingers together again, “we can practice, ne?” he suggested, face lighting up at the prospect of getting to play top (not that he minded being bottom all the time, the thought of switching just hadn’t occurred to the pair yet). Aiba nodded grandly as if to say Oh right, of course! before trailing his boyfriend to Sakurai’s door, ready to head home. “See you tomorrow, sensei!” they yelled.
Sakurai remained still and silent behind his desk, palms sweating as he tried to block out his students’ overly suggestive conversations. Damn it, they’re horny, he thought, cursing at his own body when he felt his pants had also become tighter. The way the boys wiggled their asses as they left his office didn’t help his situation either. What the fuck is wrong with me? he wondered. No answers came to him, and it wasn’t until the boys had long left his office that he realised that staying silent to Ninomiya’s offer was on par with agreeing to it. Somehow he had gotten himself into a compromise with the two troublemakers, but it wouldn’t be an easy one as he had hoped.
Sakurai tried to mark some papers, to do anything that would calm his body down, but after only 5 minutes he gave up, unable to focus anymore. All he could hear was Nino’s silky voice mixed with Aiba’s raspier one calling his name; all he could feel was Nino’s small tongue mixed with Aiba’s longer one running all over his body; all he could think was how tight the pair of them would feel around him...
Sakurai groaned, apologising to his pride. He buried his head in his arms, collapsing onto his desk.
It was going to be a long, long semester.
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A/N: First time writing 3way smuttiness I hope it was okay~ Comments appreciated! ♥
PAIRING: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari/Sakurai Sho
RATING: NC-17
GENRE: Highschool AU
LENGTH: 3624 words
SUMMARY: Renowned teacher Sakurai Sho struggles to deal with two troublemakers.
A/N: Part 2 of the two-part one-shot. Can be read alone if you just want PWP :P Enjoy ♥
~ 4:55 PM THE SAME DAY~
Aiba shoved Nino up against the wall of the toilet cubicle, turning the smaller boy’s grunt of pain into a shuddering moan when he immediately latched on to a milky expanse of neck.
“M-ma-kun... not now...” Nino tried between desperate gasps for air, the taller boy’s right hand having somehow gotten into his pants and started teasing him through his boxers. He could feel his body betraying his mind, his hips unconsciously thrusting against Aiba’s hand in an effort to increase the friction.
“N-no~ D-detention...sensei...” the dark-haired boy blurted, managing to slap Aiba’s hand away despite the mouth on his neck having moved to nip at his earlobe. The taller boy grunted, acknowledging that he had understood what his partner was trying to say but still not wanting to move his body away from the younger’s. His hand moved to cup Nino’s chin, angling it towards him so that he could gently peck the mole he loved so much. Seeing Nino ears flare red, he grinned goofily and then joined their lips in a heated kiss, his hips all the while grinding into the shorter boy’s, letting him feel just how much he wanted him.
When they finally broke apart for air and Nino realised what time it was (5:03 PM), they stared at each other and then Aiba grabbed Nino’s hand, dragging him along towards Sakurai’s office as fast as two boys with uncomfortable erections could possibly run.
~5:00 PM~
Sakurai paced around his office, thinking about the talk he had just had with the Principal. After class he had gone and sought help, raising his concerns about the two troublemakers in his class. The Principal had explained that they had been placed in Sakurai’s class because no other teachers could handle them (they were worse when they were apart than when they were together, he assured) and he couldn’t expel them because contrary to what one would expect, Aiba-kun and Ninomiya-kun were actually exceptionally intelligent and constantly won awards for Ichinomiya High School at externally-held competitions. “We need those boys to save this school’s reputation, Sakurai-sensei. I hope you understand and I trust that as the renowned teacher you are, you will figure out a way to make them behave.” The Principal’s words resonated in his mind. He really hadn’t been given much of a choice in the entire issue, he just hoped that he would be able to find an easy compromise with the two meddlesome teenagers. Glancing at his clock, he realised it was already past 5:00 PM and there was no sign of the boys. To be honest, Sakurai wasn’t surprised.
