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xiao zhan is positive—mamamatay na siya. a warm hand clapped his narrow shoulders and he tilted his head up to see his math professor (wang yibo, 29 years old, who wears pang-lolo glasses and pang-lolo sweaters and pang-lolo pants) giving him a blank face with slight disappointment.
“here’s your long test 5, xiao zhan,” sabi ni sir yibo before inabot nito ang papers ni xiao zhan. hindi kailangan tumingin ng ating bida sa papel. alam na niya, feel na feel na niya, na bagsak siya. he wants to cry. math isn’t his strong suit eh.
buti na lang talaga at inabot ni sir yibo yung test scores niya at the end of class. feel ni xiao zhan magbr-breakdown na ata siya. he’s not the best in math pero hindi na niya kailangan magcompute to know na, at best, he’s gonna get a D in this class. milagro pa ‘to ah. may dalawa pang long test which are likely to pull his grades down to F than raise it to a C. C lang talaga okay na si xiao zhan. actually kahit D, he’s not picky. basta walang F would be good.
the bell rang and nagligpit na classmates ni xiao zhan. medyo down ang whole atmosphere ng room. it sucked—mahirap talaga yung subject and my god, kung anong sinarap ni sir yibo, ganon din ang hinirap ng exams niya. sadly, major subject ito so it’s not like xiao zhan can complain. it is what it is.
of course, nagmabagal si xiao zhan. he is hoping to talk to sir yibo. maybe regular consultations to bolster his grades up, baka kulang lang talaga siya sa aral. or even extra credits—may running joke na sir yibo gives extra credit points depende sa haba ng legs ng student. xiao zhan knows it’s a joke lang pero nagshort shorts siya today just in case. in his little adidas running shorts, he went to his prof and tried not to be intimidated with his resting bitch face.
“sir yibo,” he said softly. he’s clutching his test papers in hand and yibo looked at him, and instantly knew. “pwede po bang pa-consult later?”
yibo checked his watch and replied, “wala akong consultation hours today but i can make time after 5.”
“okay lang po,” xiao zhan nodded. his classes will end by 3 so baka magnap na lang siya sa library or something. besides, siya naman yung may kailangan nito.
“sige, punta ka na lang sa math department. email me na lang if hindi ka suddenly free.” yibo started gathering his stuff na din and before leaving, he patted xiao zhan between the shoulder blades.
with his deep but malumanay voice, he comforted xiao zhan, “bad grades are not the end of the world.” xiao zhan nodded lang ulit and he froze, feeling yibo’s hands go slowly down his back before ghosting over his fat ass.
the professor went out of the room and xiao zhan, in daze, thought whether that was his imagination.
sobrang lala talaga—the rain was pouring down in goddamn buckets. wala pang dalang payong si xiao zhan dahil sobrang ganda ng weather nung umaga bago siya umalis sa dorm niya. traffic na naman ito for sure since it’s also friday.
it’s a little past 6 and nasa math department pa din siya talking to sir yibo. the prof explained the things xiao zhan missed, especially yung concepts na integral (pun intended) to the next topics. nagbigay din ng realistic na grade projections si sir yibo. there are two long tests pa and a final exam. sabi ni sir yibo, he can get a D if he’s good. xiao zhan felt like that should be an innuendo with the way the other man smirked at him pero di na lang niya pinansin.
babagsak na nga si xiao zhan, may oras pang maging manyak itong prof niya. may tinuro si yibo sa page ng makapal na libro ni xiao zhan. the thing went over his head though kasi parang nagclock out na utak niya a few minutes ago.
“oh, gets mo ba?” tanong ni yibo nung mapansin nito yung spaced out look ni xiao zhan.
“um…” natawa si xiao zhan. “sorry, sir, pero parang mental overload na ata ako.”
wang yibo laughed also, and replied, “ayos lang. we can have regular consultations if you want?”
hala, xiao zhan thought. light at the end of the tunnel na ba ito? he knew he would learn better pag one-on-one. his main problem kasi with yibo’s class was that, masyadong mabilis yung pace nito for xiao zhan. if siya lang yung tinuturuan then he can ask yibo to be as slow or as fast as he wants.
