Please Teacher - 30_lemons #16
Title: Please Teacher
Pairing: Fuji Yuuta x Mizuki Hajime
Theme: #16 - The Classroom, or, "Teacher Hit Me With a Ruler."
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yuuta is hot for teacher.
Feedback is loved. ♥ Pointing out of typos is appreciated.
Previous lemons in the series are over yonder.
pimped @ 30_lemons, _yummi, tenipuri_yaoi
Please Teacher
“Mizuki-sensei,” Yuuta whispered the name to himself, raptly observing the slim figure as it walked past the campus gates. It kept happening without him realizing it; one moment Yuuta would be walking to or from class or the library or somewhere, minding his own business, and then he would spot Mizuki-sensei - sometimes walking toward his little home just off-campus, sometimes walking to a class or a meeting or to lunch. Suddenly, Yuuta would find himself following, creeping about behind trees and the corners of buildings. He couldn’t explain why or how, just that he had to, and this was now, in the span of two weeks, the sixth time he had done so.
In all honesty, one couldn’t not notice Mizuki-sensei. Graduate student from Tokyo University, expert in foreign languages, all the students liked having a teacher so close to them in age. But even besides that, he was a presence; handsome and elegant, impeccably dressed, a warm smile and a warmer voice that could either lull you into sleep or inflame your desire to learn, given its use.
Yuuta was patently convinced he was in love. Needless to say, his idea of “love” was hasty and immature, but it was love in the mind of one emotionally undernourished, sexually inexperienced, sensitive yet lust-driven young man.
Yuuta had never cared much for any language besides his own before Mizuki-sensei showed up, but now he was learning English, French, and Spanish with all the fervor, passion, and intense concentration that teachers see in very few students throughout their academic lives. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that he did not take to the subject easily; unfortunate because it was simply frustrating, but fortunate because it meant more time spent with Mizuki-sensei for extra help.
He cursed under his breath when he noticed Mizuki-sensei was heading home rather than anywhere on campus. Now there would be no chance to “accidentally” run into him and ask him for help with something. Still, Yuuta found he couldn’t help himself from following further. There was an excitement in following his sensei, and it made his heart race and his temples sweat with each quiet footfall. It was an addiction almost, something he relished although knowing full well how odd and just plain wrong it was to do it. Mizuki-sensei’s retreating figure was like a drug, and the closer he could get without being noticed, the better the thrill felt shooting through his veins.
Just a few steps closer, behind that big oak tree. Hurry, he’s leaving the campus. Yuuta crept to the gate, debating whether to keep going; he usually stopped and headed back to wherever at this point, but he was feeling lucky, or was it just brave today, and before he had even realized what he was doing he took a few steps through the metal gate. It was an odd time, most students were in classes, and the area was totally empty except for Yuuta and the walking figure of Mizuki-sensei. Yuuta panicked momentarily, but pushed himself forward, and he was so caught up he didn’t even watch where he was going. He stepped on a branch, gasping as the snap of the wood sounded loudly in the quiet air, causing Mizuki-sensei to turn in question.
“Yuuta-kun?”
Yuuta stopped dead, heart skipping a beat as Mizuki-sensei’s voice called out to him. He stood paralyzed, afraid to breathe, as Mizuki-sensei turned and began walking back toward him. Oh shit he’d gotten caught. Oh shit he had absolutely no idea what to say for himself.
“Is something wrong, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki-sensei stepped close, smelling sweetly of cherries and honeydew, and peered into his face.
“I, um, no,” Yuuta emitted three syllables in three short breaths. “I was just- I mean- um-”
Mizuki-sensei laughed softly. “Hmm, you have been following me, haven’t you? How cute.”
Functions ceased, including all activity of the heart and brain for a few painful seconds. Yuuta went as a red as a cherry, his face an expression of utmost bewilderment. But Mizuki-sensei just laughed again.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I had a feeling your interests lied beyond the realm of language, Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki-sensei teased with an amused grin. “Were you interested in some help, or were you looking for something else?”
Yuuta swallowed nervously. Something else? What did that mean? “I, um . . .” he fumbled, not sure what to say.
Mizuki-sensei smiled almost predatorily. “Would you like to come back to my place?”
Yuuta gaped for a moment, then closed his mouth quickly, feeling dumb. “I, ah, don’t have my books with me.”
“Oh? Well we can find other ways to entertain ourselves, I’m sure. Have you eaten dinner?”
Yuuta shook his head, almost unwilling to believe what was happening. ‘Other ways to entertain ourselves’? Had he heard that correctly? “Yeah,” he answered, unthinking. “I mean, no! No, I haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
“Would you like to eat dinner with me, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki-sensei drawled out his name like it was something to be savored, all the while leering at him in a way that made Yuuta shiver.
“Sure,” Yuuta answered with a swallow, silently thanking god and whatever other deities were undoubtedly looking over him right then.
Although small and somewhat dumpy on the outside, Mizuki-sensei’s home was warm, comfy, and classy on the inside. Yuuta settled down on a particularly soft and fluffy couch, sinking into the cushion with a pleasured sigh as Mizuki went to put dinner together in his kitchen. The room was something like a library/sitting room, bedecked with bookshelves, couches, coffee tables, and lamps. The sun was setting outside, and the soft lamplight was soothing in how it reflected off the polished wood floors. Light classical music, mostly piano, played in the background, and after a while a delicious smell began filling the air, undoubtedly whatever Mizuki-sensei was cooking.
