#057. Scales
#057. Scales, Donghae/Kyuhyun
Fic: 14/100
A/N: Beta-ed by trixteratheart
“Tch!” Kyuhyun scoffed when he got his test back, the neat black numbers of his calculation overlaid with red marks. “You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered. He took one look at the grade scribbled atop his paper and shoved the offending object into his binder. Glancing up, he caught sight of the teacher chatting happily with one of the students and narrowed his eyes into a glare.
What the hell was this? He was a math genius for god’s sake! Technically, he should’ve been taking college math courses by now, so what gave the lowly high school math teacher the right to mark him wrong when he was so obviously right? A first grader could see that x=764. And to write ‘See me after class’? Where did he find the audacity to do that?
As you could guess, Kyuhyun spent the rest of the period in a sour mood, dark clouds nearly visible over his head. And while his teacher somehow managed to completely miss the displeasure that was being emitted by Kyuhyun, the surrounding students definitely felt the freezing draft and were getting nervous. When the bell finally rang, it didn’t take too long for everyone to clear out. There was not a person who didn’t know of Kyuhyun’s legendary temper (though none had witnessed it) and they all knew better than to be around when the boy exploded.
It took no more than a minute for everyone to exit the room, a mad rush that nearly trampled a few of the smaller students. When the last of them finally disappeared, the door snapping shut behind them, Kyuhyun got up from his desk and stomped to the front, shoving his test in the seated teacher’s face.
“How the hell do you scale this thing?” Kyuhyun snarled, making his displeasure evident. “From what I see, I got close to nothing wrong and I still failed. That would mean everyone else completely bombed it, right?”
Lee Donghae didn’t answer, merely peering up at the teenager with his large soulful eyes and a lost expression. Kyuhyun felt his resolve falter a bit.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” he said softly, and the gamer felt his anger drifting away. “Kyuhyun-ah, I’m sorry.”
“Does sorry fix my grade?” Kyuhyun snapped, trying to regain some of his previous indignation. He was angry, he had to remind himself. He was angry. But when Donghae’s eyes started to glitter with a sheen of unshed water and his bottom lip jutted out in a sad frown, Kyuhyun knew he was fighting a losing battle.
“Ah! I didn’t mean to-I just…can you fix my grade?” he ended grudgingly, internally berating himself for being so weak. The teary eyes instantly disappeared and a bright smile replaced the pout.
“But don’t you know, Kyuhyun?” Donghae chirped happily. “You got a perfect score.”
The young man raised a brow, glanced at the test he was holding, and then back at the teacher. “Does this look like a hundred?” he asked in disbelief. “Because if it does, then you really need glasses.”
“Nooo….” Donghae drawled out, slowly rising from his seat. A lazy smirk spread over his lips. “But you do.”
Kyuhyun stared at him after he said that, expression deadpanned, and shook his head. “Are you serious? That’s the best you have?” he scoffed, annoyed. “I get better lines from that sleaze that always hangs out by the school gates.”
The teacher’s face immediately darkened, his eyes narrowing into slits. “He hits on you?” he questioned carefully. “And you like it?”
Exasperated, Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Did I say that?” he asked. Placing his palms on the desk and leaning forward so he could feel the light brushes of air from the man’s breath. “You get jealous way too easily.”
With a small pout, Donghae stole a quick kiss before sitting back down. “Is it my fault I have the most perfect boyfriend ever?” he whined.
“Sure, if you forget the fact that I’m underage and your student,” the math genius replied snarkily, trying not to sigh. “Now if you fix my grade, maybe I’ll give a compliment as well.”
Donghae’s eyes started to water again at the sarcasm and Kyuhyun had to resist the urge to slam his head against the desk. Just who was older here? “You’re so mean” the teacher wailed pathetically. “You don’t even like me, do you? You’re just using me for amazing, unforgettable sex!”
Kyuhyun gasped sharply and threw a panicked glance at the closed door. “Hae!” he hissed, attempting to shush the older man. But Donghae was too far gone in his self pity to notice, continuing to babble about all of their sexual exploitations and how it was the only reason they were together.
