Welcome to PCU! (Episode 4 - Jonghyun & Sunggyu)
Title: Welcome to PCU! (Pleasure Cruise University)
Author: leejaehwa7
Fandom: BEAST/Infinite/Big Bang/MBLAQ/Block B/SHINee/more
Couples: BEAST/OT6, Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Joon/Mir, Zico/Kyung, Jonghyun/Key, GD/TOP, more
Chapters: 4/?
Rating: NC-17 (mostly)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely guys but the plot is definitely concocted by my pervy mind ^_^
Summary: Pleasure Cruise University (PCU) is an all boys school on the sea that specifically caters to the wealthy elites of society. The school provides the perfect place for males with healthy sex drives, who wish to have fun before entering into family businesses. The school may seem like a playground for adults, but it teaches something more than outsiders can ever understand.
A/N: Only two CAM's this time because the update was getting too long and I wanted to post this soon.
Episode 3
Episode 4
Jonghyun’s CAM:
“I can’t believe you. Why didn’t you tell me you changed your schedule over the summer?”
We were grabbing a bite for breakfast before our first class and Kibum decided just now to mention that we only had one class together. I clearly recall us sitting down and planning out our schedules to ensure we were together in all classes. The idea being that we could do the work together and have the same assignments.
“What happened to the plan Key?” He simply shrugged and walked towards the fruit bar. Huffing I followed along with our shared tray deciding I would pick up this conversation once we were seated.
He placed two bananas on the tray that was already holding granola and yogurt. Key was on this health food kick because he thinks he’s gained weight over the summer. I think he’s crazy for even suggesting the idea that he’s fat but it’s best not to argue with him about it. Anything weight related and he turns melodramatic then starts chewing me out for being insensitive to his issues. And there is really no point in me overreacting as long as he is still eating healthy, right?
We took a table close to the window near the side of the cafeteria, which showed a nice view of the central courtyard. Taking a bite of the non-fat yogurt mixed into the granola I made a face before starting up the conversation again. “Key? Why did you change your schedule? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I tried not to sound agitated.
He took a bite of his banana chewing slowly before swallowing. “It’s just…” he paused and watched me as if measuring my reaction. “Over the summer I realized that we spent too much time together last semester. After we started dating first semester and decided to take all the same classes, I realized that I was becoming too dependent on your presence.” He took my hand on the table with his free one. “I missed you during break and I’m overjoyed that we are together again, but I don’t want to get too attached. We still need our independence,” he concluded still staring at me.
“So you’re dependent on me? You admit you need me,” I stated with a smirk forgetting about our class issue for a moment.
“What?” Key exclaimed separating our hands. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. It was implied.”
He crossed his arms and looked away scowling. “Don’t attempt to be smart Jonghyun.” He sighed and glanced back at me. “I just figured us living together would suffice. We don’t need to be together all day every day.”
Standing, I perched my hands on the table leaning across to kiss his cheek and whisper, “Next time don’t be so secretive or I might get the wrong idea.”
Finally smiling he tilted his head to give me a peck on the lips and push me back to my seat. “At least I made sure we still have the same classes, just at different times.”
“Of all the classes that you could have kept us together in, why did you choose Dance Class?” I wondered. “What about Flexibility or Teasing 101? Those would have been fun together.” I paused thinking of our other classes. “Better yet, why not Talk Dirty to Me?”
He quirked an eyebrow and grinned devilishly. “Because I want to watch you shake your ass in class.” He finished his yogurt and plopped the bowl back on the tray. “Speaking of which, we need to get going if we want to get there on time. Dance class is on the south end of deck four.”
Taking his hand in mine, we made our way out of the cafeteria and down to deck four. We reached the studio with ten minutes to spare. Key always likes to be prompt when it comes to classes. We entered the studio to see various friends scattered around the room some standing, and some sitting. Key pulled me to an empty area and pointed to the floor. I laughed knowing he wanted me to sit down so that he could have a seat in my lap instead of the hard floor.
As soon as I sat down, I crossed my legs and pulled him down hugging his waist and resting my head on his back while others began to file into the room. I could feel Key twiddling with his pants; I figured he was rolling the hem up.
“Key! Jonghyun! I didn’t know we were in the same class.” Peeking around Key’s shoulder I realized it was Hyunseung speaking, followed closely by a sleepy looking Joon.
“Looks that way,” Key replied. “I didn’t think either of you were capable of taking classes before noon.”
“Shut up,” Joon mumbled stifling a yawn and plopping down beside us slumping forward.
“I actually wondered the same thing when I met up with Joon in the elevator. If you want my opinion, I think he’s avoiding someone else who doesn’t like waking up early.” Hyunseung staged whispered the last sentence just to peeve Joon. The latter slipped his legs forwards and kicked them as a child does while throwing a temper tantrum. He missed his target and toppled backwards sprawling across the floor. “Oh! Looks like another seat opened up,” Hyunseung jumped forward and sat directly on Joon’s stomach. He pouted a moment and sighed. “This seat is just as hard as the floor.”
Key and I cracked up at his antics while Joon gasped for air. He grabbed Hyunseung by the waist and pushed him forward attempting to sit up. Eventually, the elder of the two was sitting sideways in Joon’s lap looking rather delighted with the situation. Joon stopped complaining and used Hyunseung’s shoulder as a headrest.
“Joon? How was it the other night with Mir? I didn’t get to ask you yesterday because,” he glanced at me, “I was busy.”
Joon peeked up under his fringe before turning his head and hiding behind Hyunseung’s back. “It was fine.”
“Did something happen?” Joon simply shrugged. “If you don’t tell me, I will just ask Mir later.” Another shrug was received.
This was the end their conversation because the professor walked in catching everyone’s attention. Murmurs spread around the room as he covered the dance floor and stood in front of the mirror. Without a word he gained our undivided attention and I was fairly sure everyone was thinking the same thing. “Damn he’s hot. Where did he come from?” Key whispered in interest, voicing everyone’s thoughts.
“Doesn’t he look like someone we know?” I asked tilting my head towards the two sitting beside us.
After looking at the papers in his hands, which I can only assume to be the class roster, the professor turned towards us and smiled brightly. “Joon is that you hiding from me?”
We turned to see the boy in question pop his head up and say, “Uncle Jihoon? What are you doing here?”
“Surprise!” the professor exclaimed. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Not particularly,” our friend replied leaning against Hyunseung once again.
The professor or Joon’s uncle stepped towards us. “Joonie you never told me you had such a cute boyfriend.”
A blush covered Hyunseung’s cheeks. He seemed extremely pleased by the compliment, but Joon snapped his head up and quickly denied having a relationship with the male in his lap. “We’re just friends. Why didn’t you tell me you were working at this school?” he asked in annoyance and retaliation.
“Part of the contract. I’m sure you can understand that since you can’t talk openly about attending this school either,” he explained simply. “Anyways, I think we should get started with class.” He turned to focus on everyone else and finally introduced himself. “I’m Jung Jihoon. You can call me Professor Jung, Professor Jihoon, or simply Jihoon. I really don’t care.” He flashed a smile wide enough to reach his eyes making the class swoon like a bunch of love struck fools, even Key giggled.
Wrapping my arms tighter around his waist, I squeezed to get his attention. He simply leaned back and reached around to pat my cheek with his left hand while chuckling. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not,” I sighed, shifting his weight to become more comfortable.
“Let’s get down to business,” Jihoon announced. “We all know this is Dance Class and if you are not supposed to be here, I suggest you leave now.” He paused looking around to everyone, doing a silent head count. His eyebrows furrowed as he eyed the roster once more. “Seems we are short one person.”
He began reading off the list of names pausing in-between each one as students recognized themselves. “Dongwoo, Hyunseung, Kibum, Jonghyun, Minhyuk, Howon, Yukwon, Sungjong?” No one acknowledged that last name. “Sungjong?” he repeated.
