RP Log - Sakaki, Niou - PART 2

[kantoku_is_boss]

Who: Niou and Sakaki
Where: Sakaki’s office
What: “Private Manscarf-Tying Lessons”
Rating: MA
When: Sunday afternoon (September 23rd)

NOTE: This is part 2, read part 1 HERE



Niou grinned at his victory and then considered how to get ready. He could change his appearance to almost anything human or humanoid, though people with body types vastly different than his drained him more making them bad choices for the start of this experiment but that still left a large variety of looks. “Any preference?” He asked. “Since you’re helping me, the least I can do is look like your dream man.” It would certainly give him a bit more insight into Sakaki’s mind.

Even as he opened his mouth to answer, the name died on Sakaki’s tongue. His dream man? When he closed his eyes, there was someone there... someone with porcelain skin, hair that shimmered silver in the sunlight, bright blue eyes, and a regal demeanor that had always made him weak in the knees. Then he remembered Niou sitting next to him and his dream shattered. There was no way he could admit that... not to him, not yet... maybe not ever. “I have no preference...” he said surprisingly unconvincingly, looking away again to fight off the faint dusting of red on his cheeks, “Pick anything you like...”

“Nothing?” Niou didn’t buy that for a second. He reached out to touch Sakaki’s arm to get his attention. “We don’t want anything big at first anyway, how about just eye colour and hair length.” he really hoped that Sakaki didn’t go for bald guys. There were some looks even Niou had trouble making sexy.

Sakaki’s blush darkened. There was no way he could go and describe his fantasy without Niou knowing exactly who it was. That said, the thought of having everything he wanted in his proverbial lap and willing, even if it was just an illusion, was enough to make his breath quicken. “No really, Niou-kun, don’t worry about me...”

“You’re helping me so much, it’s the least I can do, sensei,” Niou said at his most sweetest, even though he was grinning quite evilly on the inside. He was sure Sakaki was thinking about a student and didn’t want to share. But after coming so far, he wasn’t going to back down so easily.

Sakaki shut his eyes tightly, trying to bolster his defenses and steady his breathing. “This is for you, Niou-kun, not me,” he murmured, trying to banish the toned body of his forbidden desire from his mind’s eye.

“I have to change anyway, so you might as well get something from it,” Niou insisted, sliding his hand up Sakaki’s arm and boldly caressing his neck and jaw. “What’s the eye colour?”

Feeling the firm touch on his skin, Sakaki snapped his eyes open only to find himself staring into Niou’s blue eyes. “The same as yours,” he whispered, traitorously.

But not exactly, Niou assumed as he’d yet to meet someone with quite the same glowing eyes he had and while he didn’t lack confidence, he doubted he was Sakaki’s dream man. “Like this?” He asked making the blue seem more human and a little more icy. “Tell me more,” Niou encouraged moving his free hand to his own neck to undo the scarf around it.

“Similar,” Sakaki admitted, trying desperately to create a fake fantasy, “He’s got... um... very short blue hair... dark complexion... um... tall, muscular build... yes...” Had he been in more of a state to appreciate it, Sakaki would have laughed as he described pretty much the exact opposite of the man in his dreams.

Niou raised an eyebrow at the description. It sounded so fake. He really was starting to wonder what happened to his suave man-scarf tying teacher. “That might be a bit advanced for a first lesson. Perhaps someone more similar to my own features.” He changed his appearance a little then, his hair shortening so the rat tail was gone and the mole by his mouth fading away. “Tell me a fantasy, sensei.” He dropped his scarf onto the couch and let his hand move up Sakaki’s chest until it was toying with the older man’s scarf, tugging it out of his shirt.

That soft touch crumbled the last of Sakaki’s resolve. He arched ever so slightly and let the forbidden name slip softly from his lips. “...Atobe.”

Niou wasn’t surprised by the name, the word in the rumour mills had been that for a while, but he hadn’t been certain. On looks alone, Niou couldn’t fault Sakaki’s choice but he had to wonder just what he saw in Atobe’s personality. He didn’t question it though, at least not this time. Instead he wordlessly changed until it was Atobe that stood before Sakaki. Though if this was going to continue, he’d really have to find a way to spy on Atobe while naked just to make sure he had all the details right. There was only so much a man could take in when changing in and out of PE clothes. But he had a feeling that what he could replicate today would be more than enough to satisfy Sakaki.

“So Sakaki-sensei, ready to help me now?” Niou said in Atobe’s voice.

This is an illusion, Sakaki told himself, watching Niou morph into the object of his dirtiest fantasies right before his eyes. He felt his desire swirling inside him, but suppressed it as best he could. This whole charade was to help Niou. With a monumental mental effort, he pulled himself together and centered his mind. “Very well,” he said after a moment of silence, gently trailing a fingertip up Niou’s arm.

“You’ll have to do better than that, ahn,” Niou antagonized doing his best Atobe impression which could possibly use some work as most of his interactions with the other man came when he was acting like a spoiled brat. Was he going to have to start hanging out with Atobe now, too? Or at least trying to see how he acted when he wasn’t pissing everyone off? Oh well, he was sure it’d be worth the bit of research. “Don’t be shy now.”

Sakaki smiled, trailing his fingers up to Niou’s throat and threading his fingers into his hair. “Now you know my secret, there is very little point in being shy, is there?” He leaned in and ghosted his lips over Niou’s, a thoroughly teasing gesture.

“None,” Niou replied, eyes slipping closed as he pressed forward trying to get more of Sakaki’s lips. Teasing was just cruel after all the hard work he had to do to get that kiss.

“That’s about what I thought,” Sakaki all but purred before finally closing in and kissing the willing boy beneath him. His own eyes slipped closed, even as his free hand set to work opening the buttons of Niou’s shirt.

Niou wrapped his arms around Sakaki, trying to pull him closer to him, one hand sliding up to toy with the hair along the nape of his neck. He made a noise that was a cross between pleasure and frustration as the wonderful kiss continued, there had to be something said about age and experience, but that man scarf had to go, it was stopping his fingers from touching skin. Though it was impossible to untie given their current positions and he wasn’t willing to break the kiss or risk choking Sakaki to tug it off, so frustration it was.

Taking advantage of Niou’s obvious delight, Sakaki swiped his tongue along Niou’s bottom lip, wanting more access. Meanwhile, his hand caressed the heated skin of Niou’s chest as more of it was revealed by the opened buttons. Perhaps in spite of himself, he moaned softly into Niou’s surprisingly soft lips.

Niou felt a thrill of arousal go through him at Sakaki’s moan against his lips and after a quick mental check to make sure his Atobe appearance was still holding, he opened his mouth to encourage further exploration in the kiss. He felt it was unfair that Sakaki could touch his skin so freely when Sakaki was still all buttoned up. So he slid his hands from Sakaki’s hair and down his back to start pulling Sakaki’s shirt out from his trousers.