“yup, if okay lang sayo, sir?” xiao zhan asked.
he felt the math professor clap xiao zhan’s bare thighs, palm half on the skin and xiao zhan’s adidas running shorts hiked up to above mid thigh. namula si xiao zhan.
“okay lang, xiao zhan,” yibo said. his face is still neutral pero may slight smile. isa pa ulit na pat sa thigh ni xiao zhan and the student had to bite his lower lip kasi hindi niya alam ano ang gagawin niya. the professor added, “i just want you to pass.”
as fast as the hand landed on his skin, nawala din agad ito. sir yibo calmly got up and looked outside where it was raining hard. he eyed xiao zhan and said, “may payong ka?”
napa-grimace si xiao zhan, trying to put his teacher’s previous action outside his head but failing and landing smack dab into the inside jokes of extra credits proportional to the student’s legs… ang haba kaya ng long legs ni xiao zhan.
before he replied, yibo took an umbrella out of his bag. “sabay na tayo? pwede kitang ihatid.”
“ay hala, sir, no na. baka mahassle pa kayo!” nahiya ng slight si xiao zhan.
yibo shook his head and replied, “it’s cool. i insist and gabi na din.”
they went down quietly sa building and yibo shook the umbrella open. he held it over the two of them and xiao zhan noticed na mas matangkad pala siya kay yibo ng slight. hindi lang masyadong evident because yibo is probably twice as broad as xiao zhan.
“naka-park sa covered courts yung sasakyan ko,” sabi ni yibo. sumugod sila under the torrential downpour, carefully walking around the puddles. xiao zhan almost yelped when he felt his professor’s strong arm wrap around his narrow shoulders, pulling him beside the older man.
“baka mabasa ka,” yibo whispered sa tenga ni xiao zhan as if explaining. his lips brush the delicate and sensitive skin of xiao zhan’s ear. the younger student blushed, feeling hot. hindi naman pangit si sir yibo, in fact, he is very, very good-looking. but at the same time, at the same time… he is a teacher and xiao zhan is his student.
oh my god , xiao zhan thought. saint ignatius de loyola, isn’t this bawal?
ang bango ng kotse ni sir wang yibo, was xiao zhan’s first thought. his second thought was, hindi nga ata joke na mahilig sa legs yung prof na ‘to.
naka-park pa sa sketchy corner ng university si sir yibo. there were barely any cars here na since it’s a friday. wala din atang guard or at least, xiao zhan didn’t see anyone. the SUV was heavily tinted too. as in, xiao zhan knew that no one could see inside the car from the outside.
napalunok ang bidang student when sir yibo shed his lolo sweater to reveal a black shirt. the fabric clung to his broad shoulders and well-defined chest. napa-doubletake si xiao zhan. sir yibo was hiding all THAT? under the loose grandpa sweaters na mukhang pinakyaw ni yibo sa uniqlo? what the fuck.
“xiao zhan,” yibo turned to him. he took his glasses off and wiped it with a microfiber cloth. he placed the specs again and pushed it up over his tall, straight nose. the professor continued, “i’d be honest with you—type kita.”
what the fuck.
xiao zhan’s eyes widened and before he could react, yibo’s big hand was back on his thigh again. his long index finger slipped under xiao zhan’s adidas running shorts, the pad caressing the soft skin gently.
“sir?” xiao zhan squeaked out. he felt like he should have told yibo to fuck off, pulled the finger up high his fucking thigh, and ran as far from this car as possible. instead, xiao zhan grabbed yibo’s wrist and stilled the hand on his skin.
puta, ang init ata. xiao zhan shivered. what the fuck.
“hindi mo ba gets?” yibo chuckled. he shifted and tilted his head, smiling slightly. “were you not aware of the kind of people i like? isn’t there a running joke somewhere of the extra credit grades i give to people with long legs?”
“um…” napa-nod si xiao zhan. yibo’s palm is hot against his thigh. he replied, feeling like he should, but hesitated, “was that not a joke?”
yibo shrugged again but did not reply. he took his hand out of xiao zhan’s short shorts and grabbed the student’s own. ngayon lang napansin ni xiao zhan na ang liit liit lang pala ng kamay niya compared sa kamay ni yibo. the prof grabbed his hand and brought it to his dick.
xiao zhan’s eyes widened and his entire body stiffened up. he felt hot all over but at the same time, confused. it’s like his head is just screaming what the fuck over and over and over.
sir yibo used xiao zhan’s hand to palm his dick. ramdam ni xiao zhan na tinigasan yung prof niya under his hand. napalunok ulit siya. hindi naman siya virgin but at the same time, xiao zhan had only ever done beyond-momol things with his ex-boyfriends. nothing casual, not even with the men he dated but never had any labels.