As if on cue a thin blond cracked the door in an attempt to sneak into class. All eyes turned to him as Jihoon asked again. “Sungjong?”
The small boy nodded and quickly apologized for being late. “I’m sorry. I took the wrong hall and ended up on the other side of the ship,” he explained frazzled.
“Well, I guess everyone is here,” he stated without finishing the list of names. Addressing the blond he spoke sternly, “Promptness is key, Sungjong. Let’s not let it happen again, okay?” The boy nodded eagerly and moved to take a seat on the floor, but before he could bend down Jihoon spoke again. “Since you’re already standing, why don’t you be the first to demonstrate? I want to learn everyone’s natural ability before we get started with class for this semester.”
He moved to the corner where a small stereo was perched on a chair, gesturing for Sungjong to take his place at the front of the room. Those that were seated close to the mirror shifted to find other seats around the room.
“I want everyone to introduce themselves when they are called up. I will play a random song and each of you will show me what you can do.” The two at the front made eye contact.
“Hello,” he announced enthusiastically. “I’m first year Lee Sungjong.” He gave a few small waves and tipped his head towards the class.
Jihoon hit play on the stereo and a familiar girl group song blared through the speakers. Key automatically started wiggling in my lap excited at the tune. It was Miss A’s “Good Girl Bad Girl”. Sungjong gave the slightest smirk before striking a pose and beginning the routine with ease. He snapped, jerked, and rolled in all the right ways. His hips were beyond seductive. He was on the same level as Key and I could already feel the annoyance emanating from the male in my lap.
Key went rigid as soon as Sungjong started showing off his moves. He was going into defense mode because he had always held the title of best dancer to female songs. He knew every choreographed dance move to any popular girl songs and he performed them even better than some of the original artists. It was beautiful to watch him move, but this new kid definitely created immense competition for him.
The blond winked and whipped around snapping his hips out and smacking his rump playfully to end his minute of dancing. The class erupted in applause at his display of cute and sexy dance moves all mixed together. I had to admit he was great. I’m sure Key even silently admitted it, but I knew he wasn’t going to take this sitting down. His diva side would take over and he would want to defend his title.
After Sungjong took his seat, Jihoon asked for someone to volunteer for the next dance. Key quickly slipped out of my lap and pranced to the front of the room. Glancing towards Hyunseung and Joon, we exchanged a silent question in wonder of how this was going to turn out. I crossed my fingers hoping he would receive a good song.
“Hi! I’m second year Kim Kibum,” he grinned before tipping his head towards Jihoon to start the music.
It was definitely not a girl song. Actually, it wasn’t even a song he could dance sexily too. It was more of an upbeat power song; completely opposite to the one that Sungjong had just danced too. He did surprisingly well at following the beat and working in a few sensual hip pops here and there. It was a pleasure to watch as always, just in a different way than the performance put on by Sungjong. The class applauded as he moved to sit in my lap once more, giving out an exasperated sigh.
The only comfort I could give him was a reassuring hug and kiss while adding, “You were amazing babe.”
He silently fumed for the rest of the class sending glares across the room at the cute first year. I tried to distract him, but all my hard work was to no avail. Eventually, I sat back and watched the other students take turns introducing themselves. A pair of guys stepped forward and asked if they could do a duet performance. Jihoon being unfazed by this request simply pursed his lips waved his hand for them to continue.
The vibrant red head with a serious expression plastered on his face introduced himself as being a first year by the name of Lee Minhyuk. He liked to be called B-Bomb. His acquaintance with softer features waved and pronounced himself as being a first year as well. His name was Kim Yukwon or U-Kwon. Together they said, “We are U-Bomb.”
Their introduction caught everyone’s attention and much like Sungjong, their song pick suited them well. The smooth strong beat of the song allowed them to pop rhythmically together, eventually adding in sexy body waves that could easily turn anyone on. The chest popping and hip thrusts paired with the slow trailing of their hands down their clearly defined torsos elicited a few whistles from the class. They definitely had sex appeal.
There were a few other outstanding performances, but many awkward ones as well. Jihoon stood before the class calculating something silently as he spanned the class with his eyes. “Looks like this class will be a rather intriguing one this year. Since it’s my first time teaching some of these subjects in the syllabus, I guess it will be a learning experience for all of us.” He checked his watch. “Looks like we have a few minutes, but I guess we can let out early. I hope to see you all prompt,” he glanced at Sungjong, “and ready for instruction on Wednesday. Make sure you dress appropriately. I don’t want to see any jeans in my studio, got it?”
In unison the class replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Wait,” one of our classmates whose name slipped my mind called out. “Why don’t you show us your dance moves?”
Jihoon’s eyes darted around the studio. “Do you really want to see me dance?” There were cheers of approval around the class.
So Jihoon took off his hooded coat leaving him in a body hugging v-neck t-shirt. Hitting a few buttons on the stereo he found a track to his liking and pressed play. As the music started, he glided across the floor to the front center of the room ending with a spin. He rolled his hips sexily, pounding his fists on his thighs. His facial expression only added to the scene because he was in full concentration, biting his lip while continuing to grind. He worked with various body rolls and different positions. He was on his knees leaning backwards constantly rolling the upper part of his body, thrusting his hips, when he pulled the front part of his shirt behind his head exposing a lovely set of abs paired with the perfect tan. It was beautiful to say the least.
After enchanting the class, he came to an abrupt stop and asked, “Is that what you wanted.” The class erupted into whoops and cheers. “Good, now get lost,” he joked waving us away. The class groaned in unison except for one. “Joon can you stay back for a moment?” Jihoon added as we all stood to exit the room.
“We’ll wait for you outside if you want?” Hyunseung offered, but Joon declined.
“Don’t worry boys. I’ll take good care of Joonie.” He placed his arm around Joon’s shoulders and pulled him away from the group teasing him with a headlock and knuckle rub to the skull. Joon complained but barely fought against his uncle’s actions. It all seemed completely normal anyways.
Once out of the studio, Key began ranting about the incident with the cute blond Sungjong. “Did you see him? Who does he think he is? I’m not going to let him get away with trying to steal my image.”
Hyunseung and I followed him silently, rolling our eyes at his ridiculousness. This was another situation when it was simply best for neither of us to say anything to Key. As he continued his stream of thoughts, I grabbed his hand and led him back towards our room since class let out at ten and we both had three hours before our next class. I would simply have to come up with something to calm him down before we make it to our afternoon schedule.
We parted with Hyunseung as he bid us goodbye while typing on his phone. He was probably messaging Junhyung to find out where he was located. Much like Key and I, those two were practically inseparable last year. Neither of them liked waking up early either. These small facts only made me more curious as to why Hyunseung was taking a morning dance class without Junhyung. There was one offered in the afternoon and Junhyung had always been interested in dance. Maybe he already took the class or maybe like Key, Hyunseung wanted to distance himself from Junhyung.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t have time to worry about it now because Key was becoming more and more persistent for me to react to his ramblings. When it seemed like he had exhausted every last complaint he could possibly think of, I stopped him by tugging on his hand. His complaints now turned to me being annoying and not caring about him enough.
Smiling, I closed the gap between us giving him a breathtaking kiss. My hand rested on his neck as we pulled apart and I reassured him that he was still the best, cutest, and sexiest dancer around. He chuckled regaining his confidence and giving me a quick peck on the lips. “You’re right. I have nothing to worry about.”
Luckily for me, he was quickly appeased by my actions and words, but I knew next time it might not be so simple.
Sunggyu’s CAM:
Woohyun woke me up this morning by singing in the shower. It’s not exactly a bad way to start the day, but I had planned on using the extra hour I had for sleep. He signed up for Teasing 101 at ten, while my first class Phone Sex 101 didn’t begin until eleven.
