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Pavel was flipping through a daunting stack of papers as he sat behind his desk, they were all papers that he has to grade and sign, all piled up in his absence. The quiet of his office was soon broken by knocks at the door which then was pushed open by a tall barely 20 years old man who emerged from behind and greet pavel with a smile.
"Ouh, Pooh, come in," Pavel called, Pooh could hear the hint of relief slipping into his voice. Of all the students who could have shown up, Pavel was glad it was him, one of the best student who he had previously ask for help.
Pooh closed the door behind him before making his way to the chairs across from the mid 30s age professor. He sat down on one of them as Pavel gathered a portion of the papers into a neat stack.
"Thank you for coming to help me," Pavel hand over a thick bundle of ungraded tests. He let out a tired laugh. "I'd probably have to pull an all-nighter if I had to get through all of this alone."
As he spoke, Pavel passed him a copy of the marking scheme, tapping lightly on a few sections to emphasize key points. "I was away for a few days—family matters," he added and the student could see the tired stretch on his face, "Everything just… piled up."
Pooh glanced over the papers, then back at Pavel, and with a polite smile he said, "No problem, sir. I've got a free night anyway."
There was a short moment of shared understanding before they both turned to their respective stacks. They began to marking the papers in silence, full concentration on it to finish all of them as soon as possible. Every now and then, Pooh glance up to seek Pavel's opinion as he encountered an unclear answer which that the professor immediately help and explained one or two things about the topic that deepened the singular student's understanding.
As the hours dragged on, pavel could feel himself more rough up to keep his whole concentration on the papers. By the time he would usually be at home, having his me time to either just chilling at home or go to the gym. He would admit that staying late doing his job is demanding more from him than he was willing to admit. He rolled his shoulders once, feeling the tension deep in his muscles, before reaching up to loosen the knot of his tie. He tugged it free and let it fall onto the desk.
The top buttons of his shirt followed, undone let him breathe easier. A faint hum slipped past his lips as he leaned back for a second, savoring the really short get away from all works before returning to the endless stack of papers the next 10 seconds—completely unaware of the pair of eyes that had begun to linger on him a little too long.
Across the desk, Pooh had been trying to focus on the test papers in front of him. But it was getting harder by the minute that he began to question himself whether he was purposely taking a longer time to finish marking a paper just so he could stay in the professor office longer.
And he couldn't tell if the professor was doing it on purpose or if he was genuinely oblivious to his ability of looking hot while doing anything. Just like at the moment, he was just simply doing his works, but the way he was resting his head against one hand with that damn strands of hair, now beautifully a little messy as they sat on his forehead, sleeves rolled just enough to reveal his toned arms.
And now with his couple of buttons unattended, the visible cleavage between his damn big chest was the one staring at Pooh himself. The student felt like a pervert for looking at his professor in that way and he tried to respectfully not to look but it was distracting in the worst way possible.
Pooh sighed, he need a grip of himself.
Pavel looked up from his paper when he heard a loud smack, face confused to his student.
"Sorry, there was a mosquito." Pooh claimed as he rubbed his own cheeck that just slapped.
The professor took a quick glance around his office, more confused because he hadn't got beaten at all. But shrugged it off at the end because perhaps he was too focus on his works to notice.
Pooh watched as the professor corrected his grip on his pen and continued his works. he swallowed and forcibly dragging his gaze back down to the paper in front of him.
It has always been hard for him to focus on anything other than Pavel when he was in his sight. You could say Pooh actually a little bit too interested towards his professor, he wouldn't deny that.
would you blame him when his professor is so handsome and hot? that the said professor's name popped up more often than not in anonymous student forums? everyone was admiring and thirsting over him that sometimes pooh slightly feel jealous—
A sudden howl of wind rattled the windows, followed by a loud thunder that cut through the room. Both of them flinched slightly, their attention breaking as Pavel turned toward the window behind him, brows knitting together as he finally noticing the storm raging outside. "Ouh it's raining."
He stood opting to off the air conditioner in his room because the temperature has gradually went down due to the storm, as he walked past his desk, suddenly the room went dark.
Oh shit.
"Sir?" Pooh called, he quickly fumbling for his phone to use the flashlight. Thought he shouldve wait for the flashlight to come to life before searching for the professor so he wouldn't trip somehow in the sudden darkness. If only there werent for the two strong arms balancing him in time, he would've fall flat on the floor.
"Careful," Pavel said to him and the alarm in Pooh's head went off.
The professor's arms were holding him in place (tightly) long enough for him to regain his footing. Pooh straightened quickly, though his heart was still racing, "Sorry," he muttered, glancing at his phone as the flashlight illuminated Pavel standing just beside him, closer than he expected.