~5:05 PM~
Sakurai almost jumped at his desk as his office door was flung open and the two boys burst through, panting and once again looking unpresentable. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tried not to notice the obvious bulges at the front of both of his student’s pants. Keeping his head down, he ignored their voices of apology and motioned for them to sit down, thankful his desk was large enough to obscure their lower halves. He shook the images from his mind. That is wrong, Sho. They are your students. he scolded himself.
Ninomiya watched amusedly as his teacher tried to gather his thoughts. He glanced at Aiba beside him and smiled mischievously, sneaking a hand across to his boyfriend’s lap and wrapping his stubby fingers around the eager arousal, beginning to rub slowly. Aiba couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan, a sound to which Ninomiya sniggered and Sakurai sat up in alert. “Boys... that isn’t appropriate,” the teacher started with the best frown of disapproval he could muster.
“What isn’t?” Ninomiya asked curiously, his hand continuing to tease Aiba to hardness, causing the older boy to shiver in pleasure and bite his lip in a way Ninomiya knew Sakurai would not be able to resist. He smirked when he saw the teacher gulp, obviously trying to calm his nerves.
“Y-Your a-activities...” Sakurai stammered, unable to keep his voice from wavering now that Aiba was freely writhing against his chair, his hips obviously trying to meet Ninomiya’s movements. He cursed as he felt his own pants grow tighter. Fuck, this is so, so wrong. he chided himself repeatedly. Why was he even reacting?
They’re kids! His brain told him. They’re fucking attractive! He reasoned with his brain. They’re your students! His brain retorted. They’re getting off right in front of me! Look at those lips... He thought as he watched Aiba panting a metre before him, the sight and sounds destroying his rational brain and sending his desires straight to his groin.
Sakurai was so lost in the battle between his mind and body that he didn’t notice Ninomiya get out of his seat and walk over so that he was now standing over him, head cocked slightly as he examined him like a scientific specimen. “Our activities are inappropriate?” he asked straightforwardly albeit sweetly, chuckling when Sakurai tried backing away in his office chair. Why was he so damn close? That mole on his chin... Unfortunately Sakurai’s move was a bad decision, the move effectively offering Ninomiya a very open view of his crotch. Ninomiya, always being quick to act, immediately took the opportunity to grab at his teacher’s growing arousal. Sakurai squeaked in shock and his brain flew out the window, rendering him unable to speak. “Isn’t this more inappropriate?” Ninomiya sing-songed, softly squeezing the awakening flesh.
Sakurai stuttered wide-eyed, not really sure whether Ninomiya was asking if his having an arousal was inappropriate or if his manhood being grabbed by a student was inappropriate. Either way the answer should have been a massive yes. But he gave no answer. Not because he didn’t know the correct answer, but because he had lost the capacity to. His cheeks fired up when Ninomiya’s fingers started moving (he could totally understand Aiba’s earlier reactions then) and much to his (pride’s) discontent he moaned lowly. Why wasn’t he pushing him away? This was his student! Sakurai Sho didn’t know anything anymore.
Feeling his teacher finally slump back into his chair in defeat, Ninomiya smirked and winked at Aiba, sending the OK signal and motioning for him to join them. Within seconds the older boy was by his side, giggling giddily and straddling his teacher on the chair. Sakurai was surprised by the sudden movement but before he could protest the puffy lips he had been lusting over earlier attached themselves to his own, drawing him into a demanding kiss while their lower halves danced.
Meanwhile, Ninomiya ran to lock the door and then rejoined the pair on the chair, swiftly stripping himself of his pants in the process. Ninomiya drew Sakurai's attention as he peeled off his flashy boxers (or were they Aiba’s?), finally freeing his hardness from its confines. The freedom felt good, but his teacher's lusty eyes on him felt even better. The small boy approached wickedly slowly, pulling his boyfriend off Sakurai despite the mewl of protest voiced by both parties and dragging his fingernail down the teacher’s chest until he reached his professional-looking belt buckle.