“Hae! Seriously!” When it invoked no reaction, Kyuhyun was left with no choice but to shut his lover up by slamming their lips together in a finesse-less kiss.
Donghae responded enthusiastically as his hands rose up, one to tangle in silky black hair and the other to grip around Kyuhyun’s hip in an attempt to pull him closer. When the boy yelped in pained protest due to the desk edge ramming into his thigh and the awkward angle he was bent, Donghae took advantage and slipped his tongue in. A small moan escaped Kyuhyun’s lips despite the uncomfortable position he was in as the teacher expertly stroked his tongue and lulled the muscle into his own mouth so he could teasingly nibble at it.
Fingers somehow un-tucked the crisply pressed white shirt and slid underneath. The teenager could feel Donghae’s smirk against his lips when he involuntarily shuddered at the feather light touches fluttering over his abdomen.
“You’re a manipulative bastard,” Kyuhyun hissed, breaking away. His pale face was flush, breath rapid.
“What? Lil ol’ me?” Donghae blinked innocently, caressing the skin along the edge of the student’s pants.
“Yes, lil ol’ you!” Kyuhyun snapped, shoving the hand away. “We’re in school, you know.” A sly smile spread over Donghae’s reddened lips; and as Kyuhyun stormed back to his desk to pick up his backpack, the teacher made his way to the door and snapped the lock shut with a flick of his wrist.
Hearing the loud click, Kyuhyun stiffened and turned around slowly. His widened eyes met mischievous ones and he could feel the dread suddenly build up.
“Hae!” he exclaimed, watching the said man approach him. His knapsack fell to the ground with a loud thud and he took a step back. “Hae!”
“Yes, Kyu?” Donghae cooed maliciously. “Do you have a question?”
Kyuhyun shook his head and scooted around a few desks to get further away from the teacher. “I know what you’re doing, Donghae!” he said, his voice pitching up slightly in panic.
The shorter man cocked his head innocently. “What am I doing?”
“I still have classes after this, Hae! I can’t do this right now! I’m going to be late! I’m going to-fucking bastard!” Kyuhyun swore when his back hit the chalkboard.
“Tsk, tsk,” Donghae tutted with a shake of his head as he hooked his fingers onto the chalk tray on either side of Kyuhyun and boxed him in. He looked up at his student coyly. “Such a dirty mouth. We need to clean it out.”
Kyuhyun snorted and half heartedly pushed at the man’s chest. “Compared to where your mouth’s been, I gotta say mine’s pretty clean,” he said, eyes flickering worriedly to the door before refocusing on his boyfriend.
This action did not escape Donghae’s attention, and with a small chuckle, he pressed himself against Kyuhyun, pinning him against the chalkboard, and started kissing the boy’s swan like neck. Fortunately for him, Kyuhyun always wore his shirt with the first two buttons undone and his tie slack. “Are you worried,” he murmured, sucking and licking at the pale skin, “that someone might walk in?”
Involuntarily, a low groan escaped from the gamer’s lips as the Donghae worked on a particularly sensitive spot above his collarbone. “To say the least,” Kyuhyun somehow managed to answer, trying to stay rational. “Now will you stop?” Even to his own ears, his protest sounded weak.
“Why would I want to do that?” Donghae asked, hooking his fingers through Kyuhyun’s belt loops. He yanked forward and grounded their hips together, causing the younger to gasp in surprise, his head snapping back to bang against the chalkboard.
“Donghae!”
“Actually…” the teacher trailed off, leaning up to capture Kyuhyun’s lips. Being the hypocrite he was, Kyuhyun reacted immediately, gaining dominance after a short clashing of tongues and teeth, his hands gripping the front of his lover’s shirt tightly.
Breathlessly, Donghae broke away before it got any further. “Actually…” he repeated, his voice huskier than before, “…I want you to call me seonsaengnim.”
Kyuhyun started at the request. “Are you serious?” he asked, still trying to catch his breath. But one look at the hooded gaze told him that his boyfriend in fact was, and Kyuhyun shook his head resolutely. “Absolutely not” he hissed, eyes once again flickering toward the door. “I shouldn’t even be here right now, let alone dealing with your kinks. In fact, I am going to go. Right now. So if you could just - oooohh…”
As he was talking, Donghae somehow managed to slip his hand down Kyuhyun’s pants, his finger’s wrapping around the boy’s cock.
