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Alfred was new, an eight year old that had recently changed schools. Ivan on the other hand was a twenty nine year old, working at Alfred’s new school. He also happened to be Alfred’s new math teacher. From the second Ivan had first laid his eyes on Alfred he knew he was special. He felt a weird longing, a need that he had never felt for anyone. Alfred only got more intriguing when Ivan realised he wasn’t supposed to have such thoughts about his student.
Like a rebellious teen, Ivan only got more tempted and determined to get close with the small boy. When Alfred’s parents found it fit for Alfred to get extra math lessons, Ivan saw his chance.
Now Alfred was sitting in the large classroom, it being their third session together, his bright blue eyes eagerly watching as he heard Ivan talking on the phone. Alfred’s parents had called and explained that they’d most likely be late to get Alfred from school. Alfred’s twin brother, Matthew, had been rushed to the hospital. Of course Alfred didn’t know that at that point.
As the call ended Ivan smiled softly. The older male’s sharp features looked good when he smiled, something he rarely did, especially not in class. So Alfred couldn’t help but feel lucky to have caught a glimpse of his teacher in such a cheerful mood. “Your parents will be a little late. But don’t worry, I’ll look out for you,” Ivan assured as he moved over, resting a bit against Alfred’s desk. “Would you like a lollipop? You were good today,” He praised with a small hum, Alfred smiling widely as he eagerly nodded. “Yes, please!” He told eagerly.
Ivan hummed and walked to his desk, pulling out a drawer. “Very well. Come pick one,” He urged, his tone sweet but still assertive. Alfred didn’t seem to mind, quietly standing and correcting his uniform shorts before walking up and reaching into the small box of lollipops.
“Don’t tell the others, alright?” Ivan told with a hum, Alfred silently nodding as he undid the wrapper and carefully placed it in the small trash can Ivan kept under his table. Ivan seemed content as he watched Alfred suck on the lollipop, gently petting his head, Alfred not seeming to mind. Truth be told the eight year old enjoyed the attention, not thinking much of it. Although it was a nice change from at home where Matthew was usually the focus because of his horrible health. Not that Alfred blamed his parents, he just missed feeling important. And for some reason, when he was with Mr. B he felt important. In fact, like the most important thing to Mr. B. Alfred smiled to himself at the thought.
Having gotten lost in thought he had allowed himself to get a bit messy. A string of sticky drool ran down his chin causing Ivan to lean over, drying the string of drool with a light blue handkerchief. Alfred took note of Ivan’s initials at the bottom corner. Ivan quietly snatched the lollipop, holding Alfred’s chin for a bit before caressing his lower lip, the young boys lips still parted.
Ivan admired Alfred’s parted lips for a bit, Alfred’s mouth more wet than usual because of the lollipop. So dang inviting. “Mhm, what a mess you made. How about I help you from now on?” The older male offered, raising his thick, pale brow as he smiled a bit. Alfred’s eyes were wide as he looked up at Ivan. The usually turbulent boy nodded quietly. “Sure,” He told, flashing a smile of his own, Ivan chuckling at the sight of Alfred’s missing baby teeth. He remembered when it had fallen out, mostly because of how proudly Alfred had showed him his front tooth.
Ivan quietly moved the lollipop back into Alfred’s mouth where he from then on administered it, smiling as he allowed the lollipop to twirl along on Alfred’s tongue while the eight year old was eager to taste as much he could, giggling at Ivan’s silliness.
Eventually Ivan handed the lollipop back as Alfred had almost finished it and Ivan had had his fun with watching. “Mr. B, what’s your first name?” Alfred asked curiously, noticing the small ‘I’ in front of Ivan’s last name on the name tag on his teachers desk.
Ivan smiled a bit as he watched Alfred, still caressing his head. “Ivan,” He informed, Alfred nodding a bit. “Can I call you that?” He asked curiously, Ivan smirking slightly.
“That’s a very intimate thing to do,” Ivan pointed out with a small grin, Alfred just tilting his head. He didn’t like when Mr. B used big words, mostly because he didn’t understand any of them. “Do you know what intimate means?” Ivan asked as he noticed Alfred’s confusion. Alfred stayed quiet although gently shook his head while looking down, his tanned cheeks growing slightly red.
Ivan smiled, tilting Alfred’s chin so they’d make eye contact. “It’s when you’re very close. Familiar with each other. Very good friends,” He explained with a smile. Alfred looked up at Ivan. He wanted to be Ivan’s friend. Alfred didn’t have too many friends in the first place, the school was still quite new to him. “Are we friends, Mr. B?” He asked, his shiny blue eyes filling with hope. Ivan thought a bit before nodding. “Yes. Very good friends. And good friends keep each others secrets, right?” He asked as he leaned down to Alfred who gently nodded, feeling a giddy feeling build in his stomach. Because Mr. B didn’t see him as a child. He saw him as his friend who he could share all his secrets with! Alfred felt quite cool in the moment, a smug smile finding its way to his lips.
Soon something else did too. Ivan was still holding Alfred’s chin when he pressed their lips together, Alfred’s eyes widening. “That’s our little secret, understood?” Ivan asked when he pulled away. Alfred was still surprised although he nodded, his cheeks slightly pink as he did so.
“That’s something you do with people who you’re close with. Some adults even use their tongue too,” Ivan informed, making Alfred scrunch his nose. He didn’t find kissing particularly appealing to begin with so the thought of adding tongue as well just messed with his mind. Where would the tongues even go? “Do you wanna try that?” Ivan asked with a small smile, although Alfred shook his head, something Ivan respected. “Perhaps another time then,” Ivan hummed as he moved Alfred over, cupping his cheeks. “Let’s try just one more kiss. No tongue,” The older promised as he caressed Alfred’s cheek.
Alfred shrugged a bit although shyly kissed back when their lips were connected again. Alfred was clearly inexperienced, but soon grew very needy, making Ivan chuckle when he pulled away.
The two didn’t engage much more that day as Arthur soon came to pick up his son. “Our secret, remember?” Ivan reminded Alfred as he was guiding Alfred out, the small blonde stopping with a grin and holding out his pinkie. “Pinkie promise!” He assured. Ivan chuckled briefly at the gesture although locked their pinkies, gently squeezing Alfred’s finger. “Pinkie promise.”