"I think the electricity went off," Pavel said and Pooh gave a small hum in agreement, then let out a sheepish breath.
"And… bad news. I didn't charge my phone."
That seemed to catch Pavel's attention. He leaned in slightly, glancing at the glowing screen. it was indeed 15% percentage left. "Maybe it's time we go home."
"But we still have a couple of stacks."
"It's fine," Pavel replied, already carefully walking back to his desk to pack his things, guided only by the flashlight of Pooh's phone."I'll handle the rest later." His voice softened as he flashed a smile to his student, "Thank you, Pooh. You've helped more than enough."
Pooh returned the smile, "No problem, sir."
With that being said, he unlocked his phone and opened his usual ride-hailing app, thumbs moving quickly across the screen. But instead of the familiar interface, an error message flashed back at him. He frowned, the same result come out despite all the refresh attempts he made.
"…Sir, another bad news."
Pavel looked up immediately, concern slipping into his expression as he paused mid-packing his stuff. "Is everything okay?"
Pooh let out a small, awkward laugh, lifting his phone for the professor to see, "I… can't call a taxi to go home. The app's not working."
For a moment, Pavel didn't answer anything, he seemed to consider something in mind. His gaze drifting toward the rain-lashed windows, the storm showing no sign of easing anytime soon. Then he made up his mind. "I can drive you home."
That caught Pooh off guard. "It's okay, sir—there's really no need. I can just wait it out or—"
"I'm the one who made you stay late," Pavel cut in, his tone calm as he finished packing his stuff and put on his bag, "I should be responsible and the least I can do is make sure you get home safely."
There wasn't much room to argue with that. Well, actually Pooh wouldn't argue with that. He simply nodded, trying hard not to make it obvious that he was getting excited to be sitting in one car with his professor, "…Alright. Thank you, sir."
They packed up the last of their things and stepped out into the corridor, the building was unusually quiet without electricity. By the time they reached the exit, the rain had intensified, pouring heavily against the pavement that force both males to dash to the car. And it was enough to leave them both somewhat drenched that their clothes clinging to their skin.
Once inside the car, Pooh quickly shut the door to avoid the water dampened the car before glancing over to his professor who who his bag at the backseat, "I'm sorry—your seat's wet because of me."
Pavel let out a soft chuckle as he started the engine, one hand pushing the damp strands of his hair from his forehead. "Don't worry," he said unbothered. "The one I'm sitting on is wet too."
Pooh just laughed at that, trying to shove away the fact that those words sounded a little misleading.
Pavel's drove once pooh shared his house location. The student occasionally stealing glances at the professor, admiring how insanely hot he was driving while being drenched like that. The white shirt he was wearing stick to his body and Pooh could see his bare chest through it—
The student look forward to road ahead, mentally screaming to himself to stop thinking about the damn chest.
and the rest of the ride continued with Pooh trying to stay sane while slightly shivering in the cold and pavel was silently drove unbothered.
The rest of the drive passed in silence as Pooh trying his best to keep his thoughts appropriate, focusing on the cold from his damp clothes instead as it slowly seeped in. He rubbed his hands together once, twice, and shivered from time to time that he stole glances at the air conditioner and lowered the one closest to him when he was sure the professor wasnt looking. Beside him, Pavel remained composed with his eyes on the road, somehow being completely fine as if the cold never bother him at all.
By the time they reached Pooh's house, the rain had softened than before, still pouring heavy but at least it wasn't a total storm just as previously. Pavel pulled up by the gate and shifted the pulled the handbrake.
Pooh let out a small with all his teeth, jaw locked as he fighting away the shiver, "Thank you for the ride, sir."
Pavel nodded, and about to respond but then paused as if he just remembered something, "Wait."
He leaned slightly toward the backseat, his long arm reaching for something at the back. Curious, Pooh turned as well, trying to see what he was grabbing. And once Pavel's fingers managed to grasped on a small paper bag, he turned back which caught both of them off guard as their faces were suddenly too close.
It was that close that Pooh could start counting the amount of Pavel's eyelashes. He also noticed the small droplets still clinging to his professor's hair. And would it be weird if Pooh's could feel the tip of his ears heated up when he could feel the warmth of the other breath despite the cold air around them?
pooh blinked, his breath stucked in his throat as both of them were stucked in that position a little longer than a second.
Then Pavel pulled back first, clearing his throat. "Sorry." He said as he placed the paper bag into Pooh's hands.
