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Okuto is happy. He swears he is. He's friends with Hirose and they've only grown closer. Slowly but surely, Okuto even managed to grow less awkward around his crush. Okuto's heart still fluttered whenever Hirose flashed that easy smile, but he thought he managed to keep control of his feelings pretty good now.
One day he would confess his feelings. Since they were now friends, he was sure he had a better chance.
That illusion shattered on a humid day at school. It was after PE class had ended. Okuto had ducked into the gym stock room to grab a forgotten water bottle. He was rummaging near the back shelves when the door creaked open. Familiar voices filtered in. Hirose's light laugh, followed by the deeper timbre of Sou Otogiri, their homeroom teacher.
Okuto froze, heart pounding. He slipped behind a stack of folded mats, peering through the narrow gap. Hirose and Otogiri-sensei stood just inside, the door clicking shut behind them. He could slap himself. Why did he hide? He was about to come out and greet Hirose when suddenly Otogiri cupped Hirose's jaw and pulled him into a fierce kiss.
Okuto's mouth dropped open in shock.
Their tongues met with a wet slide, Hirose parting his lips eagerly as Otogiri's mouth claimed him. Okuto's breath hitched. He pressed deeper into the shadows, palms slick against the mat's edge. This couldn't be happening. Surely this was just another one of his nightmares? He pinched himself, hoping to wake up. Hirose moaned softly as Otogiri's hand slid down to grip his ass through his pants, Okuto feels a twist of nausea.
In response, Otogiri shoves him back against a shelf of basketballs, which rattled but held. He yanks open his tracksuit pants, freeing his cock. Hirose drops to his knees without hesitation, eyes locked on the teacher's erection like it was the only thing in the world.
Okuto's mouth goes dry. He shouldn't watch. He should run. Search for the principal so their teacher can get fired. But his feet wouldn't move, and his gaze stays glued to the horrifying scene unfolding just feet away.
Hirose leans in, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip. Precum beading there, and he swirls his tongue around it, savoring the salty taste. He pulls back then and eagerly parts his lips, drool already pooling on the extended muscle. He grips the cock base firmly. Hirose's eyes are trained on their teacher as he shamelessly slaps the cock head on his tongue repeatedly. Once, twice, the wet smacks echoe sharply.
Otogiri groans, threading fingers through Hirose's hair. "Don't tease, Aiki."
Okuto jolts in shock. He's on first name basis with him?
"Sorry." Hirose lets out a breathless laugh. "You're so easy to tease."
His lips stretch wide as he takes the head inside. He sucks greedily, cheeks hollowing, saliva already dribbling down his chin. The wet slurps fill the cramped room, obscene and rhythmic. Okuto's cock twitch in his pants, betraying him.
Hirose bobs his head, taking more with each pass, until his nose brushes Otogiri's pubic hair. He doesn't even gag. Hirose's hands grip Otogiri's thighs for leverage.
"Fuck, that's it," Otogiri hisses, hips bucking shallowly. "You're too good at this."
Okuto's hand tremble as it drifts to his zipper. He hates himself for it. His jealousy burns like acid, Hirose's moans twisting the knife in his heart deeper. But the sight was intoxicating: Hirose on his knees, so vulnerable, so devoted. Okuto freed his own erection, smaller and achingly hard, and stroked slowly, biting his lip to stifle his breaths.
Otogiri's grip tighten in Hirose's hair, guiding him faster. The sloppy sounds grow louder. The boy looks wrecked, blissful, utterly lost in pleasuring the man who'd stolen what Okuto had only dreamed of.
With a strained curse, Otogiri pulls Hirose off. "Enough. On your back. I need to taste you."
Hirose scrambles up, shedding his pants and underwear in a rush. He lays down on a pile of gym mats, hooking his arms behind his knees to pull his legs up. His pink hole draws Otogiri's gaze like a magnet. The teacher kneels in front of him.
"Look at you," the man who should have his teacher license revoked murmurs, thumbs parting Hirose's cheeks. "So eager for my tongue."