Feeling Niou fumbling with the edge of his pants, Sakaki helpfully lifted his hips ever so slightly to make Niou’s job easier, almost losing his composure when he unintentionally brushed his groin against Niou’s thigh, groaning at the jolt of pleasure through his system. He kissed harder and deeper, hardly giving either one of them enough time to breathe. His hand traced the muscles of Niou’s torso, starting at his collarbone and working steadily lower, wondering how far he’d be allowed to go.

Niou had felt, for just an instant, Sakaki against his leg and he took satisfaction in being able to turn the older man on, even if it was in the guise of Atobe. And the kiss that followed left no doubt that Sakaki was enjoying himself. But Niou wasn’t patient enough for just a make out session and tentative exploring, he wanted more. He finally pulled Sakaki’s shirt free of his pants and then pressed his hands onto the bare skin before sliding them up and under the shirt along Sakaki’s back. He let out a satisfied moan into the kiss, liking how Sakaki’s warm skin felt under his hands and the way he could feel muscles moving under the broad back.

Sakaki pulled away from the kiss and hissed in pleasure, arching against warm hands on his skin. He dipped his head and left a trail of kisses down the side of Niou’s throat, pausing only to leave a bitemark on his collarbone.

Niou panted as Sakaki finally broke the kiss, his head falling back as Sakaki’s lips travelled down his neck and to his collarbone, the sharp bite of teeth clearing some of the pleasurable fog from his mind and allowing him a brief moment to remember that he needed to be Atobe. But sexual desire was winning out over any urge to study and he grabbed a hold of Sakaki, nails scratching lightly as he writhed up against him, wanting some needed friction against his arousal. “Sakaki,” He moaned, his voice wavering between Atobe’s and his own.

Hearing his name moaned so lustfully fueled Sakaki’s own desire to possess and to claim. He rocked his hips against Niou while his mouth traveled up the other side of the boy’s throat, leaving a trail of nips and bites along the way before claiming his mouth again and smothering a low, rumbling moan.

Sakaki’s wasn’t the only moan smothered by the kiss, Niou’s body was responding to every touch from Sakaki’s skilled hands and mouth and he eagerly squirmed under him trying to meet his rocking the best he could given their odd angles. But it was one of those times when they did connect and rub against each other properly that his tenuous control finally slipped and he suddenly lost the facade of Atobe.

“Shit,” He cursed breaking the kiss and panting as he tried to gain some of his control back. At least enough to stop his eyes being like blue flashlights.

Seeing that blue light nearly burn out his retinas even from behind his eyelids, Sakaki slowly pulled away and got himself back under control. When his eyes opened, he wasn’t entirely surprised to see Niou blinking back at him. “Too much excitement?”

“I told ya, my control needs work,” Niou said between panted breaths, not quite able to control his body as quickly as Sakaki apparently was. Though he did manage to turn his eyes back to brown. “I wasn’t lying about that.... but I usually do better.” That was as close as he was going to get to admitting that just a few kisses and touches from Sakaki got him riled up as some much heavier foreplay from his peers did.

Sakaki laughed to himself. “Evidently,” he said, taking inventory of the marks he had so thoughtfully given Niou and noting, with some satisfaction, how hard he was still breathing. “You normally do better, you say?” he absently traced the muscles of Niou’s abs as he leaned in and whispered harshly into his ear: “Prove it.”

Niou followed Sakaki’s eyes down to his chest and gave a small chuckle at the marks he saw. It seemed that some boys never grew out of their ‘marking territory’ phase. Fortunately for them both he could easily hide those later so no uncomfortable questions would pop up, especially from his worrywart roommate. Not that he wanted to think about Oishi when Sakaki’s fingers were on his skin. “How?” He asked rather eager to do so but unsure if he’d be able to find the concentration to do a full transformation again, let alone hold it.

Sakaki’s voice dropped into a low rumble, not too unlike a purr, “What do you think you’re up for?” He swept his hand over Niou’s hip bone and let it casually rest just above his belt, “This is supposed to be practice for you, remember?” He playfully nipped at an earlobe, “We can’t have you slacking off.”

Niou’s hips shifted, trying to get that touch to move closer to where his pants tented. “I’d hate to be called a slacker when I’m definitely up for some more,” He said tilting his head to let Sakaki play with his ear more if he wanted. “How ‘bout my eyes. I can conceal them in my sleep.” And without having to maintain rest of the facade, he‘d have more energy and concentration for them.

“That’s not very useful for practice, then” Sakaki murmured, teasingly running his tongue along the shell of Niou’s ear, “If you want this,” he added, dipping the tips of his fingers temptingly beneath the hem of Niou’s pants, “You’ll have to earn it. Make one eye red and the other golden.”

“Hey, this is still hard,” Niou complained in reference to his eyes though it worked for other parts of him was certainly hard. Keeping his eyes brown wasn’t that difficult but Sakaki’s suggestion of having two differently coloured eyes would be a little trickier. Even if he’d requested both purple or red or something it would have been about the same level as brown. But he had to pay attention to keep the eyes separate colours. He supposed he should just be thankful that Sakaki didn’t think to request any different shapes for his eyes. He had to take a deep breath, ignoring Sakaki’s fingers and tongue for a moment as he changed both eyes to red at first and then his right one to a gold shade. “Okay?” He asked, looking up at Sakaki and thinking he must look every inch the mutant he was with these eye colours.

Smiling, Sakaki slowly drew his hand over the obvious tent in Niou’s pants. “Very good,” he said, “Now try and keep them that way.” He gave Niou another languid stroke through his pants before opening the boy’s belt with a practiced flick of his wrist. “This is what you want... isn’t it?” he whispered.

“Yes,” Niou hissed through clenched teeth, his golden eye glimmered with extra light but didn’t change colours or show any sign of blue. “Give me more.” He was after all, just as selfish and greedy as the teens he lamented about earlier.

“So demanding...” Sakaki purred, “Are you sure you’re still not channelling Keigo?” As he spoke, his hand unfastened Niou’s pants and slipped inside, starting with a gentle caress. However, he frowned as his hand came into contact with more fabric. Whatever undergarment Niou had chosen to wear was not particularly conducive to this type of activity. “You need to do something about these,” he said, snapping the elastic of the garment in dissatisfaction. He pulled away completely and set about disposing of his suit jacket on a nearby coat rack, leaving him in his vest and shirt - the latter of which had been pulled out of his trousers. Were it not for the circumstances, it would have seemed rather comical.

