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"That's it for today everyone. Don't forget your essays are due next week." Khonshu concluded the class. The students started packing in a hurry, already talking about their weekend plans or complaining – not quietly enough to be discreet – about the assignment.
Marc swung the bag over his shoulder, following Steven to the exit. For a second he thought he’d be left alone today, but his relief was short-lived.
"Ah, Marc, stay for a moment, would you?" The teacher called after him.
Shit.
Steven turned by the door, giving him a questioning look. Marc swallowed. Schooling his face into a small smile to ease the other's worry. Khonshu was keeping him after class suspiciously often after all.
"Go on. I'll catch up in a bit." Marc waved him off and waited until Steven disappeared in the hallway, before locking the door.
His hands were already sweating a little in anticipation.
"Come here, pet." Khonshu beckoned and the boy shivered with a whiplash of emotions. Humiliation, frustration, lust.
"I told you not to call me that." With his back still to the professor, he tried to will the heat away from his cheeks.
"But that's what you are, my dear boy."
Old creep. If Marc wasn't doing this for Steven, he'd kick the man in the balls for even looking at him wrong. But he couldn't risk the teacher ruining Steven's grades out of spite, he needed it for his internship.
"Should I remind you why you're here again?" The man asked, amused by Marc's discomfort.
"I know!" Marc finally turned from the door, stomping in the direction of the teacher's desk. And if his pants were quickly growing too tight at the sight of that bastard lounging in the chair with his legs spread in an invitation, Marc would chalk it up to puberty and hormones buzzing in his body.
The boy sank to his knees a bit too fast, making himself wince in pain and frustration as the man chuckled, looking down on him.
"Eager, aren't we?" He purred in that deep, booming voice of his.
The answer was an ambivalent feeling, so he kept quiet, opting to get on with their business as fast as he could. Marc grabbed for the belt buckle, opening the man's slacks with an embarrassingly practiced ease. They did the same old song and dance many times already. Too many for Marc's liking and yet here he was.
Marc thought about reporting this many times, but what would he even say? That after months of getting fucked by his p rofessor – a fucking god of sex, as much as he hate d to admit it – he was suddenly tired of coming all over the school property? How tragic for him.
He was as much at fault.
And all this so his brother could get a recommendation letter from the man who hated him. Because Khonshu wasn’t shy about showing it and Marc hated him in return for it. More than for anything the man ever did to him really, because he could never imagine anyone hating Steven, nor could he forgive it.
Maybe it was a trick to get to Marc in the first place and if so, it worked. But as long as they had the deal, Khonshu would put his hatred aside, Steven would get the recommendation and Marc? Marc could pretend he was being forced to do this and have an excuse to satisfy his own needs.
Pulling Khonshu's already half hard dick out, he couldn't help an irritated growl in the back of his throat. The man was big, annoyingly so and Marc entertained the thought of biting him many times.
He was almost hard, which made Marc’s job easier as he wrapped his lips around the head, already familiar with the taste of Khonshu after a whole day of lectures.
A hand curled into a loose fist in his hair. Guiding him gently, but intently, until he took the whole length in, and not letting go until he gagged a bit.
Marc’s wet eyes looked up to glare, but seeing the pale gray irises of the man’s eyes – it was a mistake. Those eyes made him feel unwell. Judging, superior, gazing deep into and through his soul. Feeling seen scared him, the twisted intimacy of it made him shudder and the boy quickly ducked his head, knowing that he had lost the confrontation. Khonshu didn’t comment, but Marc was well aware of the smug smile on the teacher’s lips.
Khonshu nudged his fancy boot between Marc's legs, making the latter moan with sudden pressure on his erection. The boy didn't stop his ministrations though and only moved closer, seeking friction, despite how embarrassed he felt about this.
"You're so desperate, my pet. It's alright, you can move your hips." With the man's mocking premission, Marc did. The newfound pressure brought it to his attention and now he needed it so badly, he almost didn't care how pathetic he looked.
With Khonshu's foot planted firmly on his heel, the boy could thrust against his sole, seeking blissfully rough friction. With his lips still wrapped around the other man, his little groans sent vibrations down Khonshu's length.
"Aren't you adorable, humping my leg like a little puppy. Maybe I should get you a collar and leash next time? Yank on it and make you choke. Yes, you'd like that." It wasn’t even a question and Khonshu's taunting was getting Marc even more riled up. Fuck yes, he'd like that, even if he'd never say it out-loud. He was grateful for a dick down his throat, muffling his noises as his hips stuttered from pleasure.