Since I was already awake, I decided to surprise him by stepping into the bathroom and stripping down before slipping into the shower behind him. I picked the opportune moment because he was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, eyes closed and bubbles running down his body. It was definitely a sight to behold. Upon feeling my presence, he peeked through one eye and jerked back shocked. I laughed and caught him before he could slip on the slicked bathtub.
Finally rinsing his hair clean, he wiped his face clearing off the water and smacked my arm exclaiming, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Laughing I pushed him away from the shower of water to dampen my skin. I turned to face the stream as he lathered a rag and began scrubbing my back. His hands trailed around embracing me while soaping up the front of my body traveling gradually lower. I sighed at his touches, but frowned and moved away before he could decide to go further.
“We aren’t going to do that this morning,” I stated, turning around to face him.
His eyes fell to my chest. I watched as his gaze lowered and he bit his lip in a wanting pout. “Why are you such a tease?” he whined.
“What can I say, I had a great teacher. Professor Kwon definitely knows what he’s talking about. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two this semester,” I joked.
“I will,” he proclaimed. “And after this semester I’ll be the one driving you crazy.”
Smirking I pushed his against the wall and hovered close enough for our lips to barely touch. “You already drive me crazy honey.” I licked his lip in another teasing moment before turning back to the water and rinsing myself off before grabbing the shampoo.
“It’s too early for this,” he groaned dropping the rag with a plop and exiting the shower. “You’re too much sometimes Gyu. I mean it, I’m going to end up raping you.”
I poked my head past the curtain and watched him dry off. “Sorry about that, but I just wanted to get even with you for waking me up early.” Closing the curtain, I returned to washing my hair. “I love you,” I called out.
“Love you too,” he replied in a strained voice, probably trying not to curse me for giving him a hard on and doing nothing about it. I could hear him mumbling as he jerked himself off before I get out the shower.
Silently I promised I would make it up to him later. I know he struggles because of me, but I don’t want to base our relationship on what happens between the sheets. Maybe it’s my own insecurities, but I want to know he likes me for more than what I can give him in bed. It’s moments like now and what happened the other night that I realize he actually tries really hard to prove he loves me the way I love him.
I tried not to get out of the shower until I heard him leave the bathroom. I didn’t want to tempt him again by stepping out stark naked and dripping wet. Drying off, I slipped my nightclothes back on and made my way into the bedroom. He was still half naked, only sporting a pair of skinny jeans. After scanning the small amount of clothes he brought to my room, he chose a black low-cut shirt that showed off just the right amount of chest.
Moving to his side to choose my own clothes, I placed my arm around his shoulders and ran my fingertips over the exposed skin. “I would say you’re already starting off in the right direction when it comes to teasing me. You know I love it when you wear shirts like this.”
He grinned placing his hand over mine and pulling it away from his body. “You can only look. No touching,” he ordered. He glanced to the clock on the nightstand. “I really need to get going,” he sighed.
Before he could move, I pecked his cheek. “I’ll call you after my class so we can grab lunch together.” He nodded and grabbed his bag leaving the room quickly. I know it’s mean but I like when he gets flustered.
Considering I had an hour to wait before class, I raided the mini fridge for some juice to replace the breakfast I skipped before actually deciding on an outfit to wear. I hooked up my MP3 player to listen to some music to pass the time. Eventually, I was off to my first class with Professor Choi Siwon. He was known to be a smooth talker, which made him the perfect educator for Phone Sex 101. He gave us a simple introduction about the power of one’s voice, controlling inflection and resonance, while using it as a persuasive tool. Personally, I think he could talk the clothes off a nun if he wanted to. Not that I think he would though.
He let us out with time to spare, so I met up with Woohyun for a quick lunch before our class at one. We decided to sign up for two classes together. He was taking some that I had already experience in previous years, but we still wanted to share a few. One class we decided upon was Gym Training on Tuesday and Thursday. The other was Kama Sutra, three days a week. Professor Choi DongWook taught the class. He was given the nickname Seven or Se7en by many of the students because there was a rumor going around some years ago that said he could please at least seven people before getting off himself. I say at least seven because another rumor says he topped out at pleasing twelve guys. By pleasing them, I mean actually fucking them not giving oral or any other method. He apparently knows how to find someone’s g-spot and work it.
There are also rumors floating around that he’s been with every professor on board. There is another saying he’s already married, but his wife lets him keep this job because she doesn’t mind how he flirts with men. Honestly, the last one simply sounds ridiculous to me, but most rumors start with an ounce of truth. I don’t want to speculate anything, but one look at the man and anyone could see that he is a walking sexual deviant that anyone man or woman would love to end up with.
Woohyun and I entered the small room decorated with rows of comfortable chairs and various tables. The interior of the room was a simple dark red. The lighting was dimmed and a screen was pulled down waiting for an image to be projected on it. As everyone took a seat, Professor Choi closed the door cutting off the supply of light from the hall creating an even darker atmosphere. He walked to the front of the room giving everyone a smile.
“I checked the roster as everyone entered. Since all of you are upper classmen I have already been acquainted with each of you. Welcome to Kama Sutra. I suspect each of you know what this class is about, but just incase I will spell it out for you.” He paused glancing around the room. “This class will be covering a multitude of sexual positions that each come with their own benefits. Some positions are more difficult than others. Some require stamina and strength, others flexibility.” He gave the class a one over.
“I recommended anyone interested in this class to sign up with a partner. It is not a requirement, but it is helpful to be comfortable with the person you are paired with. Will everyone with a partner please holds hands and raise them so that I can make sure everyone is paired with someone else.”
Naturally Woohyun and I linked hands and raised them for the professor to count. I took the opportunity to glance around the room and noticed Junhyung and Hyunseung sitting at the other end of our row. I nudged Woohyun to get his attention and pointed them out. He grinned and shook his head in response.
The professor clapped a few times. “Good, good. Everyone already has a partner. Why don’t we go ahead and get started.” He moved to the side of the room and perched in a high back cushioned chair like those kind you see swanky headmasters sitting in. He picked up a remote and pointed it to the back of the room. “Today I’m going to show a video compilation of the different positions we will be learning about this year.”
He clicked play, the screen lit up, and a word flashed across the bottom. “Beginner.” I guess each position was labeled based on difficultly. The first to be shown was the well-known Missionary position. The next one was called the Elephant, which consisted of receiver lying on his stomach and the giver simply straddling him from behind. The movie continued on. The sound of moans, groans, and pants filled the room through the speakers. I could already feel myself getting hot from the show. Everyone else in the class was beginning to fidget as well. I’m sure a couple started giving themselves hand jobs by the middle of the movie.
Woohyun wasn’t immune to the basic porn show either. I could see his slowly inching towards his privates. I took his wandering hand in mine to keep him from touching himself. He gave me a heated look before returning his eyes to the screen and watching two people demonstrate a move called the Swing. The giver is lying back while the receiver is sitting with his back to his partner while riding his mate. I honestly couldn’t wait to try out each and every one of these positions with Woohyun. At the moment, I could care less which position we did as long as we could get out of this stuffy room and back to mine because the scenes and noises were making these skinny jeans extremely uncomfortable and I was ready to continue what Woohyun and I started in the shower this morning.
The video finally ended and the professor stood up once more eyeing the class. “Seems like we have our work cut out for us this semester. I hope none of you are ashamed of performing in front of class or myself at some point. This is not a class for shy people. Think about it before you show up on Wednesday.” He kept the lights dim and walked to the door, opening it to fill the room with a stream of light. “You are all dismissed.”