“Atobe’s not the only one who can be demanding,” Niou said and then huffed as Sakaki pulled away from him. His underwear was not that bad, and he rather liked the electric purple leopard print pattern. Still, it wasn’t like he didn’t want them off. And he had no problem with doing it himself if it meant they could get back to making out sooner. “If these are coming off,” He said after he stood and gave his underwear band a tug, “Then the scarf and vest need to go.” Sakaki wore too many layers and if he was going to be all but naked, then he thought the least the older man could do was take a few pieces off himself.

As he waited for Sakaki’s answer, he pulled off of his socks, because the naked sock look was never sexy, and then tugged down his pants, tossing them on the back of the loveseat to minimize the wrinkles.

Meanwhile, Sakaki had to avert his eyes from the electric purple monstrosity currently adorning Niou’s groin. His only solace was that garment was coming off... and possibly about to get misplaced... in his fireplace. “I suppose that is a fair exchange,” he said, unbuttoning his vest and hanging it up with his jacket. The scarf was a slightly more delicate affair. That he took off, smoothed it out, folded it into precise eighths, and placed it into one of his desk drawers. For good measure he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his dress shirt before turning back to Niou. “Anything else?”

Niou paused with his hands on the waistband of his underwear as he watched Sakaki take off his vest and then his scarf. He certainly appreciated the buttons coming undone. “I think that will do for now, sensei,” Niou said with a lazy grin on his face. He then slid the underwear to the floor so he was only in his unbuttoned school shirt. “Where do you want me? I’m in your hands after all.” Or he hoped to be in his hands some more because even though this distance had given him a chance to calm down a little his arousal and continued interest in the proceedings was clear to see.

Sakaki watched appreciatively as Niou obediently stripped for him. He could have whistled, but that would have been uncouth, so he settled for an appraising nod and making a mental note that Niou was really quite attractive when he was aroused and wearing nothing but an unbuttoned dress shirt. “I think I want you to make yourself comfortable. From there, you may simply leave yourself in my... capable hands.”

Niou considered the room and what would be comfortable and decided on one of the loveseats. They could always move elsewhere in the room if needed. Sitting down in the center of the love seat, Niou shifted so he was comfy, legs slightly apart, arms currently to his side and his head resting against the back of the sofa with his lips parted. “Mmm I’ll leave the rest to you Sakaki-sensei~,” Niou said trying to make his challenging words sound at least a little submissive as he looked over to Sakaki with his red and gold eyes.

Taking a few moments to size up his prey, Sakaki’s eyes turned predatory as he stalked towards the loveseat on which Niou was so thoughtfully sprawled. Standing above the practically naked boy, Sakaki only allowed himself one knee on the loveseat before he leaned over and claimed Niou’s supple mouth once again.

Niou looked up at Sakaki rather hungrily, wondering what the man’s next move would be and was pleased when lips came to meet his. He debated for only a moment on whether to be passive and leave himself to Sakaki’s will or to go for what he wanted before deciding on the latter. He reached up to wrap his arms around Sakaki’s back and shoulders, pulling him closer to him.

Pulled off balance rather suddenly, Sakaki nearly gracelessly fell onto the loveseat, half-straddling Niou but still managing not to break the kiss. He deepened it by prying Niou’s mouth open with teasing sweeps of his tongue and gently settled himself into the boy’s lap in an attempt to make the best of an awkward situation.

Niou let out a pleased noise into the kiss as it deepened and Sakaki shifted closer to him. Not having to worry about maintaining more than his eye colours, he could just enjoy this for what it was. He slid his hands down Sakaki’s back, tugging up the loose dress shirt so he could once again hold onto Sakaki directly skin on skin. He then bucked his hips up, showing his continued interest in this going further.

In response to Niou’s very obvious encouragement, Sakaki smiled against Niou’s mouth and rolled his hips very deliberately downwards against his groin. He hissed in delight at the feeling of Niou’s hands clutching almost desperately at his back, his blunt nails digging into the skin. Truth be told, Niou’s enthusiasm was certainly endearing, so much so in fact, Sakaki had no problem knowing he was going to have to dryclean his pants after this afternoon.

While Niou loved the feel of Sakaki’s skin under his hands and gripping on to it whenever Sakaki rolled his hips just right against his, it wasn’t enough. Reluctantly, he slid his hands down and over his pants to grab the older man’s firm butt. He groaned, breaking the kiss at the lovely handful that let him pull Sakaki down to him more firmly and easily.

With Niou’s hands firmly planted on his backside, Sakaki couldn’t help the breathy moan that slipped past his lips whenever the boy rocked their bodies together. It was unseemly, but he found himself panting roughly in Niou’s ear as they fell into a clumsy rhythm.

The sounds Sakaki were making were adding to the excitement, the position was also more than he had fantasized about with his hands groping Sakaki’s backside as the older man straddled him. He likely wasn’t going to hold on much longer, especially with the earlier teasing. “Sakaki,” He let out a breathy whimper, his hips moving a bit more erratically. “Need more...” He actually didn’t need more, he could feel his climax building already. But he had implied that he had some skill and experience in this and to come so easily would go against that.

“Is that so?” Sakaki answered, staying the movements of his hips through sheer force of will. “What more do you need? Rather, what more do you want?” he asked, finishing each of his questions with a playful nip to Niou’s ear, or a kiss to his throat.

Niou’s eyes flashed in annoyance as Sakaki suddenly stopped but the colour didn’t waver. He had too much to lose now to let the colour slip. Sakaki was potentially offering him anything he wanted. The problem was now figuring out what he wanted, or rather what didn’t he want. He didn’t want to look too greedy in asking for Sakaki’s hand and/or mouth on his cock and perhaps doing the same to Sakaki in return. Not to mention wanting to feel and see more of his skin, or sex. And sex opened up a whole plethora of new potential wants. But he wasn’t sure he’d make it through one thing on his every growing list, let alone them all, so he had to make it count.

“I want you,” He said, his voice a low rumble. Everyone one of his desires and requests right now involved more of Sakaki so just wanting more of the man than what he was giving now seemed like the best request.

Perhaps in spite of himself, Sakaki frowned at the vagueness of the request. He straightened and crossed his arms over his chest imperiously. “I’m right here, Niou-kun,” he said flatly, though even he was unsure what he was trying to mask in his voice: his dissatisfaction or his pulsing desire, “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

Niou made a growly noise of annoyance as Sakaki pulled even further back from him and spoke in what was definitely more of a teacher voice than a seductive one. Cleary, he’d made a misstep. He moved his hands up, sliding under Sakaki’s shirt again to rub the warm expanse of his back as he tried to sort his words. But he was too aroused and annoyed to be succinct or strategic. “I want,” Niou began, his frustration clear in his voice, “your hands on me, your mouth on my cock.... I want you naked... I want to touch all of you... I want to have my mouth... all over you...” He used his hands that were now up near Sakaki’s shoulders to push him down closer to him again. “And you inside of me. I want it all.”