Sensing his student getting close, Khonshu moved his foot away. Marc couldn’t help, but whine at the loss.
“Pants off and on your back.” The professor nodded to the desk.
Marc pouted, but followed the command, fast and efficient, refusing to make it a show for the man watching. Then sat on the desk awkwardly, the wooden surface felt cold against his heated skin.
Khonshu appraised him appreciatively, before placing his hand on the boy’s chest and pushing him to a lying position. In an instinctive attempt to protect his vulnerability, Marc’s legs followed the movement, bent tightly at his knees.
Which apparently was what the man wanted as he grabbed Marc’s ankles, his palm big enough to circle both. The boy was confused for a second, before feeling the wet head of Khonshu’s cock nudge between his thighs.
The sight had Marc inhaling sharply. Seeing it poke above his stomach, drove home the visual of just how deep his professor’s dick would be penetrating him. He should have been happy Khonshu was fucking him intercrural, it’d be quicker that way. But. But Marc knew what it felt like inside and since he was already here. . . he wanted it.
“Can you get to it already? I don’t have all day.” The boy hoped in vain that his snarky tone would mask the true intent.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to fuck you so bad.”
“I don’t- ah!” Khonshu pinched his thigh and Marc was cut off by his own pained yelp.
“Why don’t you stop lying to yourself and ask for it like a good boy, since you ‘don’t have all day’ hmm?”
Marc’s cheeks burned, chastised and embarrassed, but his cock twitched and smeared more precum on his stomach, clearly enjoying the little games they played.
Khonshu had to give credit, where credit was due, because Marc held out longer than he would have expected him to. One thing he learned about the boy was that he’d rather do anything, than ask or admit something he wanted.
But stubborn as he was, he could only last so long, before worrying his bottom lip raw and fighting with himself to get the words out.
“. . .P-please. . .”
“My dear boy, you know that won’t do.” Khonshu admonished softly, enjoying immensely as the other squirmed underneath him.
Marc nearly growled. “Please, Sir.”
“That’s better, but try again. Tell me exactly what you want.” Khonshu pushed, making sure to bump his dick against Marc’s as he moved between his firm thighs.
“Nghh, please, f-fuck me, Sir.” He whimpered at last, throwing an arm over his eyes in an attempt to save whatever was left of his dignity.
Taking mercy on his student, Khonshu let go. Marc’s thighs fell open, letting the man see just what was poking from between the perfect globes of his ass.
“Did you sit through all the lectures with this in?”
Marc’s averted gaze and the deeper flush of his cheeks was an answer on its own.
Khonshu ran his fingers over the base of the plug. Silver metal depicting a full moon; just like the ones on his own cufflinks. It was the very toy he gifted Marc, but could rarely force him to wear. What a delightful surprise. “Naughty boy, couldn’t wait to have me inside, huh?”
The student scoffed, but his voice lacked venom, too embarrassed and aroused to do more than talk back out of habit. “Don’t flatter yourself, old man. Just wanted to be ready to get it over quicker- ahhng!”
Khonshu pulled at the base of the plug suddenly, making Marc grip at the desk and drawing a barely stifled moan out of him.
The toy slipped out with barely any resistance and Khonshu put it aside to admire the boy’s wet hole, gaping slightly from the loss of plug. He pushed two digits in and they went easily.
“S-stop teasing, dammit, I’m ready.” Marc complained.
Khonshu was bigger than the plug, but Marc liked a bit of pain. As the older man pushed in, he bit on his knuckles to keep quiet. They were still in the classroom after all. Someone could hear if Marc got too loud and he couldn't trust his voice, when the slow, delicious stretch was making pleasure coil in his gut.
Wasting no time, Khonshu started fucking into him roughly. Unforgivingly hard desk would leave Marc's back and tailbone sore and no doubt bruised. The teacher pinned his hands above his head, rendering him helpless to push him away. And every cell in Marc's body wished he could, when the man leaned down. Crushing his torso and latching to his neck and ear as he whispered filthy, backhanded compliments that made the boy's skin crawl. It also caused Marc's cock to leak harder against his stomach. He felt disgusting for enjoying this, for allowing this, but it felt so good, so right. This was what he deserved, to be fucked senseless by his perverted history teacher. The man who had laid one look on him and knew right away what a pathetic slut Marc was and just how to get him to submit.