Yuuta wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Mizuki-sensei came in carrying a tray of food. Yuuta noticed the wine bottle immediately and began feeling nervous. He’d never been very good at handling alcohol, but he found he couldn’t protest as Mizuki-sensei poured him a glass. Especially when said sensei had sat himself right beside him, leg grazed against his own as he leaned over the low table to pour.
It had taken a good meal, two glasses of wine, and a good hour of Mizuki-sensei rubbing casually against his side before Yuuta’s inhibitions began to wear down.
“Do you have a girlfriend, sensei?” Yuuta knew his sober self would have been horrified at the question.
Mizuki-sensei chuckled and poured him another glass. “No, I don’t.”
Yuuta took a big sip, moaning a little at how good it felt sliding over his tongue. “Boyfriend?”
Mizuki-sensei raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Not since I moved out here.”
“Ah.” Yuuta nodded like the statement made sense. He could feel Mizuki-sensei watching him. He laid back against the couch casually, spreading his legs a bit so that his right one would touch against sensei’s. He stretched his arms above his head, careful not to spill the wine in his hand (this couch did look a bit expensive) and rested his free one across the couch’s back. To his utter delight, Mizuki-sensei followed suit and leaned back as well, sinking into the cushions beside him and turning just a little to his side to face Yuuta.
“And you, Yuuta-kun? Do you have anyone special?” Mizuki-sensei ran a finger experimentally up Yuuta’s leg. Yuuta fought back a shiver, watching the finger intensely as it reached his belt and pulled away, much to his disappointment. It took him a moment to remember he’d just been asked a question.
“Me? No. No one in particular.” He feigned indifference, hoping that the blush on his face would be attributed to the alcohol. Mizuki-sensei laughed softly under his breath, and Yuuta looked away, chugging the last of his wine and sitting forward to place the glass on the table. As he sat back, he felt Mizuki-sensei was closer this time, almost snuggling into his side. The wine was making his head spin, he knew he wasn’t thinking clearly at all, which just made it easier to do what he did next. He reached a hand up and touched his sensei’s hair - something he, oddly enough, had been wanting to do since he’d first laid eyes on him.
“So soft,” he observed out loud. “I’d always wondered.” Mizuki-sensei just watched him quietly, not pushing him away, so Yuuta felt braver, and ran his hand through it. A few strokes and his hand dared to touch the head beneath, and Mizuki-sensei purred, leaning into his touch with a pleased smile as Yuuta rubbed his fingers over his scalp again, eventually turning the motion into something like a head massage. After a few minutes, Yuuta began to feel awkward and went to pull away, only to have Mizuki-sensei grab onto his wrist and hold it to his cheek.
“Don’t leave.” The order came out more like a question, softly and almost hopeful from Mizuki-sensei’s lips.
Yuuta felt a wave of adrenaline push through his bloodstream, making him feel high. “I’m not going anywhere.” He ran a thumb over Mizuki-sensei’s cheekbone, soft and warm under his touch. Mizuki-sensei pushed himself up and regarded him for a second before leaning over and twining his arms around Yuuta’s neck and leaning in close, so close his breath flowed hot and damp over Yuuta’s face. Yuuta swallowed, amazement, lust, and hesitance waging a battle within him. “Mizuki-sensei . . .” he began in awe, but didn’t know what to say. Mizuki-sensei tilted his head as if about to kiss him, and Yuuta gave in, wrapping his own arms around the lithe form and pulling the somewhat-smaller body onto his lap.
“Just Mizuki,” Mizuki-sensei - Mizuki - whispered before his lips closed over Yuuta’s.
Mizuki was soft and warm, tasting like the wine Yuuta knew he must taste of himself, and smelling faintly like fruit, the mix of cherries and honeydew Yuuta had detected earlier. Yuuta’s arms pulled him tighter, deepening the kiss as much as was possible. He knew from experience he was a good kisser, and attempted to reduce Mizuki into awe with enthusiastic and skillful movements of his lips, tongue, and just a little teeth. He lured Mizuki’s tongue into his mouth and massaged it with his own. Mizuki pulled back, gasping for air, but Yuuta wouldn’t relent, licking along his lips in a circle and nibbling gently on the soft flesh.
He was growing harder by the moment, and he felt Mizuki’s own hardness press between them. Latching onto the pouty bottom lip with his teeth and grasping at the strong plane of the back beneath his hands, Yuuta rolled his hips up in a circle, grinding his erection between Mizuki’s legs. Mizuki gasped, then whimpered, tightening his grip on Yuuta’s shoulders and rolling his hips back. Mizuki’s head tipped back as if overwhelmed with pleasure, and Yuuta took the opportunity to taste the skin of his neck, soft and sweet beneath his mouth. Their hips moved in a slow, circular dance against one another, and Yuuta’s hands massaged Mizuki’s back as his mouth ravaged his neck.
“Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki’s head came down to rest against Yuuta’s shoulder, mouth breathing against his ear as he spoke. Yuuta relented his intense behavior, stilling his hips and rubbing his back soothingly. After a minute, Mizuki sat back and looked into his face. “What do you think of me?”
Yuuta blinked, thrown off guard. One of his hands rubbed down Mizuki’s arms gently, and slipped up under the fabric, caressing the bare skin of his upper arm. “What do I think?” He considered, frowning slightly. “I think . . . you’re kind. And smart. And . . . a good teacher and a good cook. And you’re um . . . sexy.” He blushed a bit, but then thought better of himself. There was no embarrassment in telling someone you just made out with they were sexy. Even if he was your teacher. “Very sexy.”
The answer seemed to please Mizuki, who leaned back down for another kiss, holding his lips directly over Yuuta’s and allowing him to initiate. Yuuta did gladly, pulling him into a kiss twice as intense as before, hungry and needy and a bit sloppy, but undeniably hot and arousing. After a few minutes, Mizuki had to put a hand over his mouth to stop him, he was so into it.
Mizuki gazed at him, eyes fiery with arousal but with a hint of contemplation that made Yuuta sit back and wait. After a minute, he spoke.
“Do you want me?” he asked, voice low and seductive.
Yuuta nodded numbly, wondering at the rather stupid question. Of course he wanted Mizuki-sensei. He thought that was obvious.
Mizuki leaned closer and ran his thumb over Yuuta’s lips. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
Yuuta sucked in a breath. Truthfully, he was expecting all of this to lead to . . . well, that, but to hear the question voiced utterly floored him. All he could do was nod in response and sneak a hand up the back of Mizuki’s shirt, marveling at the softness of his skin.
Mizuki pulled away, and for one horrible second Yuuta thought he had done the wrong thing, but quickly realized that Mizuki intended for him to follow . . . probably into his bedroom. Mizuki gave him a very, very seductive look over his shoulder before disappearing into an adjoining room. Yuuta rose from the couch, silently cheered with a grin and an arm pump, and followed.
Mizuki’s bed was even more luxurious than his couch; huge and soft, littered with cushions and pillows and topped with a thick satin bedspread that felt great against Yuuta’s bare skin. After much awkward, half-drunk and wholly-lustful fumbling, they had removed all of their clothes, and now Yuuta was poised above Mizuki, naked and hard and in so much awe over the situation he was almost afraid to move. Mizuki was likewise naked and hard beneath him, eyes darkened with desire and breath evident in the tiny gasps and short, quick movement of his chest. Mizuki’s arms hung around Yuuta’s neck, and they both kept perfectly still, as if mentally adjusting to the situation.
Yuuta allowed his eyes to take in the body beneath him. Mizuki was pale and thin, but soft, soft like velvet in the places where his clothing usually covered, especially the flat plane of his stomach. Yuuta’s free hand, the other being used to hold himself up, began to wander, gently caressing the soft skin indulgently. Mizuki shut his eyes and tipped his chin back, as if surrendering himself.
Yuuta’s eyes continued to wander, and he was suddenly overcome with the urge to taste as well as touch. He leaned down, hesitating only briefly before running his tongue up the center of Mizuki’s stomach and chest, stopping just below the collarbone. It tasted both good and like nothing at all, and Yuuta had to keep tasting, mouth moving over the soft torso more eagerly. The tip of his tongue rolled over one hard pink nipple, and Mizuki stiffened and moaned. Yuuta concentrated there, licking around it and sucking, loving the way it made Mizuki tremble and buck beneath him. He moved to the other one as his hand snuck between Mizuki’s legs, caressing the unbelievably soft skin of his inner thigh, softer than even his stomach.
“Yuuta,” his name was soft and breathy from Mizuki’s mouth as his finger rubbed gently into the curve between thigh and pubic bone. Yuuta’s mouth moved down, leaving a trail of soft kisses over the stomach until it came to Mizuki’s cock, hard and dripping at where it fell a little to the side. Yuuta paused for a few moments (he hadn’t ever done this before), and planted a soft kiss on the head.
Mizuki convulsed a little with a rather high-pitched whimper. “Oh god Yuuta . . .” he pleaded, but apparently couldn’t find the words to finish as Yuuta’s mouth wrapped around him.
Yuuta had only a few bad pornos to go by, and was both careful and experimental in his movements. He tried out different spots along the length, licking and stroking with lips, tongue, and hands. He pulled down the foreskin and sucked on the head, which Mizuki apparently really liked, as an abrupt buck of hips almost knocked the tip against Yuuta’s teeth. Yuuta found it actually somewhat fun, giving his first blowjob, discovering what felt good and what felt really good, and was slightly disappointed as Mizuki pushed his head away.
“S-ssstop,” Mizuki shuddered, as if unable to control himself. He ran a hand over Yuuta’s face and smiled at him. “Too soon. I want you inside me when I come.”
The declaration sent a shudder through Yuuta, this one of pure arousal, and he had to close his eyes at the onslaught of desire coursing through him. But then anxiety set in as the words sunk in a little further, and he opened his eyes, regarding Mizuki as if afraid. “Mizuki-sensei . . .”