A few couples rushed out of the room quickly. I grabbed Woohyun’s hand and led him out behind Junhyung and Hyunseung. The latter of the two turned and spotted us tapping his lover on the shoulder. “Well look who decided to take a big boy class,” Junhyung teased.
“Stop it,” Hyunseung hissed. “Are you two as excited as I am for this class? Not only is the topic perfect, but so is the professor. I wonder if we will get to see him give a demonstration.”
Junhyung glared towards Hyunseung in disapproval. He wrapped his arm around his lover’s thin waist and turned quickly. “I guess I will have to teach you a lesson for fantasizing about other men again.”
“We’ve already done the Yin and Yang position. Can we try the Reed position? That looked like fun,” Hyunseung chirped only egging Junhyung on further. I couldn’t remember exactly what position he was referring to and I didn’t really want to imagine them in it anyways.
Woohyung coughed at my side, squeezing my hand to get my attention. He looked down and grinned. “Do you plan on doing something about this or do I have to do it myself?”
Smirking, I pulled him down the hall. Luckily we were only three floors down from my deck. It didn’t take long to get into my room closing us off from everyone else. Woohyung showed his excitement at my willingness to play along by pushing me against the wall attacking me with his lips as soon as I closed the door. This excitement only played along with my rising desire to get him into bed.
He unbuttoned my shirt as his lips trailed down my neck sending shivers across my spine. Tugging he only got the shirt to my elbows because I had my hands wrapped securely around his waist. This left my shoulders exposed with the simple tank top I was wearing underneath my shirt. His lips trailed across my warm flesh as one hand slid between us palming my encased erection, clearly showing he wanted more.
Using just enough strength, I walked him backwards to the bed. He sat on the edge running his hands along my hips, undoing my belt and pants. He tugged them down to my knees palming me through my boxer-briefs. “I should get you to watch porn more often if this is what it does to you,” he chuckled.
Before I knew it, he had me in his mouth, working me with his tongue, lips, and teeth. He knew when to lick, nibble, fondle, and suck at all the right times. Before he could push me too far, I pulled back tilting his head up and catching his now red lips with my own. In the process, I pulled my button up off the rest of the way and shimmed out of my pants, kicking them across the floor. My hand trailed down his torso until I my fingers met the top of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them.
Pushing him back on the bed, he shifted his hips up so I could release him from his tight fitted dark jeans. Once they were off, he used his foot to hook behind my thigh and pull me forward with his leg giggling in the process. Planting my hands on either side of his body, I leaned in for another kiss only to pull back while biting his bottom lip. He moaned in response as I discarded his underwear next.
I kneeled at the edge of the bed, running my hands over his thighs before rubbing his cock. He always liked the extra touches and teasing or he wouldn’t have been able to put up with waiting for me for so long. Woohyun ran his fingers through my hair, guiding me towards erection. I gave in licking the tip before planting kisses around the crown. He shuddered at the gentle touches, but the grip on my hair told me he wanted more. So I gave him more. I took him in halfway, running my tongue along the shaft before sucking and bobbing up and down.
His legs clamped around my sides as I continued my maneuvers. He laid back enjoying it all. I could feel him tensing beneath me the more I worked and the further I took him in. Giving him a final lick, I stopped and stood up to hover over him seductively asking, “Would you like top or bottom?”
It was always a question between us because frankly we both enjoyed it all. Granted that the bottom took some getting used to, but with the right partner and trust it can be an amazing experience.
He blushed at the question and responded shyly with one simple word. “Bottom.”
Giving him a kiss on the forehead I moved the nightstand as he shifted upwards on the bed. Taking out a small red bottle of lube, I turned to face him. “Can you grab a condom too?” I was surprised at his request because we rarely ever use condoms. He saw my confusion and explained. “I have a class later and it’s uncomfortable if I’m leaking out the ass.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his explanation. I closed the drawer without grabbing a condom and crawled onto the bed. “You sure have a way with words.” I paused to trace my fingers across his cheek. “If you don’t want me to release inside you, then I can always pull out.”
His eyebrows furrowed as he stared me down. “I know how you are. When you get into it, there really is no stopping you.”
He was right about that. I do lose control sometimes, but I shook my head adamantly. “I promise I will pull out, okay?”
Ready to move on from this, he agreed and let me begin to prepare him. His legs spread wide giving me room to situate myself between them comfortably. Lubing my fingers, I ran my left hand under his shirt across his sculpted abs as I began to penetrate him with one digit. He relaxed at my touches and opened up for me. He began teasing his nipples through his low-cut shirt when I attempted a second finger.
The suction increased on my fingers and he wiggled before me. Using my other hand, I used lube to slick his erection pumping him as I entered another finger into his tight entrance. He moved between the plains of pain and pleasure. Small moans escaped his throat begging for more. The sight of his shirt askew exposing his shoulder and abs, his face flushed, and his hurried breathing was enough to push me further.
Slowly I pulled my fingers out caressing his thigh. “Are you ready?” I whispered breathily.
He bit his lip taking a deep breath to relax himself as I pushed forward, releasing the air slowly. I was halfway in before he clutched my thigh silently asking me to stop. I paused taking his hand in mine waiting for him to relax. He closed his eyes and shifted down between my legs taking it upon himself to get me the rest of the way in.
Rolling my hips in a small circle, Woohyun sighed beneath me. This was the sign I needed in order to do more. The first time pushing in and pulling out was always one of my favorite parts. The intensity of the action, becoming so close and connected to someone in such an intimate way was a mind-blowing feeling I couldn’t get enough of, not to mention being able to reconnect with the person I love the most after being separated for a period of time.
The slow rhythm we started with picked up momentum as he loosened up. His legs wrapped around me, pulling me close restricting my movements after I started pounding into him. His breath hitched as his arms pulled me close for a kiss. The warmth of his pants brushed across my lips.
“Slow down,” he breathed into my ear as he clung to me.
I smirked. “Normally you tell me to go faster.”
His lips brushed against my shoulder as he ran his hands beneath my tank top. “It’s been a while,” he stated. “I want to enjoy this.”
Titling my head I began to savor the skin at his neck and started rocking my hips slowly in the confined barrier he kept me in. My hands traced up and down his sides, reestablishing themselves with every contour of his body. We molded together, grinding into one another creating intense friction between our bodies. I could feel him tensing up beneath me, holding on tighter as he was about to release. Remembering his request, I tried to pull away. Any moment now and I was going to release along with him. “Woohyun?” I panted. “I’m going to…”
His fingers gripped my back, pulling at the skin as he released between us. His thighs clamped around my waist. I tried not to orgasm, but he wasn’t making things easy. “Woohyun?” I called out again. “Let go.”
His hips rocked into me. He was riding out his high, torturing me until I couldn’t take it anymore and released inside of him. Panting into his neck, I trailed kisses across his perspiring skin. He pushed me away irritated, finally able to realize what happened. “You promised,” he whined.
“I tried to tell you,” I countered. “You were the one who wouldn’t let go and I didn’t want to screw up your high.”
“If only you had agreed to wear a condom,” he complained. Looking down he spotted the stains on his shirt. “And my favorite shirt is ruined too.”
Grabbing his hands, I forced them above his head while hovering close to his face. “I can always buy you another shirt.” I pecked his lips. “And you can deal with the other problem later.” I gave him another kiss, licking and sucking at his bottom lip. “But right now, I would like to go another round.”
He grinned pulling out of my grip and rolling us over. “Fine, but I get to top this time.” He dove in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth before I could respond. It was going to an interesting second round considering his slight irritation towards me. But it’s not my fault he decided to do the Octopus on me, making sure I had no way to pull out. I wonder what move we’ll try this time.
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A/N: So yeah...I had to do some research for that Kama Sutra class. I find it amusing that I used the Yin and Yang position for JunSeung in Episode 2 and described their characters as being like yin and yang. What a silly coincidence. Ignore Jae being silly.