Sakaki didn’t even try to suppress the aroused shudder that went through him as Niou enumerated all his desires. Hearing that last plea, whispered harshly against his ear, tore a needy moan from him as he ground his hips down, rubbing his very prominent erection against Niou’s belly.

Feeling Sakaki’s hard length against his stomach just made Niou want all those things even more. He bit down on Sakaki’s earlobe before licking at it, “I want it now,” He demanded.

For a moment, Sakaki’s eyes rolled back in his head when he felt Niou’s teeth on his ear. He groaned and practically slid off the boy’s lap, settling onto his knees between his legs. “That’s better. See what you can get when you’re direct?” he purred, rubbing the inside of a pale thigh with one hand, even as the other gave Niou’s penis an experimental caress.

“Haven’t got anythi-” Niou was in the middle of complaining when fingers brushed his arousal causing him to suck in a hissing breath. “More,” He commanded, forcing his head up from the back of the sofa to look down at Sakaki. He’d probably never be able to watch the man teach without thinking of the proud older teacher between his legs.

Smirking to himself in satisfaction, Sakaki teased Niou with a few more fleeting caresses before wrapping his long fingers around him, stroking languidly from base to tip with just a hint of twist at the top. “Remember your eyes,” he purred, nipping at an inner thigh.

Niou let out a pleased noise as Sakaki finally stroked him properly, his hands blindly reaching for Sakaki’s shoulders as his head fell back once more against the sofa. He forced his eyes open enough to look down his body at Sakaki, the eyes clearly still red and gold. “Eyes are fine,” He pointed out a little breathlessly, his breathing picking up as Sakaki continued to pleasure him.

“That wasn’t an inquiry,” Sakaki murmured as he put a lovely red mark on Niou’s trembling thigh, “It was a warning.” He inched closer and dragged his tongue up the length of the boy’s penis, planting a gentle kiss at the tip before taking it into his mouth, humming softly.

“Oh,” was all Niou could say to that as Sakaki took any other words from him as lips pressed against his arousal. This was not his first blowjob but he doubted Sakaki would believe him with the way his hips automatically raised to get more of his hot mouth around him. He was practically writhing under Sakaki’s touch, his body teased far too much already to be able to hold out for much longer. He clenched Sakaki’s shoulders hard, trying not to succumb too quickly to his building orgasm.

Though he was very focused on his task, Sakaki spared a glance at Niou to see how well his powers were holding out. Satisfied, he returned to lavishing the boy’s arousal with attention, using more tongue near the tip and more suction near the base, his hand running along the shaft where it could in gentle, but unyielding caresses.

Niou was making small gasping noises of pleasure in time to Sakaki’s moves, his hands now clenching and releasing as Sakaki’s mouth moved up and down. “Not gonna... last... sensei,” He managed to get out, wanting to give the man a polite warning before he released and really hoping he wasn’t going to be a bastard and stop just before he could.

Realizing the state Niou was in, Sakaki smiled and slid Niou completely into his mouth, suppressing his own gag reflex as his hand trailed lower to caress his scrotum. He alternated this deep plunge with his more teasing licks and strokes, waiting for Niou’s control to finally break.

Niou cursed as Sakaki’s new move was the last straw and sent him over the edge into a mind numbingly good orgasm. He remembered, somewhat belatedly that he was supposed to be concentrating on his eyes and squeezed them shut, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep it up. Even behind his lids a golden light could be seen from both his eyes, proof that while he hadn’t managed to keep the control required, he hadn’t lost it completely.

When Niou finished, the tension in his body left and his arms dropped to his side limply. His eyes stayed closed even as the light faded, his mouth still open as he breathed heavily, trying to find some balance again. Sakaki had a very skilled and dangerous mouth.

Quite satisfied with his performance, Sakaki took everything Niou gave him and finished the boy cleanly, sitting back on his haunches and wiping away a stray dribble at the corner of his mouth with the back of a hand. He levelled Niou with his best sultry gaze. “How was that? Powers hold out?”

“That was amazing,” Niou said as he slowly opened his eyes that were the proper dual colour once more. He raised a hand up and it landed on Sakaki’s head, where he mussed up the man’s hair a bit before moving it down to rest along Sakaki’s jawline, a thumb flicking out to brush some of the missed moisture away. “Slipped a bit when I came.... but not completely.” There was no point being dishonest about that either when he was here to learn. Well, have some amazing sex, but learning was also important. “I recovered fast enough anyway.”

Though he glowed with the praise on the inside, he glowered petulantly as Niou attempted to mess up his hair (he was going to have to spend an hour fixing it later). “Realizing when and how your powers fail is as important as learning how to correct them,” he explained, “By anticipating when a potential slip might happen, you’re better mentally equipped to deal with it.” He laid his head against Niou’s knee, recovering himself for a moment.

Niou idly stroked the back of Sakaki’s head and along the nape of his bare neck now that the scarf was gone. “It’s tough. I can feel when my powers slip but I don’t always know what’s going wrong unless I’m near a mirror.” It was one of the downsides of his power. He’d learn to change his appearance without a mirror, but he always found having one made it easier, just one more thing he still had to work on. And if he wanted Sakaki to keep offering his special help, he would have to see to his teacher’s needs, too. “But that’s why I want more practice... ‘sides, bad manners to leave ya hanging.” Especially when Sakaki’s blowjob was still making him feel pleasantly tingly all over.

“Indeed, very poor manners,” Sakaki mused, idly flicking open another button on his dress shirt. He shuddered at the fleeting touch to his neck, one of the reasons he always insisted it be covered up with an immaculate manscarf. “Cannot have that...” he added, his eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed the soft caress.

“Good. Cause I still want you inside of me,” Niou said managing a smirk now that his breathing had calmed down enough. He watched Sakaki as he undid another button, revealing a bit more skin to tease him with and the way his eyes closed at the touches and made sure to continue them. He would have asked what Sakaki wanted him to do to return the favour but direct and demanding seemed to be the surprising way to go with the authoritative older man.

Sakaki smiled and popped open another button, opening one eye to gauge Niou’s expression. “You think you’re going to be able to handle that?” he murmured, leaning into the touches on his neck.

“Depends,” Niou said, interest still clear in his eyes as he watched another button come undone, “Just how much of you is there to handle?” He had felt Sakaki’s cock against him at times and while it seemed impressive it could be hard to judge these things without a closer look. Not that Niou planned on backing down no matter what Sakaki was hiding in his trousers.

