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Tine doesn’t know why he’s feeling nervous; he shouldn’t be, given that this is his normal environment; there’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of, and that one student sitting alone staring at him as he grades papers shouldn’t be as unnerving as it is.
It’s a little unexpected; he never pegged the younger man to be the type to stay back, given he’s an extremely diligent pupil and was never late to his classes. Tine’s sure he has a class immediately after his, so why is he idling here? He voices this out, curious.
“Don’t you have class, Mr. Guntithanon?” he asks, looking up at the man seated at the very front row, directly opposite to his.
“Class was cancelled, sir,” he says coolly, expression bored as he continues watching Tine mark.
At that, Tine nods. He sweeps a glance up and down the man’s form, watching him shake his leg almost impatiently. Tine purses his lips. Then, why stay here?
Surely, a busy second year such as himself should go straight home to study since exams were coming up. Although, Tine thinks, he really doesn’t need to. The kid’s pretty bright, and his grades are excellent; it’d be harder for him to fail than to get full marks.
Still, Tine is unsure why, but his presence unnerves him.
“Shouldn’t you be going now, then?”
At that, the younger man doesn’t respond, opting to watch Tine intently, instead.
“It’s fine,” he finally says after a beat.
He hates the awkward silence that follows after. The man just watches him and soon, goosebumps start pricking on his skin from the heaviness of the man’s steady gaze on his person. He wants to yell at him to please get out, but he can’t really do that to the University chairman’s son, lest he get his ass fired.
Still, there’s an overbearing weight in the atmosphere and it leaves him feeling like the man is crowding into his personal space, despite being in such a spacious lecture room, and it makes Tine nervous.
And it’s even more troubling because it’s the excited kind of nervous.
He’s reading too much into this. Be cool, he thinks to himself, and sneaks a glance up. Shit, why is the man staring at him like that?
Sarawat himself was usually the center of attention, always being surrounded by peers and admirers--he even had a fanclub!-- ever since he entered the school--a fact Tine could attest to, given he was employed around the same time-- but barely did he ever give them his time of day.
Though, Tine could understand why they crowded around him in the way they did; Sarawat was handsome, multi-talented and exceptionally smart, which he proved time and time again during Tine’s classes, and he admires that about him.
Hence, it makes Tine uneasy, to be the center of attention of the highly sought after man.
He’s never really talked with Sarawat alone; it was almost always during classes or with other people present--like at that one time he’d accidentally stepped on the man’s shoe during a Scrubb concert. They had exchanged greetings and an awful, sweaty apology on Tine’s part-- but that wasn’t much interaction to solidify their relationship as one other than being student and teacher, so he doesn’t know why the man is staring at him so intently. He doesn’t know why but he feels as if.. Maybe he’s done something wrong?
He continues on grading, as if the staredown totally wasn’t affecting him until finally, he snaps, unable to stand the man’s prodding gaze.
"Is there something on my face, Mr. Guntithanon?" he asks.
"No, sir,” he replies. “On the contrary, there's something missing on it.”
Tine bristles at the condescending tone of voice from the younger man.
"And what might that be, do pray tell."
The man smirks and his dark eyes glisten with hunger.
"My cum."
Tine stills and he slowly looks up at the man, unsure if he had heard that right.
What.
"What... What did you say?"
The man shrugs and stands up from his seat, making his way over to Tine, who suddenly feels goosebumps erupt all over the back of his neck and arms.
"My cum," the student repeats, expressionless. "My sperm, my jizz, my semen, my--"
"S-Stop!" Tine squeaks out, face flushed. "I will not tolerate such behaviour, Mr. Guntithanon. Enough with the crude jokes."
Sarawat raises a brow and leans down, disregarding the teacher's table acting as a barrier between them. He puts his face inches away from Tine's, who cranes his neck back at the sudden invasion of privacy.
The handsome young man looks back at him with a smirk on those sinfully full lips.
"I'm not joking, sir. You'd look perfect with my cum dripping down all over your face," he all but purrs.
Tine has the uncomfortable notion of feeling trapped, as the man hovers above him predatorily. He's visibly shocked and speechless; he doesn't know how to answer such a disgustingly raunchy statement, therefore he resorts to opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
Finally, he gathers his voice. "Mr. Guntithanon--"
"Call me Sarawat," he utters out, voice low and seductive. "Tine."
At the mention of his name, he stands up from his desk quickly, having had enough.
Did Sarawat think it funny to ridicule him in this way? Sure, he's only been teaching for a little over a year, but that doesn't give the man the right to make a joke out of him because of his bludgeoning inexperience.