“so, anong grade gusto mo?” yibo asked with an eyebrow raised. for someone soliciting sexual favors, he looked awefully calm. jesus fuck, isip ni xiao zhan. sanay na sanay si gago. yibo unzipped his pants and placed xiao zhan’s hand inside. xiao zhan felt hot skin under the cotton fabric of his prof’s black boxers.
gago talaga. before xiao zhan could reply, yibo used xiao zhan’s hand to grind against the shape of his dick—and, puta, ang laki ng titi niya.
“pag chinupa mo ko, D. if nagpakantot ka, C. if both, i’ll curve the entire class’ grade and you’ll get a C+—maybe even a B kung masikip ka,” offer ni yibo. he looked so smug. xiao zhan wanted to punch the man’s face… but also… also…
the offer was so tempting. bad grades may not be the end of the world but that doesn’t mean that xiao zhan was not tempted by the C+ offer. if he did well sa last tests, baka maka-B pa siya. if he did nothing, he would get an F and repeat the subject and whatnot. shit, tangina ng math.
“i—sir,” namula ng slight si xiao zhan and his eyes watered. feel niya na binubully siya. judging by the way yibo’s eyes were dark, he’s probably into that. xiao zhan’s hand, still resting against yibo’s erection, pressed down.
“ fuck . ‘yan gusto kong type ng student—madaling kausap.” yibo reached over and grabbed xiao zhan’s nape. with a low voice, he ordered, “chupa.”
xiao zhan shook, “here?”
yibo raised an eyebrow, “saan pa? never blew another guy in a car before?”
xiao zhan, actually, had done it in a car. pero hindi sa school, tangina. ilang kembot lang nasa may gesu na sila tapos gusto ng prof na ‘to na magpachupa sa parking lot ng university? amputa.
yibo grew impatient. he pushed his seat to give him a lot of space before pulling xiao zhan toward his crotch. xiao zhan twisted and felt pain from the way he was dragged. yung mukha niya was directly on yibo’s crotch.
“that wasn’t a suggestion, xiao zhan,” yibo remarked lightly. his hand went up to grab xiao zhan’s hair before tugging lightly. xiao zhan gulped and teared up. para siyang puta, tangina, pero tinigisan din naman siya.
inayos ni xiao zhan katawan niya para medyo comfortable naman siya. yibo dragged his underwear down and surprise, xiao zhan licked his lips. tama nga ang pakiramdam niya—malaki tite ng prof niya.
yibo’s dick was long and thick and may slight curve which means, based from xiao zhan’s experience, na masarap tumira ‘tong si sir wang yibo. he’s also probably the biggest guy xiao zhan has been with. nagflutter involuntarily yung butas niya.
fuck, paano ‘to magkakasya sa bibig niya?
sinimulan ni xiao zhan sa kamay, making yibo as hard as possible. he wrapped his small hand around the professor’s erection and pumped up and down. ang laki and taba sa kamay ni xiao zhan. in his loose hold, hindi nagme-meet yung fingers niya. kung ipasok ‘to ni yibo sa butas niya, sure si xiao zhan na malalaspag siya.
ang bilis ng tibok ng puso ni xiao zhan—the fact na nasa school pa sila was making him nervous.
dinilaan niya yung ulo ng titi ni sir yibo, tasted the salt against his skin before wrapping the entire head inside his mouth. naggroan yung prof niya as xiao zhan swirled his tongue around. he gently sucked the tip pero di muna niya ginalingan. kailangan basa muna.
xiao zhan started at the base before licking his way up. nagtighten kamay ni yibo sa buhok niya. mahilig manabunot. xiao zhan has never been with any men na may dom tendencies. lahat ng naging boyfriend niya softboys na mahilig sa cowgirl position.
once basa na buong tite ni yibo, xiao zhan came up again, medyo nakakangalay yung position niya. he swallowed yibo’s head again. this time, he made sure na maraming laway. mas masarap sa lalake ‘pag basang basa so xiao zhan made sure that it was all wet—hindi siya pwedeng mapahiya. he might have not wanted this himself, pero as a theater major, xiao zhan believed na dapat laging performance level.