“If I could just…what?” Donghae inquired with an innocent tilt of his head as his hand made quick work and pumped Kyuhyun until he was fully hardened.
“If you could just…just…oh god,” Kyuhyun mumbled incoherently as he tried not to moan.
“Hmmm?” The teacher gave an extra hard squeeze and Kyuhyun had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep himself from crying out. His hips thrust forward instinctively and his head slammed against the chalkboard.
“Stop-stop teasing, Hae,” he panted shakily, voice muffled by his palm.
Abruptly, Donghae stopped his ministrations, eyes narrowed as they regarded the younger man and Kyuhyun let out an impatient whine when Donghae removed his hand.
“What now?” he asked desperately, mentally debating if he should just grab the man and fuck him before someone walked in.
Donghae slipped his leg between the boy’s thighs and pressed against Kyuhyun’s clothed erection, causing any rational thoughts, well, any thoughts at all, to fly from his head.
“What are you supposed to call me?” the teacher questioned softly.
“I’m not going to do it,” Kyuhyun said stubbornly.
A sly smirk spread over Donghae’s lips and he leaned in, tongue flicking over the shell of the student’s ear. “Really?” he purred, grinding himself against the taller boy.
Kyuhyun’s resolve to not play along quickly disappeared at the friction and he gasped, “Seongsaenim!”
“Mmm, now that’s a good boy,” Donghae murmured, nibbling at Kyuhyun’s earlobe. “Now if you continue following my rules, you might just get rewarded.”
Kyuhyun growled in frustration and roughly shoved the teacher back. Not only did he want a release, but they were in school, damnit! They didn’t have time to play around, not with the risk of someone passing by and knocking at any moment. “We don’t have time for this, Lee seonsaengnim,” he said sarcastically. “Did you forget we are in school?”
“Not at all,” Donghae answered as he leaned against his desk, watching Kyuhyun advance at him. “That’s what makes this so much fun.” He flicked out his tongue, licking his bottom lip, and Kyuhyun felt his cock twitch.
Suddenly feeling very frantic, Kyuhyun grabbed Donghae by his tie and mashed their lips together. Fingers flew over buttons, clumsily yet quickly undoing them, revealing a tanned, perfectly toned torso, as hands slid over skin, mapping familiar territory. He palmed Donghae’s erection through his suit pants and the man mewled into the kiss, arms going up to wrap around Kyuhyun’s neck as his body arched up.
“Damn I want to fuck you, seonsaengnim,” Kyuhyun breathed, pulling away to attack the teacher’s jawline.
A moan fell form Donghae’s lips and his eyes fluttered shut. “What’s stopping you?”
“I wonder,” Kyuhyun muttered. But even as he answered, his hands found their way to Donghae’s belt buckle, unthreading the leather and unzipping the zipper. He shoved the trousers and accompanying underwear off of Donghae’s hips and started to fumble with his own pants.
“Here, let me,” Donghae whispered, replacing Kyuhyun’s hands. He returned the favor and Kyuhyun hissed slightly when the cold air hit his erection.
Their lips met once again and they rocked against one another, skin on skin, muffled moans and gasps.
“Hurry up,” Donghae murmured into the kiss, deftly wrapping a leg around Kyuhyun’s waist and complying, Kyuhyun lifted the other leg and pressed Donghae against the chalkboard, positioning him right above his cock.
“You know this-”
“Just do it,” Donghae interrupted urgently, nails digging into Kyuhyun’s shoulders. Needing no other encouragement since they were after all in school, Kyuhyun tightened his grip on Donghae’s hips and plunged himself into the shorter man, groaning as the tight warmth enveloped him.
Donghae gasped at the sudden invasion, temporarily muted by the pain.
“You okay?” Kyuhyun asked worriedly, littering his face with kisses. But as experience had taught him, it was best to keep moving, so as soon as he adjusted, Donghae rolled his hips, earning a throaty moan from the student.