What do you think of the other professor? ^_^
Author: leejaehwa7
Fandom: BEAST/Infinite/Big Bang/MBLAQ/Block B/SHINee/more
Couples: BEAST/OT6, Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Joon/Mir, Zico/Kyung, Jonghyun/Key, GD/TOP, more
Chapters: 4/?
Rating: NC-17 (mostly)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely guys but the plot is definitely concocted by my pervy mind ^_^
Summary: Pleasure Cruise University (PCU) is an all boys school on the sea that specifically caters to the wealthy elites of society. The school provides the perfect place for males with healthy sex drives, who wish to have fun before entering into family businesses. The school may seem like a playground for adults, but it teaches something more than outsiders can ever understand.
A/N: Only two CAM's this time because the update was getting too long and I wanted to post this soon.
Episode 3
Episode 4
Jonghyun’s CAM:
“I can’t believe you. Why didn’t you tell me you changed your schedule over the summer?”
We were grabbing a bite for breakfast before our first class and Kibum decided just now to mention that we only had one class together. I clearly recall us sitting down and planning out our schedules to ensure we were together in all classes. The idea being that we could do the work together and have the same assignments.
“What happened to the plan Key?” He simply shrugged and walked towards the fruit bar. Huffing I followed along with our shared tray deciding I would pick up this conversation once we were seated.
He placed two bananas on the tray that was already holding granola and yogurt. Key was on this health food kick because he thinks he’s gained weight over the summer. I think he’s crazy for even suggesting the idea that he’s fat but it’s best not to argue with him about it. Anything weight related and he turns melodramatic then starts chewing me out for being insensitive to his issues. And there is really no point in me overreacting as long as he is still eating healthy, right?
We took a table close to the window near the side of the cafeteria, which showed a nice view of the central courtyard. Taking a bite of the non-fat yogurt mixed into the granola I made a face before starting up the conversation again. “Key? Why did you change your schedule? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I tried not to sound agitated.
He took a bite of his banana chewing slowly before swallowing. “It’s just…” he paused and watched me as if measuring my reaction. “Over the summer I realized that we spent too much time together last semester. After we started dating first semester and decided to take all the same classes, I realized that I was becoming too dependent on your presence.” He took my hand on the table with his free one. “I missed you during break and I’m overjoyed that we are together again, but I don’t want to get too attached. We still need our independence,” he concluded still staring at me.
“So you’re dependent on me? You admit you need me,” I stated with a smirk forgetting about our class issue for a moment.
“What?” Key exclaimed separating our hands. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to. It was implied.”
He crossed his arms and looked away scowling. “Don’t attempt to be smart Jonghyun.” He sighed and glanced back at me. “I just figured us living together would suffice. We don’t need to be together all day every day.”
Standing, I perched my hands on the table leaning across to kiss his cheek and whisper, “Next time don’t be so secretive or I might get the wrong idea.”
Finally smiling he tilted his head to give me a peck on the lips and push me back to my seat. “At least I made sure we still have the same classes, just at different times.”
“Of all the classes that you could have kept us together in, why did you choose Dance Class?” I wondered. “What about Flexibility or Teasing 101? Those would have been fun together.” I paused thinking of our other classes. “Better yet, why not Talk Dirty to Me?”
He quirked an eyebrow and grinned devilishly. “Because I want to watch you shake your ass in class.” He finished his yogurt and plopped the bowl back on the tray. “Speaking of which, we need to get going if we want to get there on time. Dance class is on the south end of deck four.”
Taking his hand in mine, we made our way out of the cafeteria and down to deck four. We reached the studio with ten minutes to spare. Key always likes to be prompt when it comes to classes. We entered the studio to see various friends scattered around the room some standing, and some sitting. Key pulled me to an empty area and pointed to the floor. I laughed knowing he wanted me to sit down so that he could have a seat in my lap instead of the hard floor.
As soon as I sat down, I crossed my legs and pulled him down hugging his waist and resting my head on his back while others began to file into the room. I could feel Key twiddling with his pants; I figured he was rolling the hem up.
“Key! Jonghyun! I didn’t know we were in the same class.” Peeking around Key’s shoulder I realized it was Hyunseung speaking, followed closely by a sleepy looking Joon.
“Looks that way,” Key replied. “I didn’t think either of you were capable of taking classes before noon.”
“Shut up,” Joon mumbled stifling a yawn and plopping down beside us slumping forward.
“I actually wondered the same thing when I met up with Joon in the elevator. If you want my opinion, I think he’s avoiding someone else who doesn’t like waking up early.” Hyunseung staged whispered the last sentence just to peeve Joon. The latter slipped his legs forwards and kicked them as a child does while throwing a temper tantrum. He missed his target and toppled backwards sprawling across the floor. “Oh! Looks like another seat opened up,” Hyunseung jumped forward and sat directly on Joon’s stomach. He pouted a moment and sighed. “This seat is just as hard as the floor.”
Key and I cracked up at his antics while Joon gasped for air. He grabbed Hyunseung by the waist and pushed him forward attempting to sit up. Eventually, the elder of the two was sitting sideways in Joon’s lap looking rather delighted with the situation. Joon stopped complaining and used Hyunseung’s shoulder as a headrest.
“Joon? How was it the other night with Mir? I didn’t get to ask you yesterday because,” he glanced at me, “I was busy.”
Joon peeked up under his fringe before turning his head and hiding behind Hyunseung’s back. “It was fine.”
“Did something happen?” Joon simply shrugged. “If you don’t tell me, I will just ask Mir later.” Another shrug was received.
This was the end their conversation because the professor walked in catching everyone’s attention. Murmurs spread around the room as he covered the dance floor and stood in front of the mirror. Without a word he gained our undivided attention and I was fairly sure everyone was thinking the same thing. “Damn he’s hot. Where did he come from?” Key whispered in interest, voicing everyone’s thoughts.
“Doesn’t he look like someone we know?” I asked tilting my head towards the two sitting beside us.
After looking at the papers in his hands, which I can only assume to be the class roster, the professor turned towards us and smiled brightly. “Joon is that you hiding from me?”
We turned to see the boy in question pop his head up and say, “Uncle Jihoon? What are you doing here?”
“Surprise!” the professor exclaimed. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Not particularly,” our friend replied leaning against Hyunseung once again.
The professor or Joon’s uncle stepped towards us. “Joonie you never told me you had such a cute boyfriend.”
A blush covered Hyunseung’s cheeks. He seemed extremely pleased by the compliment, but Joon snapped his head up and quickly denied having a relationship with the male in his lap. “We’re just friends. Why didn’t you tell me you were working at this school?” he asked in annoyance and retaliation.
“Part of the contract. I’m sure you can understand that since you can’t talk openly about attending this school either,” he explained simply. “Anyways, I think we should get started with class.” He turned to focus on everyone else and finally introduced himself. “I’m Jung Jihoon. You can call me Professor Jung, Professor Jihoon, or simply Jihoon. I really don’t care.” He flashed a smile wide enough to reach his eyes making the class swoon like a bunch of love struck fools, even Key giggled.
Wrapping my arms tighter around his waist, I squeezed to get his attention. He simply leaned back and reached around to pat my cheek with his left hand while chuckling. “Don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not,” I sighed, shifting his weight to become more comfortable.
“Let’s get down to business,” Jihoon announced. “We all know this is Dance Class and if you are not supposed to be here, I suggest you leave now.” He paused looking around to everyone, doing a silent head count. His eyebrows furrowed as he eyed the roster once more. “Seems we are short one person.”
He began reading off the list of names pausing in-between each one as students recognized themselves. “Dongwoo, Hyunseung, Kibum, Jonghyun, Minhyuk, Howon, Yukwon, Sungjong?” No one acknowledged that last name. “Sungjong?” he repeated.