"S-Sarawat, do you think this is funny? I know I'm only a few years older than you, but I deserve as much respect as the other professors--"
"No," the man cuts him off rudely and holds his hands down on the desk. "I'm not trying to be funny."
"Then wha--" Tine's voice shakes as he struggles to get away from the man's surprisingly tight grip on his hands. "Let go of me this instant! Don't think you'll get away with this unruly behaviour. I'll report you to your dean--"
"No, you won't," he says, and leans over to whisper in Tine's ear, breath hot and ticklish.
"I've seen the way you look at me. You're not really very subtle with the passionate stares."
Sarawat grins and lets go of Tine's hands. He brings them up to his chest, staring up at the younger man warily. His heart is pounding, but it's not from fear, and he tries to stomp down the inappropriate thoughts from racing in his mind and wills his traitorous cock to go down.
What the fuck.
Sarawat moves swiftly to stand in front of him and Tine gasps, his face warm as the younger man crowds into his space and tilts his chin up.
He meets the man's predatory gaze with feigned bravado.
"This is sexual harrassment--"
"Now suppose, you told the dean or whoever," he starts, staring at Tine's lips. "Would they believe that I said all that? How audacious, Sarawat coming on to his teacher?"
He tuts, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
"It'll reach my father, and then what?"
Tine pauses. It's true; there was a highly likely chance nobody would believe him. Sarawat himself was a force to be reckoned with, being the chairman's eldest son and a top-notcher whom the other professors praised, the University’s pride, per se, and he’s.. a teacher.
Tine's accusations will be a contradiction to the man's very image and there's a probability the tables will turn on him. He'll be labelled a sleazy pervert out of all things, and frankly, he's annoyed. Of the power that the man has, over his job and over him.
He grits his teeth.
"What do you want?"
Sarawat's eyes gleam with something akin to glee.
"You."
At that, Tine gawks. He feels his cock stirring at the implication, but he resolutely tries to school his expression into one of calm.
"Mr--"
"Sarawat."
"Sarawat, you're very bold."
"Yeah?" he grins. "I'll be even bolder, then. I want you on my cock."
A shiver runs down Tine's spine, and he resolutely ignores his interest and excitement. He purses his lips.
"I-I'm going to pretend I didn't hear all that. Get out. I have a class in 20 minutes."
"How long are you going to tip-toe around the issue here? I know you've liked me since first year."
At that, he recoils as his heart leaps up to his throat. Sarawat grins at having hit the mark on point, and Tine gawks as his preciously guarded crush on his student is exposed so bluntly-- just like that, by said student.
"I.. I don't," he tries to convince himself, but it sounds like a giant lie even to his own ears.
"Hmm, really? So you're not getting off on this situation, at all?"
Tine shakes his head.
"But your erection says otherwise," he snickers and stares down mischievously at the now obvious tent in Tine's pants. "I'm sure we can do something about that before your next class starts, sir."
Goddamit. Why does Sarawat suddenly decide to call him that now? He feels his resolve slowly starting to dissolve, and ultimately this is a fucked up situation but a tiny, masochistic part of his subconscious is screaming at him to submit.
Still, he tries one last time.
"Sarawat, you really need to leave, or else.."
"Or else what?" he leans down and purrs against Tine's ear, tone low and hushed to a whisper. It sends tingles down Tine's spine all the way to his toes, and he clenches his fist as Sarawat noses along the junction of his neck. He can’t utter a word.
"Kneel."
Despite himself, he kneels at the low commanding tone. His face is red, given that he's flustered beyond belief and understandably so. Shit, he's already regretting this.
He glares up at the excitedly grinning man as he leans closer to his crotch, aware of the bulging heat in the man's pants.
A hand threads through his hair, and he finds his face being pressed directly into the front of Sarawat's clothed erection.
Tine lets out a startled sound as Sarawat grasps them hard in an attempt to grind his bulge against Tine's nose, but he fights the force and keeps his head still, just to spite the younger man.
In response, Sarawat just raises a brow and nods his head, as if to say, "go on".
Fuck, he can’t believe he’s really doing this.
He shakes his head and begins to unbutton the man’s pants, Sarawat running his hand through his hair almost encouragingly, and he hates that the action gives him shivers and makes his heart flutter involuntarily.
He gulps when Sarawat’s black briefs come to view, feeling himself becoming intimidated by the weapon being concealed underneath, it’s wet tip already peeking out from the waistband. He pulls it out, and Tine’s mouth goes dry, eyes wide as he stares at the long cock standing up to attention.
“What are you waiting for?” Sarawat asks impatiently.