Pooh looked down at it, noting at the small box inside the bag, then back up towards the older's face. His face puzzled, "What's this, sir?"
"Some chocolate I bought yesterday," Pavel simply replied, his eyes were everywhere, looking at whatever that picked his interest so distract him from whatever just happened.
The student frowned, pulling out the box to look at it better. "But Valentine's was… like, last month?"
"Um… yes—"Pavel let out a short chuckle. He turned back towards the younger, "Does it look like a Valentine's gift?"
But the amusement in his face faded when he noticed the way Pooh was looking at him. Somehow the student look so serious. like almost too serious. that dead serious.
"Sir," Pooh finally said that had Pavel a little nervous, his fingers tightening a little around the box, "I think I’m ready to confess."
Pavel's eyesbrows furrowed, trying to figure out what was happening? what confession now? "Confess what?"
"About my feelings." Pooh continued, his voice dropping to a soft whispers. "If I don't say it now, I don't think I ever will."
"…Alright," Pavel said carefully. "Say what you need to say."
Pooh put the box on the dashboard, before his eyes returns to Pavel's and he leaned a little closer into the other's space. "I like you."
He said in a single breath and the professor's eyes went wide.
"And I'd… to have sex with you—wait sorry i dont even know if you're into men—," he added, stumbling slightly over his phrasing. "But I—",
"Pooh," Pavel cut in, his face concerned, clearly wasn't expecting to hear all of that from his student, one that's 15 years younger than him, "I'm your professor."
"And?" Pooh shot back almost immediately, then paused, his eyes squinted in a suspicious way towards the older, "…Wait. You are into men, right? I saw that g app in your phone once."
Pavel turned away as he run a hand over his face and exhaled, "Yes—but that's not the point. Don't you think I'm way too older for you?"
"Does age really matter when I'm already legal?" Pooh replied with a frown, his voice become quieter losing a little of the previous determination. "I'm 20."
"And I'm almost twice your age," Pavel said, his tone more firmly this time.
"But I really like you," Pooh insisted, a whine almost slipping through. "Can't you just… give me a chance? Just one night with me. Please?"
The professor shook his head, but before he could think of a respond for that, Pooh reached out and took his hand. Successfully making Pavel looked at him again.
"Please?," he said with those eyes that reminded Pavel of puppies, "Just one chance. If you prefer to never talk about it after that… then I would pretend that it never happen."
Both of them said nothing afterwards as Pooh waited for Pavel's respond and the professor was contemplating on it. He had actually sleep with someone who's younger than him (legal of course, he make sure of that) and someone who's older than him. So the real problem wasnt actually about Pooh being younger than him, the young male has a pretty face that would usually go to anyway, he just use the age just as an excuse. instead the problem centered more to the fact that Pooh is his student, and they meet frequently at the University.
Sleeping with your student. How scandalous.
Pavel exhaled slowly, his eyes drifting away for a moment as he think of the best way to handle the situation. He knew better. He could have said no and end this topic.
But in the end, he nodded.
Fuck it. He could only hope that both of them wont regret anything. he couldn't take back. "okay. just once."
Hearing that, the shift in Pooh's expression was immediate, his face glow with the obvious happiness. "Can I kiss you?"
Pavel was a little hesitated, he didnt know about Pooh but for him things were sort of awkward. Yet again he had agree with this so he decided to throw away all the hesitation and doubts. With one final sigh, his hand came up to the back of Pooh's neck, fingers settling there as he pulled the younger closer and met him in the middle.
The professor moved earnestly, kissing and licking on the pair of lips, hoping it would distract him from the thoughts that he was in fact kissing his student. While Pooh was a total contrast, he was frozen in place, as if he was stunted. After awhile, Pavel pulled back slightly, just enough to look at the other, noticing the tension in Pooh's posture as the boy was just staring at him, somewhat in awe. "Why are you so tense?" he murmured, slightly glaring at the other. "You asked for this, didn't you?"
He then leaned again, taking the lower lip in his. This time Pooh reciprocated it. He started slowly, testing and savoring the sensation, its like pooh was new to the feeling of having someone's lips on him. And Pavel could tell from the way Pooh was trying to match his pace, the lack of experience was evidence but as expected the boy was quick to catch up. He is one of his best student anyway.
The kiss deepened by the seconds, their hands subconsciously joined the moment, grabbing and holding on to each other as they got more urgent, losing themselves in each others. Even the sounds of the heavy rain outside, somehow becomes quieter, left just like a background noise both of them paid no mind.