“I’ll be fine once you move,” he said cheekily and Kyuhyun wasted no time, pulling out and thrusting back in at an exact angle, hitting the bundle of nerves that would have caused Donghae to scream from pleasure if Kyuhyun had not clamped his hand over the teacher’s mouth just in time.
Donghae bit down on the gamer’s fingers as Kyuhyun quickened the pace, each thrust hitting his sweet spot. A hand dropped down from the still clothed shoulder and wrapped around his own neglected cock, pumping in time with the fast rhythm Kyuhyun had set.
“Oh god, Hae,” Kyuhyun grunted as he nipped at the teacher’s sweaty shoulder, feeling himself close to the edge.
Donghae said something muffled in reply and biting hard enough to break skin, he reached his peak and came hard, completely staining the front of Kyuhyun’s shirt. It only took a few more thrusts for Kyuhyun to follow, and he came, silencing himself on Donghae’s shoulder.
For a moment they stayed like that, but Kyuhyun barely had the strength to hold himself up, feeling his legs shaking. So carefully, he pulled out as Donghae unwinded his legs and found the floor again.
“That…was fun,” Donghae grinned, collapsing onto his chair. Glaring, Kyuhyun leaned against the chalkboard.
“You’d say that,” he commented with a frown. His hand suddenly throbbed with pain and Kyuhyun lifted it to eye level, examining the very evident bite marks. “You nearly broke skin.”
“Ahh, but I didn’t,” Donghae said in a mellow tone, turning in the chair.
Kyuhyun snorted and shook his head. “But I didn’t,” he mimicked sarcastically, glancing at the clock. And then it hit him. He was at school. And he was late. Very, very late for his next period. “SHIT!” he swore, scrambling for his pants. “Do you know how late you made me?” He paused in the middle of redressing himself to give a very pointed look at his boyfriend who merely smirked lazily in reply. “More than half the period’s over already!”
“Don’t worry so much, Hyunnie,” Donghae chirped, leaning back with a perfectly content expression.
“Don’t worry?” Kyuhyun repeated incredulously. “Don’t worry? This coming from the man who decides that it’s a great idea to spontaneously have sex in school, comes all over my uniform, and is currently sitting naked at his desk? You do realize someone can still walk in any minute, right?”
Eyes sparkling mischievously, Donghae shrugged. “Well, I’ll just tell them that we were having a private biology lesson.”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun scoffed, trying to tuck his shirt in as fast as possible, “like that’s not the lamest excuse ever. I’m sure it’ll go over really well with the principal. Now get dressed and write me a pass.”
The teacher waved a hand dismissively and bent over to pick up his boxers. “Don’t worry about the pass. Mimi will understand,” he said while slipping the piece of clothing back on. He turned around and gathered up his trouser and tie. “Oh! And be a good boy and tell him that I’ll be expecting him tonight, okay?”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes as he jogged to the other end of the classroom and picked up his forgotten book bag. “What? This not enough?” he asked.
Buttoning up his shirt, Donghae winked and blew him a kiss. “You know how I am.”
“Yes, I do.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Zhou Mi was in the middle of a rather impressive speech about the benefits of learning Chinese when Kyuhyun attempted to sneak into the classroom.
“Kui Xian, how nice of you to join us!” he announced pleasantly, immediately catching him. The boy stiffened and turned slightly, allowing Zhou Mi to catch sight of the questionable stain, half tucked shirt, the fact that his hair was a mess, and the purple kiss marks that peeked out from beneath his starched collar.
Their eyes locked and for a moment, Zhou Mi’s darkened lustfully before turning back to their original cheerful brown.
“Kui Xian, I think I need to see you after class,” Zhou Mi said softly, the undertone of dark promises going unnoticed by the class who were by now whispering among themselves.
Holding back a sigh, Kyuhyun nodded, having heard the innuendo and knowing exactly what it meant. “Of course…lao shi.” The Chinese man’s eyes darkened hungrily once again when he said those two words and Kyuhyun swallowed thickly. Why was everyone so horny today?
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I started this in September and it only took forever to finish......I kinda just gave up in the end. lol. However, there is going to be a prequel when I finally get around to it.....