Nothing. Just admiring, he thinks offhandedly, shooting the man an irritated glare before he lowers his head to start nosing along the bulge.
He closes his eyes and takes a tentative sniff, making out the distinctive, clean smell of Sarawat’s musk, and he feels his cock jump in his pants. He noses down the underside and begins mouthing along the length, trying to get a feel of its shape against his lips.
Tine finally lowers his briefs and watches with apt amazement as Sarawat’s cock bobs out, red and rigid, its tip glistening wet with pre-cum. He lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding and Sarawat involuntarily shivers as the air hits his cock.
His tongue darts out to lick at the wetness gathering at Sarawat’s tip, and the other man’s hand jerks slightly against his hair. He makes a face; It tastes bitter.
Tine looks up to see the younger man watching him intently, mouth no longer grinning, having gone a little slack as he stares with unbridled lust in his eyes. Despite himself, he continues his shy kitten licks, watching as Sarawat’s eyelashes flutter slightly when he presses his tongue flat against the tip, laving at it teasingly.
Boldly, he mouths kisses down the length, testing the heavy weight of it, and feeling the veins against his tongue. He goes back up to the underside of the head, a sensitive part that he himself likes to tease when he’s jacking himself off.
A contented sigh passes through Sarawat’s lips, and it’s such a sweet sound that Tine decides to angle his head and finally take Sarawat’s cockhead into his mouth.
Sarawat lets out a moan as his cock is suddenly enveloped in the warm heat of Tine’s mouth. He relishes in the sensation that travels from his dick all the way to his fingers and toes, stirring up his lust-muddled brain.
He watches Tine’s eyebrows furrow as he bobs his head slightly, Sarawat’s length twitching against his tongue as he attempts to test how far he can go. He barely reaches halfway before he withdraws until his lips are wrapped around the flare of Sarawat’s crown.
He takes in Sarawat’s cock again, slower this time as he tries not to trigger his gag reflex. His mouth stretches wide and he tries to cover his teeth with his lips, but at the rate that he’s going, he doubts he’d be able to swallow even more than what he’d attempted earlier. It hits the back of his throat and tears prick at the back of his eyes.
He pulls it out from his mouth and sits back, licking his reddened lips and taking in shuddering breaths.
If Tine were honest, he’s a little fearful; he’s never gone down on a cock so terrifyingly huge like Sarawat’s; and he admits it’s a huge contrast he’d never expected from the seemingly skinny and lanky man, but he finds he doesn’t hate it, not in the least bit.
In fact, he loves it.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Sarawat asks, and he freezes. He looks up at him, and the younger man tuts, conveying his disappointment at Tine’s idleness.
“N-no.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Put your mouth to work,” he says, voice low and gravelly. Tine is speechless, his mouth hanging open at the commanding tone, and he stares at the proud length in front of his face, engorged, red and dripping with pre-cum and saliva, demanding attention just as arrogantly as its owner.
He basically starts drooling at the sight. Tine bites his lip. Oh, yes. He also loves this unexpected gap in his student’s personality, too, and holy shit, it’s bringing out the dirty, masochistic streak in him.
He wraps his hands around the length and takes it back into his mouth, just lapping up at the head teasingly, shaping his tongue to a point and prodding at the man’s slit, which causes Sarawat to jump slightly and grab at his hair tighter.
To his surprise, Sarawat laughs.
“Good boy,” he praises.
Tine all but melts, and he doesn’t even want to think about what’s happening anymore; of the fact that he’s blowing his own student, that he has a class in who knows how many minutes and that this is so fucking wrong.
But, Good boy, he had said so proudly and Tine, despite the rational part of him screaming to stop with his wantonly foolish acts, realises he wants to hear more praises coming from those perfect lips.
He shifts from where he’s sitting on the ground, suddenly aware of how currently wet his own cock is, leaving a wet stain on the front of his pants, and he meekly tries to palm himself, when Sarawat smiles down at him.
“Touch yourself.”
Tine tries his best not to come; even the sound of the man’s voice has him on the edge, and he fumbles to unbutton his pants and grabs the base of his dick, moaning around the hard cock in his mouth.
Sarawat watches with rapt amazement as Tine’s sinfully pink lips struggle to wrap themselves around him. They’re wet, glistening with saliva, and swollen from their continuous sucking. Tine withdraws to take a breath, and Sarawat’s lets out a soundless moan as he pulls off with a ‘pop’, breathing raggedly. There’s a bit of froth at the sides of Tine’s mouth, a result of Sarawat’s precum and his own saliva mixing together. His eyes are half-lidded and slightly red with unshed tears, his normally immaculately styled hair now messy from Sarawat’s ministrations.