Marc was embarrassed and humiliated, but the feelings only spurred him on. He got off on feeling like this and got ashamed of being like this, which made it an endless circle of arousal and self loathing. He was a lost cause. He needed this, Khonshu was the only person who truly saw him for what he was and was able to scratch that itch bothering him since he could remember.
A quick slap pulled Marc out of his thoughts. The man's free hand squeezed the boy's jaw, angling it to look in Khonshu's eyes, as he blinked away the foggy confusion of his slightly dissociative state.
"Am I boring you, Marc?"
"No, I just-" Marc swallowed.
"How ungrateful of you. Your body belongs to me, but that doesn't mean your mind can roam free in the meantime. I'm doing this for you, not to you, don't you forget."
Maybe if he was a bit less out of it, Marc would argue or bark back something witty, but he was too far gone for it now. He was tired and so damn close.
"Sorry, Sir. . ." He said, sounding small even in his own ears.
Khonshu looked at him for a long moment scrutinizing him under his piercing gaze, but he sighed.
"I forgive you, my son, but pay attention." The man finally said, loosening his grip on Marc's jaw and picking back up the rough pace.
Marc's back arched, head thrown back with the resumption of pleasure.
"T-thank you, Sir." Slipped from his lips, along with a pathetically obscene moan.
Seemingly satisfied with his submission, the teacher claimed his lips, stealing his breath and near suffocating him with his tongue. Marc cried out into the possessive kiss, tasting the inside of Khonshu's mouth as he did his. Heady feeling came over his senses again and it took all the concentration to not slip away again.
When the man finally pulled back, Marc's lips felt swollen and his eyes glossed over, but he was there, looking attentively for instructions, praise, scolding, anything he'd get.
"Open your mouth."
And Marc did, letting his tongue roll out and drool a little.
Khonshu spat in his mouth. "Swallow."
Marc should have felt grossed out or appalled, but he didn't. Despite his rebellious nature and attitude. This felt right. To be taking orders, being used. He was good for it, so he obeyed.
"That's my good boy." Above him, Khonshu cooed. "I think you deserve to come."
Pleasant warmth and relief was almost enough to make him. "Yes, please, please, Sir."
He was close and aching again and it was easier to not care about his shame like that. He'd deal with embarrassment and self-loathing later, for now he needed the release.
The professor wrapped his hand around Marc’s dick, jerking him off with intent as he matched the rhythm of his thrusts.
“I-I can’t- close- I’m gonna ahh-” The boy was almost sobbing with pleasure.
“Then come for me, son.” Khonshu ordered and Marc let go, eyes rolling back as he came with the man’s name on his lips.
Seeing him like that, Khonshu’s own orgasm followed suit, his hips stuttering, before finally burying himself balls deep and marking Marc’s insides.
They stayed like that for a long moment. The boy was splayed out on the desk, his curls framing the flushed face, eyes closed and expression free of his usual scowl, if only for a moment. Khonshu wanted this view burned into his retinas forever.
When his cock grew soft, the man pulled out and slid the moon surmounted plug back into his student’s used hole, before pulling up his trousers with his clean hand.
"You've made a mess, pet. Clean it." Khonshu held out his hand palm up, covered in Marc's seed. The boy pushed himself up on his elbows and blushed all over again, but still blissed out he didn't have it in him to argue. So he lapped up the come. Few months ago he'd gag at just the thought of doing it, but even if he still didn't like it, he got used to the taste well enough by now.
When he was done, the teacher praised his efforts. "Good boy."
Marc wiped his mouth with his sleeve, hastily pulling his pants up and wincing at the wet, gross sensation of the man's release that dripped out of his ass before being plugged up. He ignored it, pretty sure he’d have to discreetly toss all his clothes in the laundry basket anyway.
He risked a glance at Khonshu, the man was sitting on the desk, not a fold of clothing out of place, his satisfied smirk the only indication of what just happened.
“You should become my assistant.”
“What?” Marc frowned.
“You’d have an excuse to stay after class with me more often.”
Marc turned already at the door, gripping the handle harder. “I’d rather meet with you as little as possible, thanks.”
"You say that, but you keep coming back for more." Khonshu said with a shrug, but more than a jab, he was simply stating a fact.
Marc ignored the swirl of emotion stirring in his chest and left, slamming the door behind him.