Sakaki’s smile slid into a lecherous smirk and there was a lustful wickedness in his eyes. “Why don’t you find out?” he drawled, running a teasing finger up Niou’s inner thigh.

Niou matched Sakaki’s look with one of his own as he gave him a pat on the shoulder before drawing his hands back. “Switch,” He said and then began sitting up straighter so he could stand once Sakaki was out from between his legs. It would be sad to see him go but Niou figured he’d get him back in that position again in the near future.

As instructed, Sakaki pushed himself back to his feet, brushing out some stray pleats in his pressed pants. He offered a hand to help Niou to stand, pulling him into a kiss as they changed positions. “I believe now it is I who am in your hands, Niou-kun,” he murmured huskily.

Niou kissed back as he turned them around so Sakaki’s back was to the sofa and then gave him a push down onto it. But he didn’t follow immediately, first he considered the man in front of him and then his own appearance. “I’m better at control when giving pleasure,” He said before shifting his appearance back into Atobe’s. It wouldn’t last once things got heated again, he knew that, but for now, he could give Sakaki a treat. “Prepare to be awed by my prowess.” He gave Sakaki a wink before climbing into his lap, undoing the final button of his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his neck and collarbone.

“Awed by your prowess, you say?” Sakaki drawled, eyes widening as Niou shifted back to Atobe. “You are going to drive me mad, do you know that?” He gasped when his shirt was opened and his neck came under attack, shuddering again and rolling his hips upwards, desperate for something to rub against.

Niou let his weight rest on Sakaki, slowly grinding his hips against the older man. Enjoying taking his time now that he had his release and was no longer feeling that frenzied and desperate need. Though he could already feel his arousal returning to pool in his stomach. He was sure that whenever Sakaki could no longer take the teasing he would be ready for him. “Oh I know. And I know that you’ll love every minute of it.” Niou said arrogantly, channeling a bit of Atobe but mostly as himself. Continuing with his kisses to Sakaki’s neck and collarbone Niou wondered if he’d be allowed to mark the older man in return and gave him a few sharper nips to see what his reaction was.

Feeling what he could have sworn to be teeth on his skin, Sakaki’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he moaned loudly. One hand filtered its way up the back of Niou’s neck and found its way into hair hair, where it clutched tightly at the silken strands. His breathing took on a ragged quality as the surge of pleasure flowed through his body.

Hearing that moan, Niou decided that Sakaki definitely had a fetish for both biting and being bitten. Well, it would be rude to leave the man wanting, and it was fun to think about any future student knowing that someone else had gotten here first. He worked on leaving a mark or two along Sakaki’s neck and collarbone, sure that any love bite would be easily hidden behind a well tied manscarf. He also ran his hands down Sakaki’s sides and stomach before getting his hands between their bodies so he could work free Sakaki’s belt.

Obediently, Sakaki’s hips lifted as his belt was removed, suspecting his pants would be soon to follow, not that he was complaining as his erection strained painfully against them. He rhythmically clenched and unclenched his hand into a fist to stop from touching himself - he was sure Niou’s touch would be more satisfying and he would feel it sooner rather than later.

Niou shifted back so there was more space between their bodies, mouth still trailing kisses and biting at Sakaki’s neck and chest. He pulled free Sakaki’s belt and then undid his pants, pulling them open and down slightly before reaching inside for Sakaki’s cock and encountering a barrier of Sakaki’s underwear. Still, he could feel just how impressively sized Sakaki was under the thin material and it was enough to make him pull his lips away from Sakaki’s chest and look down to see the man’s straining erection. “Ahn, not bad, sensei,” He purred and then pulled down the waistband of the briefs.

“I do try,” Sakaki hissed sardonically as Niou touched him, even through his briefs. His hips lifted obediently for Niou to get rid of the last articles of his clothing. “Though I do hope it won’t be too much for you to handle,” he added, a hint of challenge in his voice.

Niou slid off of Sakaki completely, pulling down his pants and briefs with him before settling on the floor, his eyes level with Sakaki’s arousal. “Are you doubting my abilities?” He asked. He wrapped a hand around Sakaki’s cock and began leisurely stroking it thinking that it was bigger than what he was used to. Still, with proper preparation, he was sure he’d be able to handle it, he certainly didn’t want to turn Sakaki down. He was sure it would feel amazing once it was inside of him and moving and the thought made him lick his lips in anticipation.

Sakaki laughed, “And here I thought you would make another mention of your prowess,” he teased, rolling his hips into Niou’s hand. “In either case, I’m sure you’re perfectly...” he hissed in pleasure, “...capable of taking all I have to offer. My, your hands are good.”

“Sometimes it’s better to show, not brag,” Niou said and then leaned in to lick at the tip of Sakaki’s cock. He rather hoped Sakaki was enjoying the show along with his hands and mouth as it was the image of Atobe who wrapped his lips around the head of Sakaki’s arousal and slowly worked on it, his hands moving along the rest he couldn’t take in.

With all of the awkwardness in the relationship between himself and Atobe, Sakaki couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for taking advantage of Niou’s special ability in order to satisfy his own forbidden fantasies. Still, this was as much Niou’s idea as it was his own and the boy’s zeal was undeniable. “How very un-Atobe of you, Niou-kun,” he murmured, his head thrown back in pleasure and his eyes screwed shut. Still, his fingers found Niou’s hair and held his head in position while his hips slowly began rocking.

Niou was thankful he still had a hand wrapped around the base of Sakaki’s cock when the other started rocking into his mouth. He was confident of his blow job giving skills but even he would need a moment to adjust to the full length of Sakaki and sputtering and choking was never a sexy look, probably even less so on Atobe’s proud and noble features. He looked up with a hooded gaze to Sakaki as he let the older man find pleasure in his mouth but planning on stopping it before he could find release. He had other plans for Sakaki’s cock, after all.

Sakaki groaned loudly, forcing himself to look at Niou, who looked like Atobe, having very little trouble accommodating his rather substantial erection as it slid, wet and throbbing, in and out of his mouth. If he wanted to form words, they came out as a series of cries and moans except for a muttered “Close” which was likely to be all the warning Niou was going to get.

Niou used his hands to still Sakaki’s hips as he pulled back despite the grip on his hair. He would have felt bad about stopping when a man was so close to coming but he wanted to offer him something better than just his mouth to come in. “No. Remember, I said I wanted you in me.” And he had every intention of getting what he wanted.

Sakaki immediately let go of Niou’s hair, feeling awful for letting his control slip too easily. He rubbed at his eyes to calm himself. “You’re right... forgive me,” he muttered derisively. His thoughts turned suddenly to the wicked thought of defiling Niou... or Atobe, for that matter, bent over his desk in his office and his arousal throbbed in anticipation. “Bottom drawer of my desk on the left, false bottom,” he instructed, an authoritative, quality to his voice, a bit of his compelling power seeping, unintentionally, into it.