Sakurai stared at the young (well Ninomiya was 17 but he looked much younger than his age) student now kneeling before his crotch and realised this was the point of no return. If he didn't stop him now then he most likely wouldn't be able to stop him from doing the things he were obviously planning to do once the pants were gone. It was now or never. Somewhere at the back of his mind Sakurai heard now!, but his groin was screaming never! It wasn't much of a battle, especially when at the next instance Ninomiya nuzzled at him with his all-too-adorable button nose.
By the time Ninomiya had figured out the belt buckle and had gotten the teacher's pants to the floor, Aiba's pants were also gone and Sakurai was left to comprehend the sight of two of his most good-looking students (not that he ever rated his students' appearances, that isn’t very professional behaviour) naked from waist down and on their knees before him. Their thin white school shirts didn’t do much to hide the impressive erections beneath. The teacher didn't know what to do with himself, didn't know how he had ended up in such a situation. His hands gripped the arms of his chair tightly as his students started making out at his feet, the moans each boy occasionally let out sending more confusing sensations to his now fully alert and straining manhood.
Eventually Ninomiya pulled away, turning his attention back to Sakurai. "Look Aiba-chan, sensei is leaking!" Ninomiya said excitedly, prompting Aiba to also stare at Sakurai's crotch in amazement. Tentatively, the brown-haired boy licked at the wet patch on his teacher's briefs. Sakurai shivered and groaned at the warmth, knuckles now white from gripping at his chair so tightly. Unconsciously his hips thrusted upwards, wanting more contact. Aiba giggled at the response before boldly reaching for the waistband of Sakurai's briefs and pulling them down in one smooth movement. Sakurai's hips cooperated, allowing the garment to fall ungraciously to join his pants at his feet.
As soon as Sakurai's length sprung forth, Aiba latched on, treating it as delicately as he had treated his iceblock earlier that day. Smirking at the grunts of pleasure his teacher was letting out at the mercy of his boyfriend’s magical tongue, Ninomiya stood up and leaned down to reclaim Sakurai’s lips, muffling his sounds.
Somewhere along the way Aiba’s hand had found his boyfriend’s length and was stroking it in time with his bobs along his teacher’s. The action caused a deep moan to escape the younger’s throat and prompting Sakurai to pull away in surprise. “N-ninomiya-kun...” he gasped shakily, “Th-this is wr-” he tried again desperately.
A single short finger was placed against Sakurai’s swollen lips, preventing the continuation of his sentence. “Call me Nino,” was all Ninomiya said before he dropped back to his knees, resuming his position on the floor next to the taller boy. Sakurai stared dumbly as Nino’s head moved closer to Aiba, who shifted his angle slightly to accommodate the slighter boy. He breathed in sharply when Nino winked suggestively, his breath hitching again as he felt a second moist tongue lapping at his over-sensitive crotch.
“Unnghhnnf,”
Sakurai didn’t know what sound had left his mouth, but much to his discontent whatever it was caused both boys to stop what they were doing and stare at eachother gleefully.
“Does sensei like that?” Aiba asked enthusiastically.
Sakurai’s face turned a deeper red. Was that not a rhetorical question?
“Sen-sei~” Nino quipped playfully, enjoying the shudder that ran through his teacher’s body at the sound of that name. Nino knew that it was torturing him morally, and he absolutely loved it.
“Sen-sei~” Aiba mimicked, “What do you want us to do?” the lanky teenager questioned inappropriately innocently. He blew on Sakurai’s length gently to urge him on.
Having already accepted that he had no traces of pride remaining, Sakurai mumbled “Aiba-kun... Nino-kun... please...”
“Please what?” the brat immediately cut in, not willing to let his teacher get away that easily.
“P-Please... suck me off,” the teacher said in embarrassment, looking down at the two wanton teenagers at his feet. Their faces were dusted pink, streaks of saliva and other fluids decorating their faces. There was no way Sakurai could back out now, not with the two of them kneeling so prettily under his watch. He desperately needed release.
Aiba smiled agreeably at his teacher’s request and was just about to reposition his lips over the leaking erection when Nino cut in again. “Who?”