As if on cue a thin blond cracked the door in an attempt to sneak into class. All eyes turned to him as Jihoon asked again. “Sungjong?”
The small boy nodded and quickly apologized for being late. “I’m sorry. I took the wrong hall and ended up on the other side of the ship,” he explained frazzled.
“Well, I guess everyone is here,” he stated without finishing the list of names. Addressing the blond he spoke sternly, “Promptness is key, Sungjong. Let’s not let it happen again, okay?” The boy nodded eagerly and moved to take a seat on the floor, but before he could bend down Jihoon spoke again. “Since you’re already standing, why don’t you be the first to demonstrate? I want to learn everyone’s natural ability before we get started with class for this semester.”
He moved to the corner where a small stereo was perched on a chair, gesturing for Sungjong to take his place at the front of the room. Those that were seated close to the mirror shifted to find other seats around the room.
“I want everyone to introduce themselves when they are called up. I will play a random song and each of you will show me what you can do.” The two at the front made eye contact.
“Hello,” he announced enthusiastically. “I’m first year Lee Sungjong.” He gave a few small waves and tipped his head towards the class.
Jihoon hit play on the stereo and a familiar girl group song blared through the speakers. Key automatically started wiggling in my lap excited at the tune. It was Miss A’s “Good Girl Bad Girl”. Sungjong gave the slightest smirk before striking a pose and beginning the routine with ease. He snapped, jerked, and rolled in all the right ways. His hips were beyond seductive. He was on the same level as Key and I could already feel the annoyance emanating from the male in my lap.
Key went rigid as soon as Sungjong started showing off his moves. He was going into defense mode because he had always held the title of best dancer to female songs. He knew every choreographed dance move to any popular girl songs and he performed them even better than some of the original artists. It was beautiful to watch him move, but this new kid definitely created immense competition for him.
The blond winked and whipped around snapping his hips out and smacking his rump playfully to end his minute of dancing. The class erupted in applause at his display of cute and sexy dance moves all mixed together. I had to admit he was great. I’m sure Key even silently admitted it, but I knew he wasn’t going to take this sitting down. His diva side would take over and he would want to defend his title.
After Sungjong took his seat, Jihoon asked for someone to volunteer for the next dance. Key quickly slipped out of my lap and pranced to the front of the room. Glancing towards Hyunseung and Joon, we exchanged a silent question in wonder of how this was going to turn out. I crossed my fingers hoping he would receive a good song.
“Hi! I’m second year Kim Kibum,” he grinned before tipping his head towards Jihoon to start the music.
It was definitely not a girl song. Actually, it wasn’t even a song he could dance sexily too. It was more of an upbeat power song; completely opposite to the one that Sungjong had just danced too. He did surprisingly well at following the beat and working in a few sensual hip pops here and there. It was a pleasure to watch as always, just in a different way than the performance put on by Sungjong. The class applauded as he moved to sit in my lap once more, giving out an exasperated sigh.
The only comfort I could give him was a reassuring hug and kiss while adding, “You were amazing babe.”
He silently fumed for the rest of the class sending glares across the room at the cute first year. I tried to distract him, but all my hard work was to no avail. Eventually, I sat back and watched the other students take turns introducing themselves. A pair of guys stepped forward and asked if they could do a duet performance. Jihoon being unfazed by this request simply pursed his lips waved his hand for them to continue.
The vibrant red head with a serious expression plastered on his face introduced himself as being a first year by the name of Lee Minhyuk. He liked to be called B-Bomb. His acquaintance with softer features waved and pronounced himself as being a first year as well. His name was Kim Yukwon or U-Kwon. Together they said, “We are U-Bomb.”
Their introduction caught everyone’s attention and much like Sungjong, their song pick suited them well. The smooth strong beat of the song allowed them to pop rhythmically together, eventually adding in sexy body waves that could easily turn anyone on. The chest popping and hip thrusts paired with the slow trailing of their hands down their clearly defined torsos elicited a few whistles from the class. They definitely had sex appeal.
There were a few other outstanding performances, but many awkward ones as well. Jihoon stood before the class calculating something silently as he spanned the class with his eyes. “Looks like this class will be a rather intriguing one this year. Since it’s my first time teaching some of these subjects in the syllabus, I guess it will be a learning experience for all of us.” He checked his watch. “Looks like we have a few minutes, but I guess we can let out early. I hope to see you all prompt,” he glanced at Sungjong, “and ready for instruction on Wednesday. Make sure you dress appropriately. I don’t want to see any jeans in my studio, got it?”
In unison the class replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Wait,” one of our classmates whose name slipped my mind called out. “Why don’t you show us your dance moves?”
Jihoon’s eyes darted around the studio. “Do you really want to see me dance?” There were cheers of approval around the class.
So Jihoon took off his hooded coat leaving him in a body hugging v-neck t-shirt. Hitting a few buttons on the stereo he found a track to his liking and pressed play. As the music started, he glided across the floor to the front center of the room ending with a spin. He rolled his hips sexily, pounding his fists on his thighs. His facial expression only added to the scene because he was in full concentration, biting his lip while continuing to grind. He worked with various body rolls and different positions. He was on his knees leaning backwards constantly rolling the upper part of his body, thrusting his hips, when he pulled the front part of his shirt behind his head exposing a lovely set of abs paired with the perfect tan. It was beautiful to say the least.
After enchanting the class, he came to an abrupt stop and asked, “Is that what you wanted.” The class erupted into whoops and cheers. “Good, now get lost,” he joked waving us away. The class groaned in unison except for one. “Joon can you stay back for a moment?” Jihoon added as we all stood to exit the room.
“We’ll wait for you outside if you want?” Hyunseung offered, but Joon declined.
“Don’t worry boys. I’ll take good care of Joonie.” He placed his arm around Joon’s shoulders and pulled him away from the group teasing him with a headlock and knuckle rub to the skull. Joon complained but barely fought against his uncle’s actions. It all seemed completely normal anyways.
Once out of the studio, Key began ranting about the incident with the cute blond Sungjong. “Did you see him? Who does he think he is? I’m not going to let him get away with trying to steal my image.”
Hyunseung and I followed him silently, rolling our eyes at his ridiculousness. This was another situation when it was simply best for neither of us to say anything to Key. As he continued his stream of thoughts, I grabbed his hand and led him back towards our room since class let out at ten and we both had three hours before our next class. I would simply have to come up with something to calm him down before we make it to our afternoon schedule.
We parted with Hyunseung as he bid us goodbye while typing on his phone. He was probably messaging Junhyung to find out where he was located. Much like Key and I, those two were practically inseparable last year. Neither of them liked waking up early either. These small facts only made me more curious as to why Hyunseung was taking a morning dance class without Junhyung. There was one offered in the afternoon and Junhyung had always been interested in dance. Maybe he already took the class or maybe like Key, Hyunseung wanted to distance himself from Junhyung.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t have time to worry about it now because Key was becoming more and more persistent for me to react to his ramblings. When it seemed like he had exhausted every last complaint he could possibly think of, I stopped him by tugging on his hand. His complaints now turned to me being annoying and not caring about him enough.
Smiling, I closed the gap between us giving him a breathtaking kiss. My hand rested on his neck as we pulled apart and I reassured him that he was still the best, cutest, and sexiest dancer around. He chuckled regaining his confidence and giving me a quick peck on the lips. “You’re right. I have nothing to worry about.”
Luckily for me, he was quickly appeased by my actions and words, but I knew next time it might not be so simple.
Sunggyu’s CAM:
Woohyun woke me up this morning by singing in the shower. It’s not exactly a bad way to start the day, but I had planned on using the extra hour I had for sleep. He signed up for Teasing 101 at ten, while my first class Phone Sex 101 didn’t begin until eleven.