Fic: 14/100
A/N: Beta-ed by trixteratheart
“Tch!” Kyuhyun scoffed when he got his test back, the neat black numbers of his calculation overlaid with red marks. “You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered. He took one look at the grade scribbled atop his paper and shoved the offending object into his binder. Glancing up, he caught sight of the teacher chatting happily with one of the students and narrowed his eyes into a glare.
What the hell was this? He was a math genius for god’s sake! Technically, he should’ve been taking college math courses by now, so what gave the lowly high school math teacher the right to mark him wrong when he was so obviously right? A first grader could see that x=764. And to write ‘See me after class’? Where did he find the audacity to do that?
As you could guess, Kyuhyun spent the rest of the period in a sour mood, dark clouds nearly visible over his head. And while his teacher somehow managed to completely miss the displeasure that was being emitted by Kyuhyun, the surrounding students definitely felt the freezing draft and were getting nervous. When the bell finally rang, it didn’t take too long for everyone to clear out. There was not a person who didn’t know of Kyuhyun’s legendary temper (though none had witnessed it) and they all knew better than to be around when the boy exploded.
It took no more than a minute for everyone to exit the room, a mad rush that nearly trampled a few of the smaller students. When the last of them finally disappeared, the door snapping shut behind them, Kyuhyun got up from his desk and stomped to the front, shoving his test in the seated teacher’s face.
“How the hell do you scale this thing?” Kyuhyun snarled, making his displeasure evident. “From what I see, I got close to nothing wrong and I still failed. That would mean everyone else completely bombed it, right?”
Lee Donghae didn’t answer, merely peering up at the teenager with his large soulful eyes and a lost expression. Kyuhyun felt his resolve falter a bit.
“Kyuhyun-ah,” he said softly, and the gamer felt his anger drifting away. “Kyuhyun-ah, I’m sorry.”
“Does sorry fix my grade?” Kyuhyun snapped, trying to regain some of his previous indignation. He was angry, he had to remind himself. He was angry. But when Donghae’s eyes started to glitter with a sheen of unshed water and his bottom lip jutted out in a sad frown, Kyuhyun knew he was fighting a losing battle.
“Ah! I didn’t mean to-I just…can you fix my grade?” he ended grudgingly, internally berating himself for being so weak. The teary eyes instantly disappeared and a bright smile replaced the pout.
“But don’t you know, Kyuhyun?” Donghae chirped happily. “You got a perfect score.”
The young man raised a brow, glanced at the test he was holding, and then back at the teacher. “Does this look like a hundred?” he asked in disbelief. “Because if it does, then you really need glasses.”
“Nooo….” Donghae drawled out, slowly rising from his seat. A lazy smirk spread over his lips. “But you do.”
Kyuhyun stared at him after he said that, expression deadpanned, and shook his head. “Are you serious? That’s the best you have?” he scoffed, annoyed. “I get better lines from that sleaze that always hangs out by the school gates.”
The teacher’s face immediately darkened, his eyes narrowing into slits. “He hits on you?” he questioned carefully. “And you like it?”
Exasperated, Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Did I say that?” he asked. Placing his palms on the desk and leaning forward so he could feel the light brushes of air from the man’s breath. “You get jealous way too easily.”
With a small pout, Donghae stole a quick kiss before sitting back down. “Is it my fault I have the most perfect boyfriend ever?” he whined.
“Sure, if you forget the fact that I’m underage and your student,” the math genius replied snarkily, trying not to sigh. “Now if you fix my grade, maybe I’ll give a compliment as well.”
Donghae’s eyes started to water again at the sarcasm and Kyuhyun had to resist the urge to slam his head against the desk. Just who was older here? “You’re so mean” the teacher wailed pathetically. “You don’t even like me, do you? You’re just using me for amazing, unforgettable sex!”
Kyuhyun gasped sharply and threw a panicked glance at the closed door. “Hae!” he hissed, attempting to shush the older man. But Donghae was too far gone in his self pity to notice, continuing to babble about all of their sexual exploitations and how it was the only reason they were together.