It’s a wonderfully crude sight to behold, and Sarawat lets out a dreamy sigh, elated.
Even his most vivid of fantasies, would never ever compare to the real thing, and he feels drunk in the pleasure of having Tine finally on his cock like this.
He nudges Tine’s head closer and holds the base of his shaft, moving it to rest on Tine’s cheek. Sarawat sees the older man jerking his own cock in his pants noiselessly, and he raises a brow.
Tine’s adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, and Sarawat smiles almost gleefully, knowing he must look intimidating, hovering above Tine like a predator eyeing its prey, brandishing his dick like a weapon in front of his face.
The thought makes him snicker. Tine may look like a prey, but he certainly is not, with the way his eyes glaze over as Sarawat slaps his cock wetly down his cheek. The onslaught of slaps paints Tine’s face with his own saliva, and Sarawat angles his dick lower to slap against the older man’s parted lips.
A moan escapes from said lips, and Sarawat smirks, loving the raunchy sight and sound.
“You’re very talented,” he murmurs. “Your lips were made for sucking cock. My cock.”
At that, Tine’s eyes widen as if he’s finally come to his senses--well, the rational ones. He opens his mouth and closes it like a fish before he finally speaks, voice raw and hoarse from cock-sucking.
“I-I’m… Mr. Guntithanon, we should s-stop.”
“Aw, but I haven’t come yet,” Sarawat replies in a mocking, whiny tone. He pouts, “we both haven’t come, and you want to get off too, don’t you?”
Tine glares at him, annoyed by the babying. How dare he sound so condescending? Despite the obviously unfair power balance, Tine was still his elder.
“I do not--”
“You say you don’t, but you’re about ready to burst, aren’t you?” he says, and Tine lets out a gasp when Sarawat suddenly nudges his foot against Tine’s erection.
“Ah!”
“Now, open your mouth,” Sarawat thumbs his bottom lip, and Tine obediently slackens his jaw, allowing him to insert his dick once again back into that hot, wet orifice. He shivers in excitement as Tine moans around his length once more.
“Cockslut,” he says and thrusts his hips lightly, relishing in the slurping sounds that Tine makes as he bobs his head back and forth.
Sarawat doesn’t mean for it to sound demeaning; he says it as fact, a praise, per se, and Tine closes his eyes, relishing in the humiliation of submitting to the younger man and being at the mercy of his dick.
By now, Tine’s own cock is leaking copious amounts of cum, the rough stimulation from his palm and the burning throbbing in his mouth making him shiver in delight. He’s so aroused, it’s bordering on painful, and he wants to come--
“You feel so good, baby,” he murmurs. Tine’s eyes squint shut as he feels his mouth and jaw going sore, but he moans in reply. Yes. He doesn’t know why, but Sarawat’s dirty compliments leave him an aching, trembling mess.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” Sarawat says and that’s all the warning Tine gets before he suddenly grasps both hands on his hair, and thrusts.
Tine makes gargled sounds as that round cockhead hits the back of his throat and goes even deeper, triggering his gag reflex. His eyes roll back, tears pricking at the corner as he clenches them shut and struggles not to retch, unable to do anything but let Sarawat fuck his face.
He flares his nostrils as he struggles to take in breaths, but Sarawat is unrelenting, continuing to choke him with his dick mercilessly. Tine, helpless, grips onto the man’s thighs, slapping at them to get him to cease his movements a little. He glares up at the man murderously.
My throat’s raw! Give me a fucking break! He screams with his eyes, and Sarawat just stares, eyes heady and dark with lust. He pistons his rigid, wet cock in and out of Tine’s mouth almost erratically, and judging from the way he bites his lip and the shallow breaths he takes in, he’s close.
Sarawat continues to shove his engorged dick down Tine’s throat, and to his horror, he realises that he hasn’t even taken the man’s length in full, and his eyes widen, staring back at the man almost desperately.
Surely, the kid wasn’t going to make him swallow all that!?
“I..I’m close,” the man breathes, and Tine panics, grabbing the man’s thighs even tighter, as he braces himself to deep-throat and choke on the hot cock in his mouth. Despite himself, he brings a hand down to fist his own neglected erection, feeling himself on the verge of release; teetering on the edge of no return.
However, Sarawat pulls him away quickly, and Tine moves off from the younger man’s dick with a “pwah!”. Saliva and precum dribbles down his chin, all the way to his throat, and he struggles to catch his breath.
He watches Sarawat pump his saliva and precum coated shaft aggressively and stills when he suddenly bends over him and angles his cockhead down to rest on Tine’s swollen, reddened lips. He gasps.