Mizuki sat up and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush, you. I said Mizuki is fine. And don’t worry. First time?”
Yuuta blushed and nodded, looking away with a sulky expression.
“Hey, I said don’t worry, okay?” Mizuki’s hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look back at him. Yuuta relaxed at the sight of his warm, reassuring smile. “I promise it’s not too hard,” he teased and Yuuta smiled, feeling a little foolish.
“Here,” Mizuki pressed a bottle into his hand and laid back, shifting pillows beneath him to get comfortable. He seemingly found a good position and relaxed, spreading his legs wide and pulling his knees up. “Use your fingers first. One at a time.”
Although nervous beyond belief, Yuuta wasn’t so stupid that he couldn’t figure the rest out. He went slowly, careful despite his somewhat-shaky hands. Mizuki directed him, but not overmuch, giving him soft, pleasured demands of “more” and “faster” every so often. Soon, he had three fingers inside and Mizuki was moving back against him, as if urging him deeper, and gave in with a breathy plea. “Yuuta, please . . . inside me. I need you inside me.”
Understanding full well that Mizuki wasn’t referring to just his fingers, Yuuta slicked himself up anxiously and settled between Mizuki. He leaned over him, wiping his hands on the bedspread and looking questioningly into Mizuki’s face, unsure. Mizuki wrapped his legs around him, and the heels of his feet dug into Yuuta’s back as he pushed Yuuta inside.
Yuuta paused and choked down a groan, overcome with the intense pressure. It faded a little with each tiny thrust of his hips forward, pushing slowly as the tight heat gave way to his intruding cock. His balls finally rested against Mizuki’s ass, and he shuddered to a stop, falling forward for a moment and burying his head into the pillow beside Mizuki.
“You okay?” Mizuki queried, rubbing a hand sweetly over his back. Yuuta lifted himself back up after a moment and was then face-to-face with Mizuki. They were both breathing heavily, and they were both trembling with held-back pleasure, and Yuuta thought Mizuki-sensei looked so incredibly edible right then he almost laughed with the thought. To hide his smile, he closed the tiny space between them and kissed him, then began moving his hips.
They kissed for a few minutes, but eventually had to break away, the exertion of their bodies making it difficult to breathe, never mind hold their lips together. Mizuki stretched, writhed, and contorted beneath him, urging Yuuta on and on with begging little moans. Yuuta began moving on instinct, driving faster and harder and deeper with each thrust of his hips. Mizuki grabbed onto his shoulders as if to sit up, and Yuuta understood easily, sitting back himself and allowing Mizuki to settle on his lap. Mizuki’s tight body wrapped around his cock, and Yuuta choked at the increase in pressure as well as pleasure. Mizuki began moving up and down, thrusting himself down onto Yuuta, and Yuuta responded in kind.
It was hotter and wilder and more intense than anything Yuuta had ever dreamed. Mizuki was in his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him tightly and fucking himself on Yuuta’s cock, and Yuuta’s held him just as tightly, fucking him back with even harder movements of his hips. It wasn’t too long before he felt his orgasm approach, and cried out softly as pleasure ripped through him in a sharp wave. He felt himself come inside of Mizuki, and noticed with a moan as Mizuki followed him not five seconds later, letting out a loud whimper and shooting come between their bodies. They continued with their movements for about ten or so seconds before they both rolled over, collapsing in exhaustion. Yuuta extracted himself carefully from Mizuki’s body, and moaned at the sight of his semen spilling out of his ass. He fell beside Mizuki with an exhausted sigh, and allowed his sensei to crawl into his arms, holding him obligingly against his chest.
They were sticky against one another, but Yuuta couldn’t care less, and fondly ran a hand through his hair as the afterglow set in, making him happy and light-headed. Mizuki purred and snuggled closer, and Yuuta spread his legs so Mizuki could settle between them comfortably.
“Mmm, Yuuta-kun,” he moaned happily against Yuuta’s chest. “You should follow me home everyday.”
Yuuta grinned at the thought. “Then I might not get any homework done, sensei.”
Mizuki chuckled against him. “If you keep calling me sensei in bed I’m going to begin thinking it’s kinky.”
Yuuta laughed. “Maybe it is.” He slid himself down a little, pulled Mizuki’s face to his, and kissed him, short and sweetly. “If I follow you home everyday, does that mean you’ll keep me?”
Mizuki grinned and laid his head back down. “I don’t know - do I have to feed you?”
“Mmmaybe.”
“If the school finds out, I’ll get fired you know.”
Well, that effectively sobered the situation. Yuuta tensed, all light-heartedness gone. “I . . . I’m sorry, I-”
Mizuki silenced him with a kiss and pulled away. “Sorry. I ruined the mood.” He kissed along Yuuta’s face softly, apologetically. “Let’s not worry about that right now. We’ll figure something out.”
Yuuta relaxed beneath Mizuki’s ministrations and sighed in contentment, eventually kissing back.
“Now,” Mizuki broke away, sitting up abruptly. “Did you study for tomorrow’s quiz?”
Yuuta blinked, blinked again, then groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. Screwing sensei apparently had some disadvantages.