“Nothin’ to forgive,” Niou said as he stood, trailing his fingers up Sakaki’s stomach and chest as he went. He didn’t mind when a person knew what they wanted in bed and enjoyed themselves taking it. “You’re so naughty underneath that prim buttoned up appearance.” And he fully approved. He gave Sakaki a wink before walking over to his desk, not even questioning why he was the one digging around in Sakaki’s false bottom instead of the man himself.

“Just hurry,” Sakaki exclaimed in a voice that was nearly a whine. He was sure he turned bright red when Niou had called him naughty and... it was largely true, he supposed. He was the grown man sleeping with his teenaged students. As he waited for Niou to return, he absently stroked himself, plotting how exactly their activities were going to continue. His eyes came upon the discarded bag of scarves Niou had brought and turned wicked, there was still quite a lot of fun to be had.

Niou chuckled at the needy tone in Sakaki’s voice and after poking around in the drawer just pulled out the lubricant and a few condoms. “So demanding. Even when I come back you still have to be patie-” Niou’s teasing was cut off as he looked over and saw Sakaki stroking himself on the couch looking like he stepped out of some delicious adult video. His cock, already half hard again gave a small twitch of appreciate at the view.

“Here,” Niou said as he closed the space between them and handed over the lubricant, tossing the condoms on the empty seat for now.

Almost begrudgingly, Sakaki stood from the loveseat upon which he had been lounging to take the lubricant, not grabbing the bottle, but Niou’s wrist, pulling him in close and plundering his pretty mouth deeply.

Niou moaned into the kiss as he was pulled against Sakaki. He pressed his body even closer, arms wrapping around the older man as he relished the feel of skin against skin. His leg slipped in between Sakaki’s and he gently rocked himself against Sakaki’s leg as he continued the kiss.

Smiling against Niou’s lips when he felt the boy begin to rock against him, Sakaki was only too happy to respond in kind for a few moments, gently coaxing the shirt from Niou’s slim shoulders. As soon as it hit the floor, he turned Niou around and pushed him roughly, face-down, onto the top of his desk. “This is what you want?” he murmured huskily into the boy’s ear, even as he used his foot to pull over Niou’s neglected bag of scarves. Choosing one, he pulled Niou’s hands behind his back and deftly tied them together. “Learning how to tie manscarves effectively has so many other... more practical applications, wouldn’t you say?”

Niou was caught off guard by suddenly being pushed down onto the desk, but Sakaki was right, it was what he wanted. So while he squirmed against the desk, he didn’t try to move from it, even when he felt Sakaki tying his hands. He gave a chuckle at Sakaki’s words and nodded, “Oh yes, I’m beginning to see some of them, now.” He gave his hands a tug and while they were secured, it wasn’t so tight that he had to worry about them becoming uncomfortable. “What will you teach me next, Sakaki-sensei?” Niou asked as he shifted against the desk trying to shift back enough to rub against Sakaki.

Laughing, Sakaki landed a playful smack against Niou’s backside. “Whatever you want to learn,” he murmured, coating three fingers with the lubricant he finally took out of Niou’s hand. He nudged Niou’s legs farther apart with his foot, teasing the cleft of his backside with the pads of his fingers, the lubricant cool on Niou’s skin.

Niou startled at the smack, letting out a gasp as he tried to shift enough to send Sakaki a rather unamused look. But with his hands behind his back he couldn’t get the leverage to turn that far. So he settled back against the smooth wood and dutifully spread his legs, inviting those fingers to do more than tease. The coolness was a bit startling but he knew the lubricant would warm up soon enough. “You’re having too much fun back there,” Niou said. He was torn between telling Sakaki to get on with it and hurry up and to remind him to be thorough in his preparations so just stayed silent as he tried to press back against the fingers.

“I’m about to have a lot more fun, Niou-kun,” Sakaki murmured, sliding one finger in to the second knuckle and thrusting it gently. A second finger joined the first a moment later and started stretching Niou’s body for him. By the time he pressed his third finger in and thrust in deeply, he was pretty sure Niou was as ready as he was going to get. He curled his fingers, seeing if he could hit Niou’s pleasure spot and if that was enough to force him from his guise as Atobe.

Niou squirmed on the desk, his cheek pressed against the wood as he panted in renewed pleasure, his hips rocking back trying to get more of Sakaki’s touch where he wanted it. He groaned as a third finger was added suddenly and he could feel his control starting to slip. When Sakaki rubbed against where he wanted he was helpless as the image of Atobe shattered and it was Niou writhing on Sakaki’s desk instead of Atobe. He turned his head enough to look back at Sakaki, his eyes their usual brown and darkened with lust. “Can’t hold on... I want you in in me,” Niou said, his voice low and breathless.

That was what Sakaki wanted to hear. He pulled his fingers from Niou’s body and stepped away only far enough to grab one of the lubricated condoms from the loveseat, tearing the foil with his teeth and rolling it onto himself with only a small hiss. Without another word, he rubbed the head of his erection against Niou’s opening teasingly before slowly pressing forward, groaning in pleasure as the head penetrated the sphincter.

Niou let out a needy sound when Sakaki stepped away from him completely but he wasn’t left waiting long as Sakaki finally pushed into him. And while there was a burning feeling as he stretched around Sakaki’s erection, it didn’t hurt. “More,” Niou moaned as he tried to push back, even if stung a little the sensation of being filled made it worth it.

With only a low moan, Sakaki snapped his hips forward, plunging all the way in until his balls rested against the curve of Niou’s pert backside. There he waited for Niou to adjust to the intrusion and let him know he wanted to continue.

“Ahh, Sakaki,” Niou said, his voice cracking a bit at the mix of pleasure and pain as Sakaki pressed all the way in. His face and body slid against the desk and he wriggled on top of it as he adjusted to the feeling of being so completely filled by Sakaki. He breathed heavily trying to relax and get some control. “You’re a big boy, aren’t ya,” Niou complemented after a moment. “I like it.”

“Most people do,” Sakaki answered off-handedly, waiting for Niou to pull himself together enough for him to start moving. Still, he paid the trickster back for his smart-ass remark with a solid slap to the boy’s backside.

Gasping at the smack, Niou bucked on the desk, driving him back against Sakaki as his face momentarily lifted off the desk before nearly hitting it again with a smack. “Stop that,” Niou said but the tone of his voice suggested that he didn’t really want Sakaki to stop at all. “And move already.” He tried shifting himself but there was only so much leverage he had in this position and the best he could do was slight rocking motions that did more to inflame his desires than soothe them.