Sakurai groaned in frustration, not caring anymore. With all his rationality far removed, he got bolder, finally managing to remove his hands from the arms of his chair and moving them to lace his fingers through both of his students’ hair. The action was somewhat rough, causing both teenagers to grunt erotically. “Both of you,” he said, guiding their heads towards his neglected arousal with his hands.
Nino quirked an eyebrow at the sudden lust in Sakurai’s eyes, not at all displeased by the request. He actually kind of liked being told what to do. Both boys unhesitantly let their heads be guided towards their teacher’s manhood, the musky scent which met them exciting their senses. After a quick exchange of toothy grins they attacked Sakurai, Nino deciding to practice his deep-throating while Aiba attended to the base, swiping his tongue wherever Nino’s mouth missed.
Sakurai moaned louder from the double stimulation, his breathing becoming heavier and more desperate. “Shhgnnhh!” Nino tried to remind his teacher to be quiet, but his voice was muffled by the length down his throat, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Sakurai’s body. He shivered and tried to calm his breathing.
“Shut. Up.” he groaned, increasing the pressure on Nino’s head so that his length slid deeper down the boy’s throat. Nino’s eyes bulged at the intrusion, gagging around his teacher’s girth and forcing himself off so that he could breathe. Sakurai didn’t apologise. Instead, he demanded the boys touch each other, wanting everyone to find release as soon as possible so that this could be over and he could forget all this had ever happened (or so he thought he would be able to).
Nino looked up and gave a sly smile before glancing towards his boyfriend whose hand had already found his cock and was stroking boldly, obviously eager to make him come too. He obliged, grabbing Aiba’s length and returning the favour while he pulled him in for another sloppy, tongue-fueled kiss. The boys could taste Sakurai on each other’s tongues, the new stimulus somewhat of a turn on. Moaning softly, the pace of their hands sped up.
“Ahem,” Sakurai coughed awkwardly, feeling left out and not really wanting to see his students sucking each other’s faces much longer. Somehow it didn’t feel too appropriate.
Nino broke the kiss first but nibbled gently at Aiba’s lower lip, dragging the lanky boy along with him back towards their teacher’s weeping erection. They took a side each, Nino on the left and Aiba on the right, licking up and down Sakurai’s length in perfect synchronisation with their hands. Sakurai could only watch in awe, never in his life did he think he’d be enjoying himself in such a situation.
Retangling his fingers in their soft hair Sakurai gently encouraged their motions, groaning in pleasure each time his students tongues met at his tip. He was bucking his hips almost wildly now, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to completely topple off the edge. Then he saw Aiba lap up his pre-cum and share it with his boyfriend in an agonisingly slow kiss, the smaller boy whimpering into his partner’s mouth. “Sensei...” they moaned in unison before Sakurai lost it completely, coming in long spurts onto his students’ faces.
Whilst trying to recover from his intense orgasm Sakurai was forced to watch Aiba pull Nino into his lap and the boys moving roughly against each other until both came in low grunts, moaning each other’s names and “sensei” once in awhile, their school shirts becoming drenched in a mixture of bodily fluids.
The teenagers were still kissing lazily in a happy daze by the time Sakurai had realised what he had done and was pulling up his pants, running in a panic around his office with a box of tissues in one hand and can of air freshener in the other, desperately trying to clear every evidence of sex. He threw the box at Nino (who complained loudly) and jabbed Aiba’s side with his shoe until the boys got up, urgently yelling at the pair to “Hurry the fuck up and get dressed!”
He was flustered and nervous and jittery, pushing a stumbling Nino out of the way (ignoring his “What the hell!”) to wheel his office chair back to its position behind his desk. He combed his hair roughly with his fingers, straightened his tie and checked his fly before sitting back down, plastering a serious complexion on his face in an attempt to repress the fuckfuckfuck what the fuck did I do that was running through his head.
Aiba and Nino slowly pulled their pants back on, neither boy daring to break the tense atmosphere of the small office. Nino opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find something to say but being unsuccessful, instead resorting to helping the tanner boy locate his socks (why had he flung them off anyway?). Once presentable again the boys shuffled gingerly back to the seats before Sakurai’s desk, arms linked tightly as if they both required reassurance that they were together in this.