~FIN~
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Pairing: Fuji Yuuta x Mizuki Hajime
Theme: #16 - The Classroom, or, "Teacher Hit Me With a Ruler."
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yuuta is hot for teacher.
Feedback is loved. ♥ Pointing out of typos is appreciated.
Previous lemons in the series are over yonder.
pimped @ 30_lemons, _yummi, tenipuri_yaoi
Please Teacher
“Mizuki-sensei,” Yuuta whispered the name to himself, raptly observing the slim figure as it walked past the campus gates. It kept happening without him realizing it; one moment Yuuta would be walking to or from class or the library or somewhere, minding his own business, and then he would spot Mizuki-sensei - sometimes walking toward his little home just off-campus, sometimes walking to a class or a meeting or to lunch. Suddenly, Yuuta would find himself following, creeping about behind trees and the corners of buildings. He couldn’t explain why or how, just that he had to, and this was now, in the span of two weeks, the sixth time he had done so.
In all honesty, one couldn’t not notice Mizuki-sensei. Graduate student from Tokyo University, expert in foreign languages, all the students liked having a teacher so close to them in age. But even besides that, he was a presence; handsome and elegant, impeccably dressed, a warm smile and a warmer voice that could either lull you into sleep or inflame your desire to learn, given its use.
Yuuta was patently convinced he was in love. Needless to say, his idea of “love” was hasty and immature, but it was love in the mind of one emotionally undernourished, sexually inexperienced, sensitive yet lust-driven young man.
Yuuta had never cared much for any language besides his own before Mizuki-sensei showed up, but now he was learning English, French, and Spanish with all the fervor, passion, and intense concentration that teachers see in very few students throughout their academic lives. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that he did not take to the subject easily; unfortunate because it was simply frustrating, but fortunate because it meant more time spent with Mizuki-sensei for extra help.
He cursed under his breath when he noticed Mizuki-sensei was heading home rather than anywhere on campus. Now there would be no chance to “accidentally” run into him and ask him for help with something. Still, Yuuta found he couldn’t help himself from following further. There was an excitement in following his sensei, and it made his heart race and his temples sweat with each quiet footfall. It was an addiction almost, something he relished although knowing full well how odd and just plain wrong it was to do it. Mizuki-sensei’s retreating figure was like a drug, and the closer he could get without being noticed, the better the thrill felt shooting through his veins.
Just a few steps closer, behind that big oak tree. Hurry, he’s leaving the campus. Yuuta crept to the gate, debating whether to keep going; he usually stopped and headed back to wherever at this point, but he was feeling lucky, or was it just brave today, and before he had even realized what he was doing he took a few steps through the metal gate. It was an odd time, most students were in classes, and the area was totally empty except for Yuuta and the walking figure of Mizuki-sensei. Yuuta panicked momentarily, but pushed himself forward, and he was so caught up he didn’t even watch where he was going. He stepped on a branch, gasping as the snap of the wood sounded loudly in the quiet air, causing Mizuki-sensei to turn in question.
“Yuuta-kun?”
Yuuta stopped dead, heart skipping a beat as Mizuki-sensei’s voice called out to him. He stood paralyzed, afraid to breathe, as Mizuki-sensei turned and began walking back toward him. Oh shit he’d gotten caught. Oh shit he had absolutely no idea what to say for himself.
“Is something wrong, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki-sensei stepped close, smelling sweetly of cherries and honeydew, and peered into his face.
“I, um, no,” Yuuta emitted three syllables in three short breaths. “I was just- I mean- um-”
Mizuki-sensei laughed softly. “Hmm, you have been following me, haven’t you? How cute.”
Functions ceased, including all activity of the heart and brain for a few painful seconds. Yuuta went as a red as a cherry, his face an expression of utmost bewilderment. But Mizuki-sensei just laughed again.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad. I had a feeling your interests lied beyond the realm of language, Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki-sensei teased with an amused grin. “Were you interested in some help, or were you looking for something else?”
Yuuta swallowed nervously. Something else? What did that mean? “I, um . . .” he fumbled, not sure what to say.
Mizuki-sensei smiled almost predatorily. “Would you like to come back to my place?”
Yuuta gaped for a moment, then closed his mouth quickly, feeling dumb. “I, ah, don’t have my books with me.”
“Oh? Well we can find other ways to entertain ourselves, I’m sure. Have you eaten dinner?”
Yuuta shook his head, almost unwilling to believe what was happening. ‘Other ways to entertain ourselves’? Had he heard that correctly? “Yeah,” he answered, unthinking. “I mean, no! No, I haven’t eaten dinner yet.”
“Would you like to eat dinner with me, Yuuta-kun?” Mizuki-sensei drawled out his name like it was something to be savored, all the while leering at him in a way that made Yuuta shiver.
“Sure,” Yuuta answered with a swallow, silently thanking god and whatever other deities were undoubtedly looking over him right then.
Although small and somewhat dumpy on the outside, Mizuki-sensei’s home was warm, comfy, and classy on the inside. Yuuta settled down on a particularly soft and fluffy couch, sinking into the cushion with a pleasured sigh as Mizuki went to put dinner together in his kitchen. The room was something like a library/sitting room, bedecked with bookshelves, couches, coffee tables, and lamps. The sun was setting outside, and the soft lamplight was soothing in how it reflected off the polished wood floors. Light classical music, mostly piano, played in the background, and after a while a delicious smell began filling the air, undoubtedly whatever Mizuki-sensei was cooking.