“ tangina ,” isa na namang sabunot galing kay sir yibo and xiao zhan moaned around the man’s dick, which made yibo pull his hair again. sana hindi makalbo si xiao zhan dito.
tina-try ni xiao zhan ipasok buong tite ni yibo sa bibig niya. sayang hindi magaling magdeep throat si xiao zhan, hindi siya trained. so of course, ginamit na lang niya yung kamay niya, wrapped it around the base and sinabayan yung up and down.
nilagyan ni xiao zhan ng konting higop and yibo’s hips bucked up. natamaan lalamunan niya ng ulo ng tite ng lalaki sa ilalim niya and xiao zhan gagged, flailing slightly as his hand faltered.
“puta ka,” mura ni yibo. xiao zhan came up for air and the other man’s eyes blaze. “pwede bang kantutin ko yang bibig mo?”
xiao zhan’s dick is leaking inside his underwear and parang wala na siyang utak, baka nga talaga tanga siya, because he nodded. nagulat siya nung hinawakan ni yibo the back of his head before showing it down his lap again.
xiao zhan opened his mouth and let yibo shove his dick inside. tangina, ang laki talaga. this time, gumalaw na si sir yibo and xiao zhan’s back aches, his jaw aches. ang bigat ng tite ni yibo sa dila niya and the older man mercilessly pounded xiao zhan’s throat.
with a hand behind xiao zhan’s head, yibo’s hips thrusted up and down. ang bilis, sobrang frantic, and xiao zhan held the steering wheel for purchase. his eyes were so hot, and he was trying to breathe through his nose pero ang hirap. nung sinabi ni yibo na kakantutin niya bibig ni xiao zhan, he was not kidding. the tip was hitting xiao zhan’s throat and the length was slipping down his esophagus.
hindi magaling si xiao zhan sa anatomy so that may be wrong but he could it feel down his throat. he probably looked so obscene, moaning around his professor’s dick for a high grade. pero tangina, xiao zhan felt so overwhelmed. ginawang parausan ni yibo yung bibig niya.
yibo did not care for his pleasure. he just fucked xiao zhan’s throat. xiao zhan’s drool slipped down and basang basa na siguro si yibo since naluluha na din si xiao zhan. yibo’s hips started to get erratic and xiao zhan felt the man stiffen up. walang any warning, mainit yung buhos ng tamod ni yibo sa bibig ni xiao zhan, straight down to his stomach.
“lunok, puta,” sabi ni yibo as he held xiao zhan down. xiao zhan sobbed as he tried to swallow all of the man’s come. ang sama ng lasa, fuck. xiao zhan has never swallowed before so when he felt yibo’s hold loosen, he immediately came up.
yibo tucked himself inside his pants and didn’t even bother buttoning himself up. tinaas lang niya yung zipper. he turned the engine of the car on habang umiinom ng tubig si xiao zhan.
“my condo’s thirty minutes away,” sabi ni sir yibo. “kung masarap kang laspagin, i can give you a B in my class.”
ang linis and bango din ng condo ni wang yibo, xiao zhan observed as he walked in apprehensively. ang lala talaga, para siyang sinapian sa ginagawa niya. papagamit siya sa prof niya para sa grade.
yibo didn’t hesitate. walang pleasantries—walang “gusto mo ba ng coffee, tea, or water?” he pointed to a door and said, “that’s the bathroom, clean yourself up.” and then to another door, “and that’s my room. go there after.”
xiao zhan resisted rolling his eyes. puta, babayaran ba siya nitong prof na ‘to? kung makautos ah. he put his bag down the entryway and went to the bathroom. xiao zhan cleaned himself thoroughly, inside and out, for a better experience.
nung natapos na siya, he realized na wala siyang pamalit na damit. he knew that he would get naked after anyway pero he wanted to preserve his dignity and did not want to walk to his prof’s room naked. he considered putting his dirty clothes again pero kadiri talaga. he rummaged through some cupboards in the bathroom and found a stack of clean towels.