But it was when Pooh's hand shifted, his fingertips brushing against Pavel's skin that the professor pulled instantly even as Pooh instinctively leaned after him, couldn't get enough of the other's lips. His daze eyes found the older's, who stare at him or more specifically he was inspecting him.
"You're freezing," he said, and his lips formed a thin line.
Pooh blinked, finally noticing the coldness seeping in his flesh again now that it is mentioned, "I—it's just a little cold? but I'm fine."
The thin line on Pavel's lips stretched more as he watched Pooh shivered. He then shook his head, the previous firmness returning to his tone. "No. You're not." He gestured toward the house. "Go inside. Take a warm shower first."
"But sir you agree just now to do that with me!",
"While you're freezing like this?," Pavel half groanned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I don't think so."
Pooh's expression shifted immediately into a frown with a pout he tried to hide as he turned away, frustration slipping through as he turned away, folding his arms. "Then I'm not going. I'll just stay here."
pavel gave his student a look, wasnt expecting pooh would pulled the long face. Unexpectedly, even to himself, a small laugh escaped him. He was actually, and genuinely getting amused at the stubbornness displayed in front of him. It wasn't fair that Pooh managed to look cute despite anything. He acted like a kid throwing tantrum when denied toys and Pavel couldn't help but feels funny despite how absurd it actually feels given the situation both of them were in.
"So," he said, glancing at Pooh with a raised brow, "you'd rather we do this in my car… or are we moving this conversation into your house?"
Pooh turned back to him, eyes widening slightly before a grin tugged at his lips. "My room," he said quickly, Couldn't fight the wide smile and the eagerness, "Let's go."
His hand was already on the door handle, all limbs moving like he might bolt out any second. But just before he pulled the handle, he paused and glanced back at Pavel, something mischievous glinting in his eyes.
"…But if this doesn't end up being a one-time thing," he mentioned, before adding with a grin, "can we… try it in the car one day?"
Pavel looked at him amused, he shrugged, "Go take a shower first. That's for me to decide...whether you're worth for me to keep coming back into your pants."
That had the student flutter, he didnt know his professor was capable of saying such words. "Okay." he said as he pushed the door open and stepped out into the rain. The pouring water hit him instantly, soaking his clothes through again. He waited for Pavel to come out.
They didn't say anything when their eyes meet, but somehow they think alike as they jogged toward the house at the same time through the rain drummed loudly around them. Pooh let out a short, breathless laugh midway and Pavel found himself letting out a quiet chuckle in return. Both heartbeat racing as they shared a little laugh between them while getting soaked in the rain.
Once they reached the door, both of them were damp again, hair down and clinging to their foreheads, clothes leaving droplets whenever they moved like a mark. Pooh fumbled slightly with the keys using his cold fingers, growing agitated by the second as the door wouldn't open. Finally, he unlocked the door and pushed it open for the older man to enter first.
When he opted to close the door, two strong arms pushed him towards the hardwood instead, making the door behind his back shut forcefully. Pavel's hands were on either side of his head, caging him in. The older man's gaze was hard, staring into Pooh's eyes, making the student swallow his own lump. He could feel himself getting hard at how close they were to each other.
"You're taking too long," Pavel's mouth crashed down hard on his, kissing him like he was starving, causing Pooh to struggle to catch up as Pavel's tongue swept into his mouth, tasting of the sweet candies he had when he was in the professor's office. Pooh moaned, his hands flying up to grip Pavel's waist, fingers digging into the wet fabric. He kissed back with a desperation that surprised him, his own tongue tangling with Pavel's, as he followed and learned the rhythm.
Pooh couldn't think straight as everything narrowed to the heat of Pavel's mouth as his lungs screamed for him to breathe, yet he couldn't pull away. He brought his hands higher, grasping at the hard line of the body that was pinning him in place.
When they broke apart, both of them were gasping for air, but the professor didn't wait a second before he started attacking his student's neck, which pulled a groan from him. Pooh craned his neck further as Pavel gently sucked, leaving little marks over the rain-salty skin.
"Go take a shower first," Pavel rasped, once he stopped ravishing the poor neck, keeping himself sated as their foreheads rested together. Pavel’s breath was hot on Pooh’s lips. "I'll wait."
Pooh swallowed, his fingers gripping Pavel's back tighter. "Wouldn't it take too much time for us to shower separately?"
The professor snickered at that remark, and he let his student pull him towards what seemed like the bathroom. Both of them barged in through the door, and this time Pooh was the one cornering Pavel against the wall, tapping on the shower just above their heads before his hands eagerly explored the other.
"Getting bolder now?" Pavel cooed and let Pooh explore his body, one hand on his chest, fingers slipping behind his wet shirt.