Yuuta wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Mizuki-sensei came in carrying a tray of food. Yuuta noticed the wine bottle immediately and began feeling nervous. He’d never been very good at handling alcohol, but he found he couldn’t protest as Mizuki-sensei poured him a glass. Especially when said sensei had sat himself right beside him, leg grazed against his own as he leaned over the low table to pour.
It had taken a good meal, two glasses of wine, and a good hour of Mizuki-sensei rubbing casually against his side before Yuuta’s inhibitions began to wear down.
“Do you have a girlfriend, sensei?” Yuuta knew his sober self would have been horrified at the question.
Mizuki-sensei chuckled and poured him another glass. “No, I don’t.”
Yuuta took a big sip, moaning a little at how good it felt sliding over his tongue. “Boyfriend?”
Mizuki-sensei raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Not since I moved out here.”
“Ah.” Yuuta nodded like the statement made sense. He could feel Mizuki-sensei watching him. He laid back against the couch casually, spreading his legs a bit so that his right one would touch against sensei’s. He stretched his arms above his head, careful not to spill the wine in his hand (this couch did look a bit expensive) and rested his free one across the couch’s back. To his utter delight, Mizuki-sensei followed suit and leaned back as well, sinking into the cushions beside him and turning just a little to his side to face Yuuta.
“And you, Yuuta-kun? Do you have anyone special?” Mizuki-sensei ran a finger experimentally up Yuuta’s leg. Yuuta fought back a shiver, watching the finger intensely as it reached his belt and pulled away, much to his disappointment. It took him a moment to remember he’d just been asked a question.
“Me? No. No one in particular.” He feigned indifference, hoping that the blush on his face would be attributed to the alcohol. Mizuki-sensei laughed softly under his breath, and Yuuta looked away, chugging the last of his wine and sitting forward to place the glass on the table. As he sat back, he felt Mizuki-sensei was closer this time, almost snuggling into his side. The wine was making his head spin, he knew he wasn’t thinking clearly at all, which just made it easier to do what he did next. He reached a hand up and touched his sensei’s hair - something he, oddly enough, had been wanting to do since he’d first laid eyes on him.
“So soft,” he observed out loud. “I’d always wondered.” Mizuki-sensei just watched him quietly, not pushing him away, so Yuuta felt braver, and ran his hand through it. A few strokes and his hand dared to touch the head beneath, and Mizuki-sensei purred, leaning into his touch with a pleased smile as Yuuta rubbed his fingers over his scalp again, eventually turning the motion into something like a head massage. After a few minutes, Yuuta began to feel awkward and went to pull away, only to have Mizuki-sensei grab onto his wrist and hold it to his cheek.
“Don’t leave.” The order came out more like a question, softly and almost hopeful from Mizuki-sensei’s lips.
Yuuta felt a wave of adrenaline push through his bloodstream, making him feel high. “I’m not going anywhere.” He ran a thumb over Mizuki-sensei’s cheekbone, soft and warm under his touch. Mizuki-sensei pushed himself up and regarded him for a second before leaning over and twining his arms around Yuuta’s neck and leaning in close, so close his breath flowed hot and damp over Yuuta’s face. Yuuta swallowed, amazement, lust, and hesitance waging a battle within him. “Mizuki-sensei . . .” he began in awe, but didn’t know what to say. Mizuki-sensei tilted his head as if about to kiss him, and Yuuta gave in, wrapping his own arms around the lithe form and pulling the somewhat-smaller body onto his lap.
“Just Mizuki,” Mizuki-sensei - Mizuki - whispered before his lips closed over Yuuta’s.
Mizuki was soft and warm, tasting like the wine Yuuta knew he must taste of himself, and smelling faintly like fruit, the mix of cherries and honeydew Yuuta had detected earlier. Yuuta’s arms pulled him tighter, deepening the kiss as much as was possible. He knew from experience he was a good kisser, and attempted to reduce Mizuki into awe with enthusiastic and skillful movements of his lips, tongue, and just a little teeth. He lured Mizuki’s tongue into his mouth and massaged it with his own. Mizuki pulled back, gasping for air, but Yuuta wouldn’t relent, licking along his lips in a circle and nibbling gently on the soft flesh.
He was growing harder by the moment, and he felt Mizuki’s own hardness press between them. Latching onto the pouty bottom lip with his teeth and grasping at the strong plane of the back beneath his hands, Yuuta rolled his hips up in a circle, grinding his erection between Mizuki’s legs. Mizuki gasped, then whimpered, tightening his grip on Yuuta’s shoulders and rolling his hips back. Mizuki’s head tipped back as if overwhelmed with pleasure, and Yuuta took the opportunity to taste the skin of his neck, soft and sweet beneath his mouth. Their hips moved in a slow, circular dance against one another, and Yuuta’s hands massaged Mizuki’s back as his mouth ravaged his neck.