“Hae! Seriously!” When it invoked no reaction, Kyuhyun was left with no choice but to shut his lover up by slamming their lips together in a finesse-less kiss.
Donghae responded enthusiastically as his hands rose up, one to tangle in silky black hair and the other to grip around Kyuhyun’s hip in an attempt to pull him closer. When the boy yelped in pained protest due to the desk edge ramming into his thigh and the awkward angle he was bent, Donghae took advantage and slipped his tongue in. A small moan escaped Kyuhyun’s lips despite the uncomfortable position he was in as the teacher expertly stroked his tongue and lulled the muscle into his own mouth so he could teasingly nibble at it.
Fingers somehow un-tucked the crisply pressed white shirt and slid underneath. The teenager could feel Donghae’s smirk against his lips when he involuntarily shuddered at the feather light touches fluttering over his abdomen.
“You’re a manipulative bastard,” Kyuhyun hissed, breaking away. His pale face was flush, breath rapid.
“What? Lil ol’ me?” Donghae blinked innocently, caressing the skin along the edge of the student’s pants.
“Yes, lil ol’ you!” Kyuhyun snapped, shoving the hand away. “We’re in school, you know.” A sly smile spread over Donghae’s reddened lips; and as Kyuhyun stormed back to his desk to pick up his backpack, the teacher made his way to the door and snapped the lock shut with a flick of his wrist.
Hearing the loud click, Kyuhyun stiffened and turned around slowly. His widened eyes met mischievous ones and he could feel the dread suddenly build up.
“Hae!” he exclaimed, watching the said man approach him. His knapsack fell to the ground with a loud thud and he took a step back. “Hae!”
“Yes, Kyu?” Donghae cooed maliciously. “Do you have a question?”
Kyuhyun shook his head and scooted around a few desks to get further away from the teacher. “I know what you’re doing, Donghae!” he said, his voice pitching up slightly in panic.
The shorter man cocked his head innocently. “What am I doing?”
“I still have classes after this, Hae! I can’t do this right now! I’m going to be late! I’m going to-fucking bastard!” Kyuhyun swore when his back hit the chalkboard.
“Tsk, tsk,” Donghae tutted with a shake of his head as he hooked his fingers onto the chalk tray on either side of Kyuhyun and boxed him in. He looked up at his student coyly. “Such a dirty mouth. We need to clean it out.”
Kyuhyun snorted and half heartedly pushed at the man’s chest. “Compared to where your mouth’s been, I gotta say mine’s pretty clean,” he said, eyes flickering worriedly to the door before refocusing on his boyfriend.
This action did not escape Donghae’s attention, and with a small chuckle, he pressed himself against Kyuhyun, pinning him against the chalkboard, and started kissing the boy’s swan like neck. Fortunately for him, Kyuhyun always wore his shirt with the first two buttons undone and his tie slack. “Are you worried,” he murmured, sucking and licking at the pale skin, “that someone might walk in?”
Involuntarily, a low groan escaped from the gamer’s lips as the Donghae worked on a particularly sensitive spot above his collarbone. “To say the least,” Kyuhyun somehow managed to answer, trying to stay rational. “Now will you stop?” Even to his own ears, his protest sounded weak.
“Why would I want to do that?” Donghae asked, hooking his fingers through Kyuhyun’s belt loops. He yanked forward and grounded their hips together, causing the younger to gasp in surprise, his head snapping back to bang against the chalkboard.
“Donghae!”
“Actually…” the teacher trailed off, leaning up to capture Kyuhyun’s lips. Being the hypocrite he was, Kyuhyun reacted immediately, gaining dominance after a short clashing of tongues and teeth, his hands gripping the front of his lover’s shirt tightly.
Breathlessly, Donghae broke away before it got any further. “Actually…” he repeated, his voice huskier than before, “…I want you to call me seonsaengnim.”
Kyuhyun started at the request. “Are you serious?” he asked, still trying to catch his breath. But one look at the hooded gaze told him that his boyfriend in fact was, and Kyuhyun shook his head resolutely. “Absolutely not” he hissed, eyes once again flickering toward the door. “I shouldn’t even be here right now, let alone dealing with your kinks. In fact, I am going to go. Right now. So if you could just - oooohh…”
As he was talking, Donghae somehow managed to slip his hand down Kyuhyun’s pants, his finger’s wrapping around the boy’s cock.