Not one to ignore an order like that, Sakaki started a rhythm that was more than a little demanding. Niou had teased him too much and he had held out too long to draw out this encounter like he wanted. Hips slapped against Niou as he drove himself deeper into the boy’s body, his voice coming out in rough pants.

Niou let out a long drawn out moan at the first hard thrust before the pace Sakaki set made him pant roughly between broken moans. His cheek was rubbing against the smooth surface of the desk and he would have worried about desk burn but all of his focus was centered on the electrifying sensations he was feeling every time Sakaki moved against him. It was the mixture of roughness and pleasure that was making him writhe beneath Sakaki and feel so desperate so soon after his earlier release.

Bending over Niou’s body, Sakaki gripped the boy’s shoulders hard and used the leverage to pull Niou back to meet his thrusts. His eyes forced themselves shut so he could just focus on his building pleasure and his crumbling control.

The new position jolted Niou with how deep Sakaki’s strokes were and how the new angle was making him see stars. Niou didn’t bother trying to help meet Sakaki’s thrusts or writhe on the desk, he was completely at Sakaki’s mercy with the way he was being held and it added to the excitement. “Oh yeah.... Sakaki...” Niou moaned out, “right there. Ahhh, yes.”

In retrospect, it was probably a good thing Niou wasn’t proficient enough with his powers to control his form completely. Sakaki was pretty sure if he had still been capable of Atobe’s voice just then, he would have completely lost it. As it was, that lustful moan only brought him pretty close to losing it. He moaned loudly and tried to keep his angle where Niou liked it. He couldn’t believe Niou would be as tight as he was, but he loved it.

Niou couldn’t hold out any longer not with the noises Sakaki was making, the way his cock was driving into him and the slightly painful but definitely pleasurable way his cock was pressed between his body and desk and rubbing against it with each thrust. He tried to tell Sakaki he was close but it came out as a breathless yell as Sakaki gave him a particularly hard thrust causing him to come, his eyes flashing a bright blue for a brief moment. His body tensed as waves of pleasure washed through him before going limp in Sakaki’s hold.

The sound of Niou’s climax was Sakaki’s signal that he no longer had to try and stall his own orgasm. He only lasted about another half a minute, his thrusts becoming more erratic until they stopped altogether as he found release with a muted groan. Absently, he pulled himself out of Niou and disposed of the condom before moving to collapse on the loveseat to recover, his breathing deep and deliberate.

Niou wondered if he’d blacked out for a moment as one second he was experiencing a fantastic orgasm and the next he was on top of the desk alone with only a vague and hazy recollection of what happened in between. Well damn, the older man was an even better lay than he had expected. But where was he?

Niou shifted around on the desk and frowned at his hands still being tied. That was annoying. So was being able to hear Sakaki in the room but not see him. “Hey. You gonna untie me?” He called further annoyed that his voice sounded more sated and tired than angry and annoyed.

Coming down from his high and relaxing on his loveseat, Sakaki would have been enjoying a post-coital cigarette had he not given up the habit a long time ago. He vaguely registered Niou’s complaining and lazily let his eyes slide back towards his desk. “Come here and I’ll untie you,” he said, crooking his finger at Niou and stretching languidly.

“Ya serious?!” Niou questioned loudly. He would have called Sakaki names but that wouldn’t really encourage Sakaki to untie him at all and may discourage future study sessions. With a groan and a few curses, he managed to work his way off of the desk and onto legs that weren’t quite sure they wanted to hold him at first. Ignoring the mess on himself and the desk he turned to Sakaki and replaced his annoyed expression with a smirk. “You should make this up to me,” He said as he walked over to Sakaki and then straddled his legs.

“Should I, now?” Sakaki replied, deftly untying the knots he had made. “And why should I do that? If anything, you should make it up to me by cleaning your mess off my desk.” There was sarcasm in Sakaki’s voice, but a fair bit of seriousness as well. “After that, we’ll talk about anything that needs to be made up to you.”

Niou shook out his hands and then stretched his shoulders, back and arms all while straddling across Sakaki’s lap. It was good to be free, while it had felt fine during the heat of the moment, after it was just a pain. “It’s our mess. I ain’t cleaning it alone.” Not unless the reward would make it worth it and with how he was feeling right now, he wasn’t sure that he’d be tempted by much.

“Of course you won’t be cleaning it alone,” Sakaki motioned to a closed door near the back of his office. “In there is a bathroom, you should find all the cleaning supplies you should need. That is my contribution to clean-up, yours is manual labour.” He slapped Niou’s ass insistently, “Now get to it.”

Niou squeaked at the swat to his butt, though he would deny such noise ever coming from his mouth. “That’s not cleaning together and you know it,” Niou protested now on guard for another slap, not so he could avoid it as much as to make sure he didn’t make any more odd noises.

Sakaki frowned and sighed heavily. He hated deliberately using his powers on his students... but not as much as he hated manual labour. ”Niou Masaharu, you will get moving and clean up this office this instant!” he commanded, letting his voice and its subtle suggestion reverberate inside Niou’s head.

“Che, fine,” Niou said grumpily as he got off of Sakaki’s lap unable to keep saying now when Sakaki sounded like that. He walked to the bathroom and frowned at himself in the mirror seeing the bites Sakaki had left on him and the mess on his stomach that was now drying and becoming a little itchy. Taking a minute to clean himself up a little, Niou looked back at the mirror and the marks on his body that wouldn’t wash away with a bit of water. Still, those were easy enough to fix and he was feeling settled enough now to draw up on his powers for this. So with a bit of concentration, Niou carefully changed his skin so that all the marks faded and looked as if they no longer existed. There, satisfied with his appearance, Niou then looked for the damned cleaning supplies and while tempted to just use Sakaki’s manscarf to clean with, he took a cleaning rag from the supplies before returning to the desk.

Looking at it, Niou could at least agree that it did need cleaning. He just didn’t think he was the one that should clean it. But he set to work cleaning it off anyway not stopping until even Sakaki would be unable to find fault in it. Then he looked around the room and started picking up their strewn clothes, for some reason wanting everything in the room to be back in order.

Satisfied by the effect he had on Niou, Sakaki watched him clean his office with an amused sparkle in his eyes. The boy certainly was zealous when he wanted to be. Once his task was completed and his desk was so clean it practically sparkled, he smiled at him, “Come sit,” he said, patting the seat next to him. Niou had deserved a little reward after all that cleaning.

Niou looked over at Sakaki and smiled. He set his clothes he was folding down on the opposite loveseat and made his way over to Sakaki. He contemplated sitting on his lap again, but if he was about to get his reward it was probably best to follow orders. No sense spoiling something after doing all the work for it. “Reward time?” Niou asked as he joined Sakaki on the loveseat.