Sarawat jacks off, relishing in the tingling sensation in his balls and the coiling heat in his stomach as he reaches the point of no return.
He breathes raggedly, letting out soft moans as he zeroes in on Tine’s face, staring intently and wide-eyed at the sight of the rock-hard dick being jerked against his pretty little mouth.
Suddenly, he looks up at Sarawat, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he jacks himself off quietly. He sticks out his tongue and flattens it out, anticipating Sarawat’s release.
And it’s this sight of him, getting all ready to receive Sarawat’s cum on his tongue that has him blowing his load.
Sarawat furrows his brows as white-hot pleasure overwhelms him, turning his mind blank momentarily as the coil in his stomach unfolds, and he’s coming, warm semen spurting out from his cock head to land on Tine’s tongue, on his lips, chin, cheeks and nose.
Tine paints a delicious picture like this, and Sarawat wishes he could save this moment, archive it for a lifetime as spank bank material; frame it proudly on his wall, where only he can see the gorgeousness of the older man, face covered with his cum.
The moment Tine feels a glob of Sarawat’s cum land on his tongue, he comes. He hurriedly clasps one hand over his crown to catch his spend, lest he get it all over himself. His asshole clenches as he begins to ejaculate, and he moans as Sarawat angles his cock to splatter his face with his musky, white semen.
He closes his eyes as the viscous fluid drips down his face, and it’s so dirty, but holy shit, the feeling of being drenched has him tingling and trembling as he rides through the onslaught of his orgasm.
Sarawat squeezes his cock, milking out what little droplets left to gather at the tip and smears it all over Tine’s lips, grinning and finally sated. He digs a hand through his pocket.
Coming down from the high of his climax, Tine coughs, making a face at the bitter taste of the man’s spend.
“Told you you’d look perfect,” Sarawat suddenly says, tone cheery, as if he hadn’t just fucked the voice out of Tine.
He looks up, and immediately freezes as Sarawat grins down at something on his phone.
Did he..?
Tine gawks.
“Hey, be my boyfriend?” he asks sweetly, bending down and picking Tine up from the floor gently.
He finds that he can’t stand up properly, his legs having turned to Jell-O, feeling pins and needles stabbing at them from kneeling too long. Somehow, he doesn’t care all that much, too busy being rendered speechless by the sudden puppy-dog look on Sarawat’s face.
He steals a glance at the man’s phone, to see his own cum-covered face displayed on the screen, and he all but pales.
“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that,” he says, nonchalantly putting it back into his pocket, as if it didn’t contain a social-life and career-ending picture of Tine. “Just for safe-keeping, that’s all.”
Fuck, that didn’t sound like it would be kept safe, it sounded like a goddamn euphemism for blackmail.
“I’ve always been interested in you since freshman year,” he purrs, pulling out a handkerchief and dabbing at Tine’s face, wiping away the white fluid already begin to crust on there.
“And I know you want me too.”
“I..” his voice cracks hoarsely, and it sounds ridiculous, but shit, his throat is sore, alright!? He can’t help it. “I don’t.. I’m not following.”
“I’m asking you to be my boyfriend.”
What the fuck.
“B-but.. I’m your teacher, and I’m older than you...”
The younger man shrugs, continuing to gently wipe Tine’s face.
“Only for a few years, and I don’t mind. If you’re afraid of my father, don’t worry, he won’t care.”
“I..” Shit! He doesn’t know how to respond! What does he reply to that!? “M-Mr.. Sarawat, this is..”
At the hesitance in his voice, Sarawat pouts, much to Tine’s absolute devastation.
“Still not convinced?” he hums, bringing up his fingers and starts counting. “I’m rich so I’ll support you in any way, I guess I’m pretty okay-looking, which is a plus, I’ve got decent grades, and I promise to treat you well. I’ll devote my time to you but I won’t neglect my school work and you know I’m always diligent and listening during your lectures, Tine. I’ve proved all of this to you in the last year or so. And from what just happened, I’m very sure I can satisfy your desires. I can fuck you good; you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Tine?”
He purrs the last bit.
Tine thinks that’s the most he’s ever heard Sarawat say in the span of the whole time he’s known him. The gap in his personality’s too much.
But wait.
Tine’s eyeballs are just about to pop right off his head; was… Was Sarawat, trying to imply that he’d been, courting him, since last year?
“So? How about it, Tine? I’ll give you everything you want; just say the word,” he asks, earnestly awaiting Tine’s reply with an expectant, giddy smile on his face.
He gulps.
Tine doesn’t know what to think, what to do, what to reply, so instead, what he says is:
“I-I still have a class to teach.”