"You seemed interested in my chest?" Pavel mentioned as he began unbuttoning the remaining buttons. Pooh flustered at the tease, his eyes raking over the now bare chest, wet with water running down the perky curve, his fingers lightly squeezing the skin there.
His hands then slowly pushed the shirt off Pavel's shoulders, letting it fall just before the elbow. His palms slid up his professor's bare torso, feeling the firm muscle and the heat of his skin. Water from the shower began to steam the room, clinging to their skin as they breathed heavily.
"Don't just stare at it," Pavel whispered, his fingers teasingly dancing over Pooh's stomach under the drenched shirt.
Pooh swallowed as he lowered his head, his hands grabbing Pavel's sides and pulling the professor toward him until he was face-to-face with that damn chest he had been ogling for what felt like forever.
It has always been his fantasy.
And without a single thought, he put his face right on the cleavage and pressed his lips against it. The skin was warm and soft, and Pooh couldn't help himself but hold the other tightly as he smoothed him with kisses. Then, a hand held the back of his head as Pavel pushed his chest firmly against the younger man's face.
"Take it in," Pavel murmured when Pooh's lips were close to his nipple.
The student pushed his tongue out, slowly licking against the bud. He repeated this twice before fully taking it into his mouth. Pavel sighed, fingers combing Pooh's wet hair back. "Good. Now use your tongue and suck."
Pooh did as he was told. He circled the nipple with his tongue, then suckled on it lightly. A pleased small gasp escaped Pavel, somewhat close to a moan. The professor was surprised by how quickly the boy managed to turn him on with just his mouth and tongue, to the point that he began to feel embarrassed at how good his student was. Keeping those thoughts at bay, he pushed the student's head harder, offering more of his chest, which Pooh began to suck harder, his mouth becoming more confident and eager.
Pavel's free hand went to his own belt, and the clinking sound of the buckle followed. He made quick work of it and his zipper before shoving his trousers and briefs down in one rough push, letting them pool at his ankles. His cock sprang free, full and heavy now as it curved upwards towards his stomach.
Pooh stole glances, his eyes dreamily appreciating the beauty of the naked body in front of him, void of any threats except for the soaked shirt clinging stubbornly to his arms. He had never thought he would see his professor, hard and flushed, and so blatantly aroused just for him while they were alone in his own house.
He stopped his ministrations on Pavel's chest, his gaze locked lower when he felt a hand cupping his crotch.
"Help me take this off," Pavel whispered, and Pooh pulled away immediately, taking off his white shirt first, then undoing his belt.
Pavel pulled him close once he was finally stripped bare, kissing his shoulder and neck, and Pooh did the same as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Pavel's hand slipped to grasp Pooh's half-hard member, which he hummed at the size he felt around his palm while the student hissed at the sensation.
He caressed the head lightly, letting his fingertips tease the foreskin down to the glans. Pooh's breath hitched at the mini treatments, yet he moved to kiss Pavel's neck, his body twitching when Pavel's palm massaged his head.
The older man leaned in to whisper, just close to his ear, "Ever had someone touch you here?" It was a little obvious that Pooh didn't know what he was doing, that he was a virgin to everything and was subconsciously depending on Pavel for guidance.
"No."
Pavel chuckled, fisting the other a little faster, which had Pooh gripping him harder. "You know I always avoid doing virgins."
He preferred someone who was experienced enough, as he wasn't one to enjoy vanilla sex that much. He needed to be fucked pretty and raw. But with how quickly Pooh was getting used to it all, he was getting excited to find out how well the student could perform with his very much bigger than average asset.
Pooh's eyebrows furrowed together when they finally looked at each other. It was as if he was about to whine, but a moan came out instead. Its sound was pleasingly needy and raw, and Pavel was enjoying every second of it. "But you said you'd give me a chance."
He took his own member and fisted them together, sighing when their cocks slid against each other in a hot, sticky union. "I didn't say I'm walking away from this. But maybe I have to teach you a thing or two."
Pavel quickened his pace, and they moaned at the rush of sensation which the running shower couldn't deafen their voices. Pooh then connected their lips, all tongues out, and his hands were back on Pavel's chest, fingers fiddling with the nipples.
In the middle of it, The professor stopped abruptly when Pooh started twitching uncontrollably, ripping away the orgasm he was about to have. The student turned to him, confused and panting which Pavel just laughed it off as he tapped off the shower. The absence of the running water cause a profound silence between them, only their ragged breathing could be heard. "That's so you could last longer and keep up with me."