“Yuuta-kun,” Mizuki’s head came down to rest against Yuuta’s shoulder, mouth breathing against his ear as he spoke. Yuuta relented his intense behavior, stilling his hips and rubbing his back soothingly. After a minute, Mizuki sat back and looked into his face. “What do you think of me?”
Yuuta blinked, thrown off guard. One of his hands rubbed down Mizuki’s arms gently, and slipped up under the fabric, caressing the bare skin of his upper arm. “What do I think?” He considered, frowning slightly. “I think . . . you’re kind. And smart. And . . . a good teacher and a good cook. And you’re um . . . sexy.” He blushed a bit, but then thought better of himself. There was no embarrassment in telling someone you just made out with they were sexy. Even if he was your teacher. “Very sexy.”
The answer seemed to please Mizuki, who leaned back down for another kiss, holding his lips directly over Yuuta’s and allowing him to initiate. Yuuta did gladly, pulling him into a kiss twice as intense as before, hungry and needy and a bit sloppy, but undeniably hot and arousing. After a few minutes, Mizuki had to put a hand over his mouth to stop him, he was so into it.
Mizuki gazed at him, eyes fiery with arousal but with a hint of contemplation that made Yuuta sit back and wait. After a minute, he spoke.
“Do you want me?” he asked, voice low and seductive.
Yuuta nodded numbly, wondering at the rather stupid question. Of course he wanted Mizuki-sensei. He thought that was obvious.
Mizuki leaned closer and ran his thumb over Yuuta’s lips. “Do you want to sleep with me?”
Yuuta sucked in a breath. Truthfully, he was expecting all of this to lead to . . . well, that, but to hear the question voiced utterly floored him. All he could do was nod in response and sneak a hand up the back of Mizuki’s shirt, marveling at the softness of his skin.
Mizuki pulled away, and for one horrible second Yuuta thought he had done the wrong thing, but quickly realized that Mizuki intended for him to follow . . . probably into his bedroom. Mizuki gave him a very, very seductive look over his shoulder before disappearing into an adjoining room. Yuuta rose from the couch, silently cheered with a grin and an arm pump, and followed.
Mizuki’s bed was even more luxurious than his couch; huge and soft, littered with cushions and pillows and topped with a thick satin bedspread that felt great against Yuuta’s bare skin. After much awkward, half-drunk and wholly-lustful fumbling, they had removed all of their clothes, and now Yuuta was poised above Mizuki, naked and hard and in so much awe over the situation he was almost afraid to move. Mizuki was likewise naked and hard beneath him, eyes darkened with desire and breath evident in the tiny gasps and short, quick movement of his chest. Mizuki’s arms hung around Yuuta’s neck, and they both kept perfectly still, as if mentally adjusting to the situation.
Yuuta allowed his eyes to take in the body beneath him. Mizuki was pale and thin, but soft, soft like velvet in the places where his clothing usually covered, especially the flat plane of his stomach. Yuuta’s free hand, the other being used to hold himself up, began to wander, gently caressing the soft skin indulgently. Mizuki shut his eyes and tipped his chin back, as if surrendering himself.
Yuuta’s eyes continued to wander, and he was suddenly overcome with the urge to taste as well as touch. He leaned down, hesitating only briefly before running his tongue up the center of Mizuki’s stomach and chest, stopping just below the collarbone. It tasted both good and like nothing at all, and Yuuta had to keep tasting, mouth moving over the soft torso more eagerly. The tip of his tongue rolled over one hard pink nipple, and Mizuki stiffened and moaned. Yuuta concentrated there, licking around it and sucking, loving the way it made Mizuki tremble and buck beneath him. He moved to the other one as his hand snuck between Mizuki’s legs, caressing the unbelievably soft skin of his inner thigh, softer than even his stomach.
“Yuuta,” his name was soft and breathy from Mizuki’s mouth as his finger rubbed gently into the curve between thigh and pubic bone. Yuuta’s mouth moved down, leaving a trail of soft kisses over the stomach until it came to Mizuki’s cock, hard and dripping at where it fell a little to the side. Yuuta paused for a few moments (he hadn’t ever done this before), and planted a soft kiss on the head.
Mizuki convulsed a little with a rather high-pitched whimper. “Oh god Yuuta . . .” he pleaded, but apparently couldn’t find the words to finish as Yuuta’s mouth wrapped around him.
Yuuta had only a few bad pornos to go by, and was both careful and experimental in his movements. He tried out different spots along the length, licking and stroking with lips, tongue, and hands. He pulled down the foreskin and sucked on the head, which Mizuki apparently really liked, as an abrupt buck of hips almost knocked the tip against Yuuta’s teeth. Yuuta found it actually somewhat fun, giving his first blowjob, discovering what felt good and what felt really good, and was slightly disappointed as Mizuki pushed his head away.
“S-ssstop,” Mizuki shuddered, as if unable to control himself. He ran a hand over Yuuta’s face and smiled at him. “Too soon. I want you inside me when I come.”
The declaration sent a shudder through Yuuta, this one of pure arousal, and he had to close his eyes at the onslaught of desire coursing through him. But then anxiety set in as the words sunk in a little further, and he opened his eyes, regarding Mizuki as if afraid. “Mizuki-sensei . . .”