“If I could just…what?” Donghae inquired with an innocent tilt of his head as his hand made quick work and pumped Kyuhyun until he was fully hardened.
“If you could just…just…oh god,” Kyuhyun mumbled incoherently as he tried not to moan.
“Hmmm?” The teacher gave an extra hard squeeze and Kyuhyun had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep himself from crying out. His hips thrust forward instinctively and his head slammed against the chalkboard.
“Stop-stop teasing, Hae,” he panted shakily, voice muffled by his palm.
Abruptly, Donghae stopped his ministrations, eyes narrowed as they regarded the younger man and Kyuhyun let out an impatient whine when Donghae removed his hand.
“What now?” he asked desperately, mentally debating if he should just grab the man and fuck him before someone walked in.
Donghae slipped his leg between the boy’s thighs and pressed against Kyuhyun’s clothed erection, causing any rational thoughts, well, any thoughts at all, to fly from his head.
“What are you supposed to call me?” the teacher questioned softly.
“I’m not going to do it,” Kyuhyun said stubbornly.
A sly smirk spread over Donghae’s lips and he leaned in, tongue flicking over the shell of the student’s ear. “Really?” he purred, grinding himself against the taller boy.
Kyuhyun’s resolve to not play along quickly disappeared at the friction and he gasped, “Seongsaenim!”
“Mmm, now that’s a good boy,” Donghae murmured, nibbling at Kyuhyun’s earlobe. “Now if you continue following my rules, you might just get rewarded.”
Kyuhyun growled in frustration and roughly shoved the teacher back. Not only did he want a release, but they were in school, damnit! They didn’t have time to play around, not with the risk of someone passing by and knocking at any moment. “We don’t have time for this, Lee seonsaengnim,” he said sarcastically. “Did you forget we are in school?”
“Not at all,” Donghae answered as he leaned against his desk, watching Kyuhyun advance at him. “That’s what makes this so much fun.” He flicked out his tongue, licking his bottom lip, and Kyuhyun felt his cock twitch.
Suddenly feeling very frantic, Kyuhyun grabbed Donghae by his tie and mashed their lips together. Fingers flew over buttons, clumsily yet quickly undoing them, revealing a tanned, perfectly toned torso, as hands slid over skin, mapping familiar territory. He palmed Donghae’s erection through his suit pants and the man mewled into the kiss, arms going up to wrap around Kyuhyun’s neck as his body arched up.
“Damn I want to fuck you, seonsaengnim,” Kyuhyun breathed, pulling away to attack the teacher’s jawline.
A moan fell form Donghae’s lips and his eyes fluttered shut. “What’s stopping you?”
“I wonder,” Kyuhyun muttered. But even as he answered, his hands found their way to Donghae’s belt buckle, unthreading the leather and unzipping the zipper. He shoved the trousers and accompanying underwear off of Donghae’s hips and started to fumble with his own pants.
“Here, let me,” Donghae whispered, replacing Kyuhyun’s hands. He returned the favor and Kyuhyun hissed slightly when the cold air hit his erection.
Their lips met once again and they rocked against one another, skin on skin, muffled moans and gasps.
“Hurry up,” Donghae murmured into the kiss, deftly wrapping a leg around Kyuhyun’s waist and complying, Kyuhyun lifted the other leg and pressed Donghae against the chalkboard, positioning him right above his cock.
“You know this-”
“Just do it,” Donghae interrupted urgently, nails digging into Kyuhyun’s shoulders. Needing no other encouragement since they were after all in school, Kyuhyun tightened his grip on Donghae’s hips and plunged himself into the shorter man, groaning as the tight warmth enveloped him.
Donghae gasped at the sudden invasion, temporarily muted by the pain.
“You okay?” Kyuhyun asked worriedly, littering his face with kisses. But as experience had taught him, it was best to keep moving, so as soon as he adjusted, Donghae rolled his hips, earning a throaty moan from the student.