The student glared at him which was amusing for the other who kissed his cheek as an apology. Pavel could hear a small grumble before he was pulled through the house by a hand gripping his wrist. They reached a bedroom with a bed in the middle of it. Before the thoughts of he is really going to do it with his student come back again, he was pushed, lowkey thrown, onto the bed by his student. Though he paid no mind to the roughness as he was actually into being manhandled.
The student was quick to be on top of him while those deep-set eyes stared down at him without a word. Pavel could feel the wetness from their bodies seeping onto the mattress beneath him as Pooh took his time admiring the beauty of his professor. His hands gently caressed Pavel's thighs, then spread them gently to make space for himself as he kissed Pavel's face, almost like worshipping.
Pooh's mouth returned to Pavel's chest. He kissed the dip between the pectorals down to the clean-shaven pubic region, with his tongue tracing the lines of muscle. His hands moved up Pavel's sides, feeling the firm ridges of his ribs, caressing them gently to his hips, gripping them to pin Pavel beneath him, to which the professor arched beneath him like a silent invitation and encouragement for him to do more.
"You're so beautiful, sir," Pooh breathed out the words that muffled against the heated skin.
Pavel's hands came up to frame Pooh's face, pulling him up for a proper kiss. It was deep and open-mouthed, their tongues fiddling with fierce hunger. Pavel could feel Pooh's own length sliding against his inner thighs; the head was coated in fluid that smeared against him, driving a fresh bolt of heat straight to his groin. He broke the kiss only to guide Pooh's head down again, lower, past his stomach.
"Here," Pavel instructed, his voice thick with uncontrollable need now, "Try this too."
Pooh's eyes stared at Pavel's cock, now beads of clear fluid gathered at the tip. His eyes followed as one bead trailed down the length, glistening on the skin in the dark room. And once the trail stopped at the gland, he lowered his mouth, just a soft press to the head at first.
He then licked the drop of precum away, flattening his tongue as he explored the taste and the heavy feeling of it against his mouth. Once getting used to it, he took more of it into his mouth, sucking lightly, copying what he'd done to Pavel's nipple.
Pavel's hips lifted off the bed, a small, involuntary thrust that caught the student off guard, but Pooh was able to pin him in place by the hip. He looked up towards his professor, whose face was now a little flushed, eyes hooded as he looked down at him.
"Take it deeper. Use your hand, too," he urged, his fingers reaching out to caress Pooh's jaw.
Wrapping his hand around the base, Pooh took the head into his mouth again, then slowly and carefully allowed more of the length to sink in. He gagged slightly as the head collided with the back of his throat. Yet he pulled back and then tried again; his rhythm was visibly awkward, but Pavel patiently let him do it at his own pace. His own breath came in short gasps, silently taking in the sight of his inexperienced student trying so hard to please him. It was unbearably hot and managed to turn Pavel on badly.
Pavel pulled his legs closer to himself, his thighs spreading apart to form a wide V on Pooh's sides. "Do you have lube?"
Pooh nodded when he pulled away, wiping his mouth, and the next second he got off the bed and went to the closet, rummaging before coming back with a half-empty bottle of clear lubricant. "Is this enough?"
Pavel nodded as the boy settled back between his legs. One of his hands moved, passing his own length, gesturing toward his exposed rear. "So I assume you've never fingered someone?"
Pooh shook his head, but his eyes gleamed with determination at the mention of the act. "But I've seen it in porn."
"There's a huge difference between watching and actually doing it." Pavel chuckled, "Put that lube on your fingers and finger me yourself. If you want it, then you have to earn it."
"Alright, sir," Pooh agreed. He coated a generous amount of the lube between his fingers, making them slick and shiny. He then brought his index finger to Pavel's hole, gently nudging and circling, giving it an experimental little push.
The professor just waited as Pooh was taking forever; it was obvious that the boy was hesitating. He started contemplating whether to assure the boy that a little hurt is fine or just patiently go with his flow. That was until Pooh finally pushed all of it out of the blue.
Pavel let out a hard breath, a sharp "hah" that was a result of surprise. His body tensed for a second with the intrusion, then relaxed into the new sensation.
Pooh was quick to apologize, his face flushing deeper. "Sorry! Was that wrong?"
Pavel moved his hip a little, a simple roll to make himself comfortable while accommodating the finger. "Just move your finger."
Pooh quickly obeyed. He began with a slow and shallow in-and-out motion, just like what he had normally seen in those adult videos, careful as he was scared that the older man might get hurt in the process. He was glad for the lube that made the motion smooth, but his technique was painfully awkward nevertheless, as he was still hesitating.