Since I was already awake, I decided to surprise him by stepping into the bathroom and stripping down before slipping into the shower behind him. I picked the opportune moment because he was rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, eyes closed and bubbles running down his body. It was definitely a sight to behold. Upon feeling my presence, he peeked through one eye and jerked back shocked. I laughed and caught him before he could slip on the slicked bathtub.
Finally rinsing his hair clean, he wiped his face clearing off the water and smacked my arm exclaiming, “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Laughing I pushed him away from the shower of water to dampen my skin. I turned to face the stream as he lathered a rag and began scrubbing my back. His hands trailed around embracing me while soaping up the front of my body traveling gradually lower. I sighed at his touches, but frowned and moved away before he could decide to go further.
“We aren’t going to do that this morning,” I stated, turning around to face him.
His eyes fell to my chest. I watched as his gaze lowered and he bit his lip in a wanting pout. “Why are you such a tease?” he whined.
“What can I say, I had a great teacher. Professor Kwon definitely knows what he’s talking about. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two this semester,” I joked.
“I will,” he proclaimed. “And after this semester I’ll be the one driving you crazy.”
Smirking I pushed his against the wall and hovered close enough for our lips to barely touch. “You already drive me crazy honey.” I licked his lip in another teasing moment before turning back to the water and rinsing myself off before grabbing the shampoo.
“It’s too early for this,” he groaned dropping the rag with a plop and exiting the shower. “You’re too much sometimes Gyu. I mean it, I’m going to end up raping you.”
I poked my head past the curtain and watched him dry off. “Sorry about that, but I just wanted to get even with you for waking me up early.” Closing the curtain, I returned to washing my hair. “I love you,” I called out.
“Love you too,” he replied in a strained voice, probably trying not to curse me for giving him a hard on and doing nothing about it. I could hear him mumbling as he jerked himself off before I get out the shower.
Silently I promised I would make it up to him later. I know he struggles because of me, but I don’t want to base our relationship on what happens between the sheets. Maybe it’s my own insecurities, but I want to know he likes me for more than what I can give him in bed. It’s moments like now and what happened the other night that I realize he actually tries really hard to prove he loves me the way I love him.
I tried not to get out of the shower until I heard him leave the bathroom. I didn’t want to tempt him again by stepping out stark naked and dripping wet. Drying off, I slipped my nightclothes back on and made my way into the bedroom. He was still half naked, only sporting a pair of skinny jeans. After scanning the small amount of clothes he brought to my room, he chose a black low-cut shirt that showed off just the right amount of chest.
Moving to his side to choose my own clothes, I placed my arm around his shoulders and ran my fingertips over the exposed skin. “I would say you’re already starting off in the right direction when it comes to teasing me. You know I love it when you wear shirts like this.”
He grinned placing his hand over mine and pulling it away from his body. “You can only look. No touching,” he ordered. He glanced to the clock on the nightstand. “I really need to get going,” he sighed.
Before he could move, I pecked his cheek. “I’ll call you after my class so we can grab lunch together.” He nodded and grabbed his bag leaving the room quickly. I know it’s mean but I like when he gets flustered.
Considering I had an hour to wait before class, I raided the mini fridge for some juice to replace the breakfast I skipped before actually deciding on an outfit to wear. I hooked up my MP3 player to listen to some music to pass the time. Eventually, I was off to my first class with Professor Choi Siwon. He was known to be a smooth talker, which made him the perfect educator for Phone Sex 101. He gave us a simple introduction about the power of one’s voice, controlling inflection and resonance, while using it as a persuasive tool. Personally, I think he could talk the clothes off a nun if he wanted to. Not that I think he would though.
He let us out with time to spare, so I met up with Woohyun for a quick lunch before our class at one. We decided to sign up for two classes together. He was taking some that I had already experience in previous years, but we still wanted to share a few. One class we decided upon was Gym Training on Tuesday and Thursday. The other was Kama Sutra, three days a week. Professor Choi DongWook taught the class. He was given the nickname Seven or Se7en by many of the students because there was a rumor going around some years ago that said he could please at least seven people before getting off himself. I say at least seven because another rumor says he topped out at pleasing twelve guys. By pleasing them, I mean actually fucking them not giving oral or any other method. He apparently knows how to find someone’s g-spot and work it.
There are also rumors floating around that he’s been with every professor on board. There is another saying he’s already married, but his wife lets him keep this job because she doesn’t mind how he flirts with men. Honestly, the last one simply sounds ridiculous to me, but most rumors start with an ounce of truth. I don’t want to speculate anything, but one look at the man and anyone could see that he is a walking sexual deviant that anyone man or woman would love to end up with.
Woohyun and I entered the small room decorated with rows of comfortable chairs and various tables. The interior of the room was a simple dark red. The lighting was dimmed and a screen was pulled down waiting for an image to be projected on it. As everyone took a seat, Professor Choi closed the door cutting off the supply of light from the hall creating an even darker atmosphere. He walked to the front of the room giving everyone a smile.
“I checked the roster as everyone entered. Since all of you are upper classmen I have already been acquainted with each of you. Welcome to Kama Sutra. I suspect each of you know what this class is about, but just incase I will spell it out for you.” He paused glancing around the room. “This class will be covering a multitude of sexual positions that each come with their own benefits. Some positions are more difficult than others. Some require stamina and strength, others flexibility.” He gave the class a one over.
“I recommended anyone interested in this class to sign up with a partner. It is not a requirement, but it is helpful to be comfortable with the person you are paired with. Will everyone with a partner please holds hands and raise them so that I can make sure everyone is paired with someone else.”
Naturally Woohyun and I linked hands and raised them for the professor to count. I took the opportunity to glance around the room and noticed Junhyung and Hyunseung sitting at the other end of our row. I nudged Woohyun to get his attention and pointed them out. He grinned and shook his head in response.
The professor clapped a few times. “Good, good. Everyone already has a partner. Why don’t we go ahead and get started.” He moved to the side of the room and perched in a high back cushioned chair like those kind you see swanky headmasters sitting in. He picked up a remote and pointed it to the back of the room. “Today I’m going to show a video compilation of the different positions we will be learning about this year.”
He clicked play, the screen lit up, and a word flashed across the bottom. “Beginner.” I guess each position was labeled based on difficultly. The first to be shown was the well-known Missionary position. The next one was called the Elephant, which consisted of receiver lying on his stomach and the giver simply straddling him from behind. The movie continued on. The sound of moans, groans, and pants filled the room through the speakers. I could already feel myself getting hot from the show. Everyone else in the class was beginning to fidget as well. I’m sure a couple started giving themselves hand jobs by the middle of the movie.
Woohyun wasn’t immune to the basic porn show either. I could see his slowly inching towards his privates. I took his wandering hand in mine to keep him from touching himself. He gave me a heated look before returning his eyes to the screen and watching two people demonstrate a move called the Swing. The giver is lying back while the receiver is sitting with his back to his partner while riding his mate. I honestly couldn’t wait to try out each and every one of these positions with Woohyun. At the moment, I could care less which position we did as long as we could get out of this stuffy room and back to mine because the scenes and noises were making these skinny jeans extremely uncomfortable and I was ready to continue what Woohyun and I started in the shower this morning.
The video finally ended and the professor stood up once more eyeing the class. “Seems like we have our work cut out for us this semester. I hope none of you are ashamed of performing in front of class or myself at some point. This is not a class for shy people. Think about it before you show up on Wednesday.” He kept the lights dim and walked to the door, opening it to fill the room with a stream of light. “You are all dismissed.”
A few couples rushed out of the room quickly. I grabbed Woohyun’s hand and led him out behind Junhyung and Hyunseung. The latter of the two turned and spotted us tapping his lover on the shoulder. “Well look who decided to take a big boy class,” Junhyung teased.