“Indeed,” Sakaki murmured, drawing Niou close to him, “How about a little taste of your next lesson.” He titled Niou’s chin up and claimed his lips softly, almost sweetly. Meanwhile, his hands circled teasingly around the top of the boy’s thighs, tempting, but it was not his goal to get Niou hot and bothered again... perhaps just warm and flustered.

Niou relaxed into the kiss, finding himself quite eager for his next lesson with Sakaki. He moaned lightly at the feeling of Sakaki’s hand back on his bare skin. He shifted a little closer to Sakaki, his own hands moving to smooth over Sakaki’s toned chest.

Deliberately keeping his fingertips light and teasing, Sakaki smiled against Niou’s lips at how pliant the boy had become. After a minute or two of the gentle touches, he pulled away, letting his lips stay pressed to Niou’s for a long moment, allowing his student to savour it and commit it to memory to see him through the week until their next lesson.

Niou kept his eyes closed to savour the feelings a moment longer, feeling that this is how their romp should have ended in the first place and not with him still being tied up and then having to clean. Finally, Niou pulled back and opened his eyes and gave Sakaki a smirk, “Next lesson seems like it might be fun,” Niou said. His fingers moved over Sakaki’s chest a little more, stopping once to tap on the love bite he had left him. If Sakaki took any of the other students up on their offers to play this week, they’d certainly know they weren’t the first ones there. And while Niou didn’t normally bother with such petty things, he couldn’t help that his smirk grew bigger at the thought of who it might annoy.

Sakaki fought back the urge to flinch as Niou appraised his own handiwork. He doubted such a small mark would get him into trouble, as it could be hidden with a well-tied manscarf. “I’m glad you’re enjoying them. With any luck, your powers will improve in no time.” He stretched languidly, a few joints clicking back into place. “I suppose we should get dressed,” he mused absently.

“That’s what I’m hoping,” Niou said. Though he was torn to say if the sex or the improved control was the main purpose of his lessons and which was the nice bonus. At the mention of clothes, Niou was reminded of something else he’d like to try with his powers, but he could bring that up with Sakaki some other time. Instead he looked down at their naked bodies, taking an extra moment to appreciate Sakaki’s and then nodded. “Guess it’d look a little suspicious if I went back to my dorm like this.” Especially since he had to walk through the main building and then cross the yard to get to the senior dorms.

“People might start to ask some uncomfortable questions, yes,” Sakaki agreed with a lazy smile as he imagined Niou stalking back to his own dorm room naked with a plethora of … Sakaki frowned. He had been sure he had marked Niou at least once, but he couldn’t for the life of him see evidence of it. There could only be one explanation. “How much of your powers are you using right now?” he asked, curiously.

Niou smiled at Sakaki finally noticing his handiwork missing from his own body. “Not much. Just enough to look presentable. Don’t like it?” Niou asked lounging back a little to better display his body for Sakaki’s perusal.

Biting back a comment that no, he didn’t like it and he wanted to see where he had claimed Niou, Sakaki smiled, “It’s wonderful. Your recovery time is... impressive.”

“Hiding bruises isn’t that impressive,” Niou said letting a few of them show through before looking down at them and making them fade away again. Things like that he had mastered quite early on since it was something that came in handy. “‘Sides, if I leave ‘em, my roomie might ask awkward questions.” Or assume that Niou was the school’s hooker or something. Either one would be bad in Niou’s book.

Feeling better having gotten at least a glance at the bruises he put on Niou’s body, Sakaki let a satisfied smile blossom on his face. “Of course, awkward questions should be avoided at all costs,” he joked, “Questions like ’Why are you spending three hours with your teacher after school?’ perhaps?” he added with a wink.

“Has it been that long?” Niou asked, head swivelling to find a clock. He cursed when he saw that it really had become quite late. “I have to get to my party,” He said letting go of Sakaki so he could stand and move to the other loveseat where he hastily started shoving his clothes back on.

Sakaki was openly amused. “Your party?”

“For breaking my detention record. I thought you followed the journals,” Niou said as he started doing up buttons to his dress shirt only to realize he was doing them wrong and having to start over.

Laughing, Sakaki wiped a mirthful tear from his eye. “I do follow the journals, but you boys post so much in the first few days, it’s nearly impossible for me to catch it all.” He smiled deviously. “Do be a dear and try not to limp too obviously. There is something to be said for both modesty and discretion at this juncture.” He didn’t add that he suspected only one of them was going to be possible for Niou. That thought stayed in his head.

“I’m not going to limp,” Niou protested and then let out a light hiss as he bent over to put his underwear back on. Okay, so it was a little tender back there, but he still wasn’t going to limp around like some virgin. “And I’m the model of modesty and discretion.” Niou doubted Sakaki would buy it, but he wasn’t nearly as bad a gossip as rumours made him out to be. He could in fact be quite discreet at times. But considering some people’s powers, there was only so much privacy any of them had in the dorms.

Sakaki didn’t have to say he didn’t believe Niou, he let his sceptical eyebrow do all the talking for him. Still, any modicum of discretion was a welcomed one, even if it was a blatant lie. He frowned slightly because he had forgotten to do the world a service by kicking Niou’s horrendous underwear conveniently into his fireplace. With only a moment’s effort, he pulled himself from the loveseat and set about dressing as well. There would be nobody to impress with his physique in his empty office after Niou left.

Niou ignored the talking eyebrow as he finished getting his clothes on. “Gonna leave the scarves here, that okay?” Niou asked turning to catch Sakaki putting his clothes on which was too bad, he rather liked a naked Sakaki.

“I’m sure that’s fine,” Sakaki replied, buttoning his vest with practiced efficiency, “Now you had better run along. You don’t want to be any more than fashionably late for your party.”

“Good. Was gonna leave them anyway,” Niou said with a laugh and with one last quick look around the room and a pat down of his pockets to make sure he had everything he gave Sakaki a mock salute and headed to the door. “See ya later, sensei.” He opened the door to leave and then paused and looked back at the older man. “Oh, and if anyone offers you cookies tomorrow, don’t eat ‘em.” It was only polite to give Sakaki warning of a prank after all the help he’d been during their ‘lesson’.

“I will be sure not to,” Sakaki replied, wondering who would be making cookies and why they would be so dangerous. Still, he took the information happily, and gave Niou a mock wave as the boy left. Slipping the back of scarves conveniently under one of the loveseats and gathering his things into his briefcase, he also let himself out of his office (but not after spending half an hour making his hair look presentable immaculate again). He had had enough activity for one day, it was long past time for him to return to his apartment and relax... and plot how he was going to destroy Niou’s self-control next time.