Pavel silently watched him, trying to stay focused and do his best, as if loosening Pavel was the top priority, even though his own cock was visibly hard, neglected against his bare stomach. For someone who was packed with that size, Pooh being a total virgin was insane.
"More lube," Pavel instructed, taking pity on the other and deciding to guide him instead. "And add another finger."
Pooh pulled out, pouring more lube onto his hand, and returned with his index and middle fingers together. This time, he pressed both fingertips against the tight ring of muscle slowly. Pavel breathed out, staying relaxed as Pooh pushed the two fingers in. It was a fuller stretch, a more significant breach that had Pavel's head tilted back, his throat exposed as a low groan escaped him.
"Good. Now… curl them." Pavel's voice was strained with pleasure now, his hips moving on their own to chase any friction of pleasure. "Search for it. You'll feel a… a softer spot inside."
Pooh moved his fingers deeper, and the room started to be filled with the slick sounds as he probed until he could feel it. His eyes widened. "Here?"
"That's it," Pavel gasped. His hips jerked slightly. "Press there. Rub it."
Pooh did. He pressed the pads of his fingers against that internal bundle of nerves, and Pavel's entire body reacted. A shiver at first, his body trembling as a shot of pleasure coursed through him, making his cock twitch and his toes curl. "Ah yes… like that. Now move them both, in and out, while you press."
With all the guidance and Pavel's reactions, Pooh's movements became more coordinated. He managed to set his rhythm at the right pace and knew when and where to curl and press. Each stroke sent waves of heat through Pavel's core. His own hand went to his cock, stroking himself slowly, matching the pace of the fingers inside him.
Pooh watched, mesmerized and breathless, as Pavel pleasured himself. The professor's face showed ecstasy, his eyes shut tight and his lips parted, as his breath came in ragged pulls.
"Another," Pavel moaned. His command was close to becoming a plea.
Pooh added in the third and sped up his fingers, the thrusts becoming more assertive by the second, and the slick, wet sounds grew louder. Pavel's prostate was being stimulated relentlessly now, each pass sending jolts of pre-cum dripping from his tip. He stroked his own cock faster as mewling sounds left his lips.
"—Stop.... E-enough!" Pavel said urgently, the words coming out broken. His grip on his own member was tight, holding back his orgasm.
Pooh's fingers had still in him, actually, his whole body stayed still as his eyes remained locked on Pavel and only Pavel, who lay so exposed on the bed, face red and eyes brimming with tears while his whole body shook and shivered.
After a moment, Pavel stretched his arm, his legs closing behind Pooh's as he gave a little push towards him, "Come here."
The student got on top of him properly as Pavel pulled him closer by his back, and he nuzzled his head into the crook of Pooh's neck. It almost felt like an innocent cuddle, as Pavel was all over him like a cat, except for the way Pooh's cock was achingly hard and flushed against Pavel's perineum. Hell, Pooh could feel Pavel's rim twitch against the base of his length.
Pavel left little kisses on his shoulders. Nosing Pooh's neck, he then whispered just inches away from Pooh's red ear, "Put it in."
Pooh shifted, one arm bare beside Pavel's head while he used the other to reach for his dripping length between them. He aligned himself, cock twitching when his head pushed a little at the now soft rim.
Pavel gasped, his toes curling at the feeling of his own hole stretched to accommodate Pooh's size. Only the head was in. While the student sighed, his forehead flushed against Pavel's collarbone, breathing hard and bearing the feeling of how tight it was, he thought he was ready for it, but maybe he wasn't. He shifted his hand to hold onto Pavel's waist before he pushed the rest in, fully sheathing himself.
The arms around him hugged him tighter as he started to move, his hips grinding in a small circle that had Pavel sucking in his breath. He hooked his legs higher around Pooh's waist, his thighs spreading wider.
Pooh began to pull back shortly before pushing back in. The slide was slick and smooth, tightening their hold on each other as Pooh picked up his pace, and Pavel began to moan close to his ear. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Pooh's cock as it slid into him.
Pooh grunted, holding Pavel tighter as the professor's body jostled every time he hit home. A broken moan escaped Pavel, his head falling back, neck exposed, and Pooh buried his face there, inhaling the faint perfume that mixed with sweat.
They could hear the bed creaking under them, becoming one with their breathless sighs and moans as Pavel dug his nails into Pooh's shoulders. His mouth fell open in a silent cry, his body clamping down in a sudden, involuntary spasm when Pooh impossibly slid deeper, making Pooh see stars.