The boys found it extremely difficult to meet their teacher’s eyes with the way Sakurai sat serious and unmoving, firing daggers at everything in his line of sight. It was awkward, and soon Aiba, who was never one to be able to stay put for long, wanted out. Nino had to squeeze the taller boy’s arm almost painfully to get him to stay seated. He planted a quick kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek to calm him.
Sakurai rubbed his temples slowly and cleared his throat. He spoke. “Aiba-kun, Nino-kun, what happened-”
“You liked it, right?” Nino immediately interjected, knowing that he’d have to use his sharp tongue to get themselves out of this one.
Sakurai froze mid-sentence, forgetting what he had planned to say. He tried to push out the images of what had happened, the feel of his student’s hair between his fingers, their warm agile tongues along his length... A faint blush quickly spread across his features. He coughed, deciding to ignore the younger’s interruption. “It should never had happened, I shouldn’t have le-”
“But you did and you liked it, right?” Nino cut in again, voice more confident this time.
Sakurai gaped, the images flooding back across his mind. He shook his head to say no, to deny that he had wanted what happened to happen, but Nino could easily read that the rest of his body was saying yes. The teacher wrung his hands nervously, keeping his head down towards his desk. He couldn’t face his students like this.
Aiba tugged silently at Nino’s sleeve, wanting someone to explain the messages behind all the silent exchanges. Nino only chuckled, knowing he had the upper hand. The sound prompted Sakurai to speak.
“W-why?” the teacher mumbled with a heavy sigh, his head cradled in his hands.
“Think of it as a... compromise?” Nino said playfully, standing up and pulling Aiba to his feet as well. “We’ll behave in class and you can have our asses.” he said conversationally, motioning for Aiba to pick up their bags and get ready to leave.
Sakurai sat in silence, trying to process the words leaving his student’s mouth. He hadn’t realised he’d been nodding along in agreement. “Wait, a-asses?” he squeaked in shock, a new layer of blush creeping on.
“What, you don’t want them? I saw you staring at Aiba-chan’s earlier...” he said in mock-accusation, “You sure you don’t want some of this?” the smaller boy continued, reaching out and slapping Aiba’s behind cheekily to emphasise his point.
It was now Aiba who squeaked in shock, the lanky boy grabbing Nino’s arm and worryingly (hence loudly) whispering “But I’ve never been bottom before!”
“Idiot,” Nino said, twisting his arm free and linking their fingers together again, “we can practice, ne?” he suggested, face lighting up at the prospect of getting to play top (not that he minded being bottom all the time, the thought of switching just hadn’t occurred to the pair yet). Aiba nodded grandly as if to say Oh right, of course! before trailing his boyfriend to Sakurai’s door, ready to head home. “See you tomorrow, sensei!” they yelled.
Sakurai remained still and silent behind his desk, palms sweating as he tried to block out his students’ overly suggestive conversations. Damn it, they’re horny, he thought, cursing at his own body when he felt his pants had also become tighter. The way the boys wiggled their asses as they left his office didn’t help his situation either. What the fuck is wrong with me? he wondered. No answers came to him, and it wasn’t until the boys had long left his office that he realised that staying silent to Ninomiya’s offer was on par with agreeing to it. Somehow he had gotten himself into a compromise with the two troublemakers, but it wouldn’t be an easy one as he had hoped.
Sakurai tried to mark some papers, to do anything that would calm his body down, but after only 5 minutes he gave up, unable to focus anymore. All he could hear was Nino’s silky voice mixed with Aiba’s raspier one calling his name; all he could feel was Nino’s small tongue mixed with Aiba’s longer one running all over his body; all he could think was how tight the pair of them would feel around him...
Sakurai groaned, apologising to his pride. He buried his head in his arms, collapsing onto his desk.
It was going to be a long, long semester.
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A/N: First time writing 3way smuttiness I hope it was okay~ Comments appreciated! ♥