Mizuki sat up and pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush, you. I said Mizuki is fine. And don’t worry. First time?”
Yuuta blushed and nodded, looking away with a sulky expression.
“Hey, I said don’t worry, okay?” Mizuki’s hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look back at him. Yuuta relaxed at the sight of his warm, reassuring smile. “I promise it’s not too hard,” he teased and Yuuta smiled, feeling a little foolish.
“Here,” Mizuki pressed a bottle into his hand and laid back, shifting pillows beneath him to get comfortable. He seemingly found a good position and relaxed, spreading his legs wide and pulling his knees up. “Use your fingers first. One at a time.”
Although nervous beyond belief, Yuuta wasn’t so stupid that he couldn’t figure the rest out. He went slowly, careful despite his somewhat-shaky hands. Mizuki directed him, but not overmuch, giving him soft, pleasured demands of “more” and “faster” every so often. Soon, he had three fingers inside and Mizuki was moving back against him, as if urging him deeper, and gave in with a breathy plea. “Yuuta, please . . . inside me. I need you inside me.”
Understanding full well that Mizuki wasn’t referring to just his fingers, Yuuta slicked himself up anxiously and settled between Mizuki. He leaned over him, wiping his hands on the bedspread and looking questioningly into Mizuki’s face, unsure. Mizuki wrapped his legs around him, and the heels of his feet dug into Yuuta’s back as he pushed Yuuta inside.
Yuuta paused and choked down a groan, overcome with the intense pressure. It faded a little with each tiny thrust of his hips forward, pushing slowly as the tight heat gave way to his intruding cock. His balls finally rested against Mizuki’s ass, and he shuddered to a stop, falling forward for a moment and burying his head into the pillow beside Mizuki.
“You okay?” Mizuki queried, rubbing a hand sweetly over his back. Yuuta lifted himself back up after a moment and was then face-to-face with Mizuki. They were both breathing heavily, and they were both trembling with held-back pleasure, and Yuuta thought Mizuki-sensei looked so incredibly edible right then he almost laughed with the thought. To hide his smile, he closed the tiny space between them and kissed him, then began moving his hips.
They kissed for a few minutes, but eventually had to break away, the exertion of their bodies making it difficult to breathe, never mind hold their lips together. Mizuki stretched, writhed, and contorted beneath him, urging Yuuta on and on with begging little moans. Yuuta began moving on instinct, driving faster and harder and deeper with each thrust of his hips. Mizuki grabbed onto his shoulders as if to sit up, and Yuuta understood easily, sitting back himself and allowing Mizuki to settle on his lap. Mizuki’s tight body wrapped around his cock, and Yuuta choked at the increase in pressure as well as pleasure. Mizuki began moving up and down, thrusting himself down onto Yuuta, and Yuuta responded in kind.
It was hotter and wilder and more intense than anything Yuuta had ever dreamed. Mizuki was in his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him tightly and fucking himself on Yuuta’s cock, and Yuuta’s held him just as tightly, fucking him back with even harder movements of his hips. It wasn’t too long before he felt his orgasm approach, and cried out softly as pleasure ripped through him in a sharp wave. He felt himself come inside of Mizuki, and noticed with a moan as Mizuki followed him not five seconds later, letting out a loud whimper and shooting come between their bodies. They continued with their movements for about ten or so seconds before they both rolled over, collapsing in exhaustion. Yuuta extracted himself carefully from Mizuki’s body, and moaned at the sight of his semen spilling out of his ass. He fell beside Mizuki with an exhausted sigh, and allowed his sensei to crawl into his arms, holding him obligingly against his chest.
They were sticky against one another, but Yuuta couldn’t care less, and fondly ran a hand through his hair as the afterglow set in, making him happy and light-headed. Mizuki purred and snuggled closer, and Yuuta spread his legs so Mizuki could settle between them comfortably.
“Mmm, Yuuta-kun,” he moaned happily against Yuuta’s chest. “You should follow me home everyday.”
Yuuta grinned at the thought. “Then I might not get any homework done, sensei.”
Mizuki chuckled against him. “If you keep calling me sensei in bed I’m going to begin thinking it’s kinky.”
Yuuta laughed. “Maybe it is.” He slid himself down a little, pulled Mizuki’s face to his, and kissed him, short and sweetly. “If I follow you home everyday, does that mean you’ll keep me?”
Mizuki grinned and laid his head back down. “I don’t know - do I have to feed you?”
“Mmmaybe.”
“If the school finds out, I’ll get fired you know.”
Well, that effectively sobered the situation. Yuuta tensed, all light-heartedness gone. “I . . . I’m sorry, I-”
Mizuki silenced him with a kiss and pulled away. “Sorry. I ruined the mood.” He kissed along Yuuta’s face softly, apologetically. “Let’s not worry about that right now. We’ll figure something out.”
Yuuta relaxed beneath Mizuki’s ministrations and sighed in contentment, eventually kissing back.
“Now,” Mizuki broke away, sitting up abruptly. “Did you study for tomorrow’s quiz?”
Yuuta blinked, blinked again, then groaned and pulled a pillow over his head. Screwing sensei apparently had some disadvantages.
~FIN~
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