"Fuck," Pooh groaned, his hips stuttering. "Sir... it's too... tight," to which Pavel just replied with a moan, his hips moving, grinding to get his student moving again with a cry.
He let his hands roam all over Pooh's back and towards his ass, giving a little push. "Don't stop...," he hissed when Pooh's cockhead brushed against that particular spot deep inside. A lightning bolt of pure pleasure shot through him. "There! Ah—. There, Pooh."
Pooh set his rhythm, deepening the pace that focused on the spot his professor mentioned. The slick and wet sounds of their joining filled the room again, and with each thrust, he went a little further, a little harder, adjusting the angle while watching how Pavel's breath hitched and his back bowed off the bed. He was utterly captivated by the play of pleasure as Pavel's lips, now bitten red and swollen from his own teeth, parted to release more sinful, breathless moans. His eyes, which usually filled with confidence when he was in the center of the hall, were now glazed, with pupils blown wide with pleasure. His own cock, ignored and aching, leaked profusely against his abdomen with each rock of their joined bodies.
The student adjusted himself, planting his feet more firmly on the bed and leveraging his weight to hammer into the older man while focusing his aim for that spot. He pulled back, almost all the way out, until just the swollen tip of his cock remained seated within that clinging heat. Then he drove back in, deep and hard, repeating the motion that had the professor moaning and cursing louder.
The older of the two could feel his balls and stomach tighten, and Pooh was probably close too as he took hold of Pavel's poor cock and began fisting it. Pavel's moans were beyond screaming, his legs kicking as if he were subconsciously trying to get away (not that he wanted to) as everything became too much. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt everything go south, including the urge to pee that he couldn't hold back.
Pooh stopped everything the moment Pavel's whole body spasmed violently as he orgasmed. Fluid erupted from him in a hard burst that coated both of them with semen. The student was stunned, frozen by the sheer force of it, somewhat worried too for the other.
"Fuck," Pavel slurred with a cry, visibly overstimulated and embarrassed, "It won't stop." He whined, his hips twitching as more fluid leaked out, the color becoming translucent by the second as he tried to hide himself by weakly turning around.
Pooh's own arousal was painfully at the edge. He took a shaky breath before he rasped, "Should I pull out?"
Pavel weakly looked up at him. His eyes were red-rimmed with tears, his lower lip trembling. He shook his head lightly before fully bracing himself while on all fours. "Inside."
Fuck. Pooh was well aware of how pretty his professor was, but he wasn't prepared for how beautiful he could be in this state of utter vulnerability and raw need, being on all fours, presenting himself, ready just for Pooh to take.
He couldn't hold it anymore. With a guttural groan, he slid back into Pavel's warmth, catching his own orgasm on the re-entry. The tightness of the slick channel, still pulsing from his own climax, welcomed Pooh with a clinging pressure as if it had its own mission in milking Pooh dry. Pavel cried out again at the overstimulation, a sound that bordered on pain, but his hips pushed back, moving against Pooh's hip.
Pooh buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as he let everything out, filling the space he had claimed with his release. He hugged Pavel, resting his forehead against Pavel's hard shoulder, as both of them caught their breath in ragged gasps.
Gently, Pooh shifted them both until they were lying more comfortably on the bed with Pavel partially draped over him. It was a short moment of silence, just them semi-cuddling with each other, calming down from the frenzied pursuit, until Pooh decided to ask.
"So... do I pass?" Pooh asked with a smile. "Am I going to be that kind of teacher's pet?"
That earned him a tired look from Pavel. The professor let out a long sigh before carefully untangling himself and shifting onto the mattress beside him. "Later," he muttered. "I need a break first."
Pooh laughed softly, turning onto his side to face him. "Can we do it again? Like round two?"
Pavel shot him an unimpressed glance. "I'm old, and you just made my prostate burst. Let me at least sleep."
The student only looked more amused by that response. He moved closer anyway, slipping his arms around Pavel’s waist without much resistance from the older man.
"Okay, okay," Pooh said, still smiling. "We can sleep first. But let's do it again this morning?"
Pavel groaned before he turned onto his side, facing away from the student, attempting to end the conversation before Pooh could continue teasing him any further.
But Pooh only followed closer. The younger man rested his head lightly against Pavel's back, with his arms loosely around his middle. His eyes closed as he kissed the sweaty back while murmuring sweet goodnights that Pavel purposely ignored, despite a faint smile appearing on his face due to the clingy act coming from the younger man.
He might have been skeptical about this whole indulgence between him and his student at first. But now that he has had a taste of the younger man, there is no way he would be satisfied with just one night. He knows that this moment was certainly the first but couldn't be the last.