“Stop it,” Hyunseung hissed. “Are you two as excited as I am for this class? Not only is the topic perfect, but so is the professor. I wonder if we will get to see him give a demonstration.”
Junhyung glared towards Hyunseung in disapproval. He wrapped his arm around his lover’s thin waist and turned quickly. “I guess I will have to teach you a lesson for fantasizing about other men again.”
“We’ve already done the Yin and Yang position. Can we try the Reed position? That looked like fun,” Hyunseung chirped only egging Junhyung on further. I couldn’t remember exactly what position he was referring to and I didn’t really want to imagine them in it anyways.
Woohyung coughed at my side, squeezing my hand to get my attention. He looked down and grinned. “Do you plan on doing something about this or do I have to do it myself?”
Smirking, I pulled him down the hall. Luckily we were only three floors down from my deck. It didn’t take long to get into my room closing us off from everyone else. Woohyung showed his excitement at my willingness to play along by pushing me against the wall attacking me with his lips as soon as I closed the door. This excitement only played along with my rising desire to get him into bed.
He unbuttoned my shirt as his lips trailed down my neck sending shivers across my spine. Tugging he only got the shirt to my elbows because I had my hands wrapped securely around his waist. This left my shoulders exposed with the simple tank top I was wearing underneath my shirt. His lips trailed across my warm flesh as one hand slid between us palming my encased erection, clearly showing he wanted more.
Using just enough strength, I walked him backwards to the bed. He sat on the edge running his hands along my hips, undoing my belt and pants. He tugged them down to my knees palming me through my boxer-briefs. “I should get you to watch porn more often if this is what it does to you,” he chuckled.
Before I knew it, he had me in his mouth, working me with his tongue, lips, and teeth. He knew when to lick, nibble, fondle, and suck at all the right times. Before he could push me too far, I pulled back tilting his head up and catching his now red lips with my own. In the process, I pulled my button up off the rest of the way and shimmed out of my pants, kicking them across the floor. My hand trailed down his torso until I my fingers met the top of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them.
Pushing him back on the bed, he shifted his hips up so I could release him from his tight fitted dark jeans. Once they were off, he used his foot to hook behind my thigh and pull me forward with his leg giggling in the process. Planting my hands on either side of his body, I leaned in for another kiss only to pull back while biting his bottom lip. He moaned in response as I discarded his underwear next.
I kneeled at the edge of the bed, running my hands over his thighs before rubbing his cock. He always liked the extra touches and teasing or he wouldn’t have been able to put up with waiting for me for so long. Woohyun ran his fingers through my hair, guiding me towards erection. I gave in licking the tip before planting kisses around the crown. He shuddered at the gentle touches, but the grip on my hair told me he wanted more. So I gave him more. I took him in halfway, running my tongue along the shaft before sucking and bobbing up and down.
His legs clamped around my sides as I continued my maneuvers. He laid back enjoying it all. I could feel him tensing beneath me the more I worked and the further I took him in. Giving him a final lick, I stopped and stood up to hover over him seductively asking, “Would you like top or bottom?”
It was always a question between us because frankly we both enjoyed it all. Granted that the bottom took some getting used to, but with the right partner and trust it can be an amazing experience.
He blushed at the question and responded shyly with one simple word. “Bottom.”
Giving him a kiss on the forehead I moved the nightstand as he shifted upwards on the bed. Taking out a small red bottle of lube, I turned to face him. “Can you grab a condom too?” I was surprised at his request because we rarely ever use condoms. He saw my confusion and explained. “I have a class later and it’s uncomfortable if I’m leaking out the ass.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his explanation. I closed the drawer without grabbing a condom and crawled onto the bed. “You sure have a way with words.” I paused to trace my fingers across his cheek. “If you don’t want me to release inside you, then I can always pull out.”
His eyebrows furrowed as he stared me down. “I know how you are. When you get into it, there really is no stopping you.”
He was right about that. I do lose control sometimes, but I shook my head adamantly. “I promise I will pull out, okay?”
Ready to move on from this, he agreed and let me begin to prepare him. His legs spread wide giving me room to situate myself between them comfortably. Lubing my fingers, I ran my left hand under his shirt across his sculpted abs as I began to penetrate him with one digit. He relaxed at my touches and opened up for me. He began teasing his nipples through his low-cut shirt when I attempted a second finger.
The suction increased on my fingers and he wiggled before me. Using my other hand, I used lube to slick his erection pumping him as I entered another finger into his tight entrance. He moved between the plains of pain and pleasure. Small moans escaped his throat begging for more. The sight of his shirt askew exposing his shoulder and abs, his face flushed, and his hurried breathing was enough to push me further.
Slowly I pulled my fingers out caressing his thigh. “Are you ready?” I whispered breathily.
He bit his lip taking a deep breath to relax himself as I pushed forward, releasing the air slowly. I was halfway in before he clutched my thigh silently asking me to stop. I paused taking his hand in mine waiting for him to relax. He closed his eyes and shifted down between my legs taking it upon himself to get me the rest of the way in.
Rolling my hips in a small circle, Woohyun sighed beneath me. This was the sign I needed in order to do more. The first time pushing in and pulling out was always one of my favorite parts. The intensity of the action, becoming so close and connected to someone in such an intimate way was a mind-blowing feeling I couldn’t get enough of, not to mention being able to reconnect with the person I love the most after being separated for a period of time.
The slow rhythm we started with picked up momentum as he loosened up. His legs wrapped around me, pulling me close restricting my movements after I started pounding into him. His breath hitched as his arms pulled me close for a kiss. The warmth of his pants brushed across my lips.
“Slow down,” he breathed into my ear as he clung to me.
I smirked. “Normally you tell me to go faster.”
His lips brushed against my shoulder as he ran his hands beneath my tank top. “It’s been a while,” he stated. “I want to enjoy this.”
Titling my head I began to savor the skin at his neck and started rocking my hips slowly in the confined barrier he kept me in. My hands traced up and down his sides, reestablishing themselves with every contour of his body. We molded together, grinding into one another creating intense friction between our bodies. I could feel him tensing up beneath me, holding on tighter as he was about to release. Remembering his request, I tried to pull away. Any moment now and I was going to release along with him. “Woohyun?” I panted. “I’m going to…”
His fingers gripped my back, pulling at the skin as he released between us. His thighs clamped around my waist. I tried not to orgasm, but he wasn’t making things easy. “Woohyun?” I called out again. “Let go.”
His hips rocked into me. He was riding out his high, torturing me until I couldn’t take it anymore and released inside of him. Panting into his neck, I trailed kisses across his perspiring skin. He pushed me away irritated, finally able to realize what happened. “You promised,” he whined.
“I tried to tell you,” I countered. “You were the one who wouldn’t let go and I didn’t want to screw up your high.”
“If only you had agreed to wear a condom,” he complained. Looking down he spotted the stains on his shirt. “And my favorite shirt is ruined too.”
Grabbing his hands, I forced them above his head while hovering close to his face. “I can always buy you another shirt.” I pecked his lips. “And you can deal with the other problem later.” I gave him another kiss, licking and sucking at his bottom lip. “But right now, I would like to go another round.”
He grinned pulling out of my grip and rolling us over. “Fine, but I get to top this time.” He dove in for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth before I could respond. It was going to an interesting second round considering his slight irritation towards me. But it’s not my fault he decided to do the Octopus on me, making sure I had no way to pull out. I wonder what move we’ll try this time.
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A/N: So yeah...I had to do some research for that Kama Sutra class. I find it amusing that I used the Yin and Yang position for JunSeung in Episode 2 and described their characters as being like yin and yang. What a silly coincidence. Ignore Jae being silly.
What do you think of the other professor? ^_^