“I’ll be fine once you move,” he said cheekily and Kyuhyun wasted no time, pulling out and thrusting back in at an exact angle, hitting the bundle of nerves that would have caused Donghae to scream from pleasure if Kyuhyun had not clamped his hand over the teacher’s mouth just in time.
Donghae bit down on the gamer’s fingers as Kyuhyun quickened the pace, each thrust hitting his sweet spot. A hand dropped down from the still clothed shoulder and wrapped around his own neglected cock, pumping in time with the fast rhythm Kyuhyun had set.
“Oh god, Hae,” Kyuhyun grunted as he nipped at the teacher’s sweaty shoulder, feeling himself close to the edge.
Donghae said something muffled in reply and biting hard enough to break skin, he reached his peak and came hard, completely staining the front of Kyuhyun’s shirt. It only took a few more thrusts for Kyuhyun to follow, and he came, silencing himself on Donghae’s shoulder.
For a moment they stayed like that, but Kyuhyun barely had the strength to hold himself up, feeling his legs shaking. So carefully, he pulled out as Donghae unwinded his legs and found the floor again.
“That…was fun,” Donghae grinned, collapsing onto his chair. Glaring, Kyuhyun leaned against the chalkboard.
“You’d say that,” he commented with a frown. His hand suddenly throbbed with pain and Kyuhyun lifted it to eye level, examining the very evident bite marks. “You nearly broke skin.”
“Ahh, but I didn’t,” Donghae said in a mellow tone, turning in the chair.
Kyuhyun snorted and shook his head. “But I didn’t,” he mimicked sarcastically, glancing at the clock. And then it hit him. He was at school. And he was late. Very, very late for his next period. “SHIT!” he swore, scrambling for his pants. “Do you know how late you made me?” He paused in the middle of redressing himself to give a very pointed look at his boyfriend who merely smirked lazily in reply. “More than half the period’s over already!”
“Don’t worry so much, Hyunnie,” Donghae chirped, leaning back with a perfectly content expression.
“Don’t worry?” Kyuhyun repeated incredulously. “Don’t worry? This coming from the man who decides that it’s a great idea to spontaneously have sex in school, comes all over my uniform, and is currently sitting naked at his desk? You do realize someone can still walk in any minute, right?”
Eyes sparkling mischievously, Donghae shrugged. “Well, I’ll just tell them that we were having a private biology lesson.”
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun scoffed, trying to tuck his shirt in as fast as possible, “like that’s not the lamest excuse ever. I’m sure it’ll go over really well with the principal. Now get dressed and write me a pass.”
The teacher waved a hand dismissively and bent over to pick up his boxers. “Don’t worry about the pass. Mimi will understand,” he said while slipping the piece of clothing back on. He turned around and gathered up his trouser and tie. “Oh! And be a good boy and tell him that I’ll be expecting him tonight, okay?”
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes as he jogged to the other end of the classroom and picked up his forgotten book bag. “What? This not enough?” he asked.
Buttoning up his shirt, Donghae winked and blew him a kiss. “You know how I am.”
“Yes, I do.”
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Zhou Mi was in the middle of a rather impressive speech about the benefits of learning Chinese when Kyuhyun attempted to sneak into the classroom.
“Kui Xian, how nice of you to join us!” he announced pleasantly, immediately catching him. The boy stiffened and turned slightly, allowing Zhou Mi to catch sight of the questionable stain, half tucked shirt, the fact that his hair was a mess, and the purple kiss marks that peeked out from beneath his starched collar.
Their eyes locked and for a moment, Zhou Mi’s darkened lustfully before turning back to their original cheerful brown.
“Kui Xian, I think I need to see you after class,” Zhou Mi said softly, the undertone of dark promises going unnoticed by the class who were by now whispering among themselves.
Holding back a sigh, Kyuhyun nodded, having heard the innuendo and knowing exactly what it meant. “Of course…lao shi.” The Chinese man’s eyes darkened hungrily once again when he said those two words and Kyuhyun swallowed thickly. Why was everyone so horny today?
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I started this in September and it only took forever to finish......I kinda just gave up in the end. lol. However, there is going to be a prequel when I finally get around to it.....