He dives in without preamble, tongue lapping broad strokes over Hirose's entrance. Hirose arched, a velvety moan spilling from his lips. "Sensei—ah, yes, right there..."
Okuto hates this. So it wasn't just his imagination as he feared. Hirose's crush isn't onesided at all. As he watches Hirose's model long legs being held up by the boy, as he hears the velvety moan roll off Hirose's tongue when the teacher continues eating him out, he is ashamed when his own cock starts straining against his pants. It’s almost bewitching to see them this way. The boy he loves at his most vulnerable, entirely exposed, uncaring that his life could be ruined if someone were to find out about this.
Otogiri rims him thoroughly, tongue circling the rim before pushing inside, fucking in and out with wet thrusts.
Hirose's held-up legs start trembling. Soon his moans grow higher and more broken.
"Sensei!" Hirose cries out, body convulsing as Otogiri's tongue pushes him over the edge. Cum splashed across his chest in thick ropes. Otogiri didn't let up, licking him through it until Hirose sobs from overstimulation.
Finally, the teacher rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He positioned his cock at Hirose's entrance, slick with spit. "Ready for the real thing?"
Hirose nods, eyes glazed. His chest heaves, abs slick with his own cum, but he unhooks his arms from his knees and spreads his legs wide in invitation.
As their teacher slowly inserts his cock inside him, Hirose throws his head back, tongue loling out of his mouth.
Otogiri-sensei has no shame. He looks like he doesn't care that Hirose is his student.
It doesn't look right.
Otogiri bent over Hirose, Hirose's smaller legs kicking out fruitlessly as their teacher takes what he wants, his bigger form almost dwarfing Hirose. The teacher thrusts deeper, bottoming out with a grunt, his hips flush against Hirose's ass.
The pace builds quickly. Hard thrusts that makes Hirose's body jolt with each impact. Hirose's breathing snags into sobs, desperate gasps for air as their teacher keeps on fucking him. He clutches at the man’s shoulders, turning his face against his neck. Okuto sees the tears rolling down his flushed face as he babbles, “You're so deep-won't last long, I can’t…!”
Their teacher kisses him; there’s barely any room for refusal as Okuto sees his tongue pushing into his student's mouth.
Hirose sinks his nails in his shoulders; he is writhing. High, whimpering noises escape his throat, broken by pants as the man starts kissing his neck.
Look at me, Okuto thinks desperatedly, his hand still wrapped around his cock, Hirose please look at me.
They're not looking at him.
Otogiri's hips snapped forward, balls slapping against Hirose's ass with wet smacks, the room filled with the lewd symphony of skin on skin and Hirose's escalating moans.
Okuto comes anyway, before either of them do. Ropes of cum spilling over his fingers, his free hand clamped over his mouth.
"Sou!"
Hirose's body goes taut, thighs flushed to the man’s waist. He clutches the teacher, his entire frame quivering. The man presses to him, the loud rasping of his exhales tampering off as both bodies strain together.
Then Hirose goes slack; his head thuds back as he gasps shakingly for air. Otogiri let out a long, satisfied breath, easing to a stop but staying buried fully inside, his weight still pinning Hirose down. Okuto can track the heaving motion of his shoulders as they stay still for a moment.
Otogiri finally pulls out with a wet pop, Hirose's hole gaping slightly.
"What about him?" He asks.
"Hm?" Hirose asks.
"Nakamura," the teacher says. "You said he likes you, right?"
Hirose... knows?
Hirose laughs. "I don't care about that. He's just a friend."
Just a friend?
Okuto wakes up with a jolt, sheets twisted around his legs. Sweat-drenched in his own bed. His phone light up with a notification. Trembling, he grabs it.
You're still coming over to study, right? - Hirose.
Okuto collapses back against his pillow, a shaky breath leaving him.
“I thought…”
A broken laugh slips out as he wipes away his tears.
"Of course it wasn't real."
He swallows, staring at the ceiling.
“Hirose isn’t like that.”
