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Mr Nolan walked into his classroom,M5,today was miserable,it was raining,he missed his train,ironic considering he would tell the kids off for such a mistake,his face was straight, a sad haze among his gaze.He dropped his bag hard on the carpeted floor of the classroom and sighed,just wishing the day which had barely started would end.That was until a certain someone entered his classroom,Mr Parkinson,Mr Nolan heart skipped a beat.Mr Parkinson was someone he would gaze at hoping one day he'd be noticed but math and music don't mix.Or do they. Rain tapped on the window and the air on the room felt gentle,like the presence of Mr Parkinson calmed him,
"Is everything alright?" Mr Parkinson asked with a face worried,oh that cut face how much Mr Nolan loved it
"Yes just, distracted"Mr Nolan sighed, unknowing how to react with his crush in the room.Mr Parkinson walked towards his,Mr Nolans heart fluttered,his face rose into a slight grin he could've stop,Mr Parkinson lifted Mr Nolans chin,their faces inches apart
"What's distracting you?"Mr Parkinson said,his gentle Tone mixed with worry and the enjoyment of watching Mr Nolan try not to blush,he has noticed Me Nolan averting his gaze in the staff room, staring from afar,Mr Parkinson knew Mr Nolan liked him,and honestly,Mr Parkinson liked him too,their breaths mixing as Mr Parkinson brought Mr Nolans face to his and they kissed tenderly,neither pulling back
Feeling the grin that pressed itself against his lips, a sweet shyness enveloped him, his fingers reaching to gently card through the thinning hairs laying atop of the man’s head
His lungs felt restricted, tight and heavy
Warmth wrapped around his waist, he didn’t mind, he couldn’t mind when the man he had fell deeply in love with was mouthing him
His eyes twitched, (when had he ever closed them?) lashes fluttering. The second they peered open he was met with a devilish grin
“I knew it,” Mr Parkinson cooed into his ears, arms wrapped around him and carelessly dragging him closer. Bodies pressed tightly together
Mr Nolan was seemingly loosing all sense of self control, his hand dropped, his thick sweaty sausage finger pressed itself against withered lips, “shut up”
A thrilling yelp was ripped from his throat when sharp teeth bit down, a fuzzy feeling erupting inside of him
“Hmm, so cute, you’re so red and all we’ve done is kiss” Mr Parky purred, head dropping to nuzzle against the thick yam that was Mr Nolan’s neck
Mr Nolan couldn’t help it, he really couldn’t. It wasn’t his fault.
Rolling his hips upwards, he shuddered a breath, boney fingers suddenly gripping his meaty hips, Mr Parkinson grinding against him
Mr Nolan couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. All he felt was pleasure, a fuzzy warmth clouding his head, his pants tight, they didn’t feel tight when he had left his cold apartment?
“Why don’t I fix that problem of yours?” Mr Parkinson growled,
And suddenly,
He could feel the chill of the whiteboard rub against his chest, gleaming lights reflecting in such a way it daunted him
A hand thrifted through his pants, a claw, long and thick, dragging itself against his waist
“Filthy, such a filthy boy”
Mr Nolan wanted to disagree, he wanted protest but his throat felt restricting, he felt powerless
He whined, breathless and shaken but still a whine
Mr Nolan knew it was cold, he knew it since last night, too tired to do anything other than stare unmoving at the weather app
It had started drizzling whilst he was jogging (as best as he could) to the train station, he had thought it would’ve been fine, that it would only be light
Although, his shirt, now soaked and desperately clinging onto his damp skin was completely see through
His legs were cold, thick hairs standing up. The window was open, breathing in the chilling bite of winter
He didn’t know how his pants had been stripped off, all he could focus on was the heat in his abdomen
“Good boy, be quite” Mr Parkinson had whispered into his ear before his boxers already soaked with pre cum, were slid down, fully exposing his lower half
He shivered, feeling hands spread his legs, an embarrassment flushing over him
He was sure he looked utterly filthy, his back bent as he was pressed against the whiteboard getting his legs spread open
Mr Nolan’s eyes widened, a hitched whine shuddering out as he felt a finger running against the rim of his hole.
Needy.
One could describe him as that, desperate even.
He wouldn’t necessarily disagree.
Swallowing down the lump in his throat, he wetted his lips, pushing his back out as he allowed the older man to push in his ring finger
He whimpered, arms trembling as he tried to grip the whiteboard, being penetrated was a feeling he was not ready for
It slid inside of him, slowly, running against his walls before it rode out, prodding against him. In and out.
Mr Nolan could feel the heat intensifying, shivering as his eyes clenched together, basking into the pleasure
Soon, another finger joined it. Scissoring him open, pushing against his walls.
“Gonna fill you good” Mr Parkinson stated, shooting a string of saliva onto Mr Nolan’s hole, his fingers rubbing it in before they retracted.
Mr Nolan was red, red and panting as his body shook, he didn’t know if he was prepped enough but he was also not experienced enough to know
Mr Parkinson muttered under his breath, wiping his fingers against his trousers before finding his belt, stripping himself off
He couldn’t be bothered, deciding to only take out what was needed. Fishing out his member
It was long, thick, veiny and incredibly hard, pulsing even
It made Mr Nolan draw in a breath, he could feel his heart thundering in his chest, knuckles pressed weakly against the whiteboard
A whine scratched through his throat, feeling the prodding of his hole as he desperately arched himself forward
Me Parkinson huffed, hands clamped onto his hips as he gingerly pushed himself inside, “Fuck so tight for me”
He could feel heat around his cock, walls tight and pulsing around him, oh god he was going to die in this math class
Rocking into the man, Mr Parkinson huffed, wetting his lips before he
bent, teeth grazing the younger man’s neck, sharp fangs piercing down
Brows furrowing, his tongue lolled out, saliva flowing down as he moaned. Eyes rolling back as he rolled his hips, begging for the man to move
Thrusting forward, Mr Parkinson pushed in, groaning, hot breath batting from his lips. He busied himself with making large purple splotches on the soft skin of Mr Nolan
Mr Nolan whined, needing him to be pounded, used and abused like a slut
And maybe the man had heard him, because he felt a forceful push, his stomach bloating as he felt his ass burn
It was rough, rough and a painful slowness
One that rocked him as he babbled, tears blurring his vision while he hiccuped, begging senselessly for more, for anything
It ruined,
It took him apart, ripped his pride and soul it stripped him of his shame and dignity
And he didn’t mind because it felt so good and it hurt so good and
BAM!
The door was kicked open
And if the school had an assembly about inappropriate usage of classrooms, they wouldn’t be able to explain themselves