he wrapped one around his waist and stepped out. nakasara yung pinto ni yibo and there’s a faint sound of music coming inside. ready, amputa, to cover the noises that they are going to make. xiao zhan looked around at first, found the condo neat and noticed the helmet displayed under the tv and a bunch of lego.
hindi na niya ginala yung tingin niya, not interested in being chismoso. he went in the bedroom and found yibo lounging against the covers. his big hand was pumping his dick up and down, tigas na tigas na agad. xiao zhan’s own erection has flagged down during the car ride pero si yibo, nilabas na once pero mukhang ready to go pa din. there is a tube of lube and some condoms sa may side table.
the younger student slightly gaped too. hindi niya ine-expect na under the loose clothing, ang fit ni yibo. may six-pack abs ito. his chest was pretty muscular too and his arms were well-defined. hindi alam ni xiao zhan why he would hide that under his uniqlo sweaters and dad jeans.
xiao zhan walked over and yibo eyed his body up and down. there’s a slight frown sa mukha nito before saying, “bakit nagtowel ka pa?”
hindi sumagot si xiao zhan and just let the towel fall from his body. yibo’s eyes tracked the movements and then the slope of xiao zhan’s body. his nipples are hard from being exposed. his waist is teeny tiny and his stomach flat. his hips flared wide and kahit na hindi siya nakatalikod, halata na mataba ang pwet niya.
nag-wolf whistle si yibo, licking his lips. “mas sexy ka pa sa kolehiyala, xiao zhan.”
xiao zhan blushed. hinablot ni yibo kamay niya and pulled him to his lap. xiao zhan straddled the older man’s waist and yibo’s big hands immediately found their place on xiao zhan’s fat ass. nilamas ni yibo yung pwet ni xiao zhan, thumbs pressing against the soft skin.
“taba ng pwet mo,” yibo praised. the math prof spanked xiao zhan lightly and ramdam ni xiao zhan pag-jiggle ng pwet niya. yibo did it again, pleased. “ilang lalake na ba nakatikim sayo? sa sexy mo na ‘yan, imposibleng virgin ka pa.”
nagstutter si xiao zhan. “hi-hindi na ko virgin.” half of him felt na sana may virginity kink prof niya—with the knowledge that he won’t be xiao zhan’s first, that he’d just stop. half of him, though… half of him wished na—ayon na nga.
yibo’s eyes darkened again as he grins up at xiao zhan. “good.”
tinanggal ni yibo yung kamay niya sa pwet ni xiao zhan before dragging the younger student into a hot kiss. ang galing humalik ni yibo, deep but forceful. xiao zhan tried to keep up as the man pressed his tongue inside xiao zhan’s mouth. parang tinitikman talaga ni yibo kabuuan ni xiao zhan. the shorter male’s tongue swiped behind xiao zhan’s teeth and xiao zhan clutched his hands against yibo’s smooth shoulders.
xiao zhan broke the kiss first and hinayaan lang siya ni yibo. his teacher let him take a deep breath before pulling him down again for another kiss. this time, yibo’s hand reaches to xiao zhan’s front as he jerks him off. magaling yung kamay ni yibo. his thumb swept over xiao zhan’s dickhead, spreading precome over the pinkish skin. yibo dragged him closer, pressed him flushed so that their cocks were skin to skin.
ang init-init ng pakiramdam ni xiao zhan and he started rubbing his cock against yibo’s. it felt so small against his teacher’s own erection. xiao zhan felt humiliated. he felt horny. tigas na tigas silang dalawa.
walang any any, sir yibo flipped their position. xiao zhan found himself on his back and yibo between his thighs. tuloy lang yung prof niya sa pagkaskas ng titi niya and this time, sabay niyang sinipsip ang suso ni xiao zhan. xiao zhan’s back arched off of the bed. ang sarap—ang galing ng prof niya. kung B ang matatanggap ni xiao zhan dito then yibo should get an A. four-point-o si sir sa galing niyang magpasarap.
basang basa na si xiao zhan from their precome and yibo must have felt as horny as he was dahil tinigilan niya na ang nipples ni xiao zhan. he grabbed the lube and quickly slipped the condom on. gago, halos maduwal si xiao zhan sa kaba. ang laki talaga ni yibo and he looked so experienced. the way he put the condom on suggested that he’s used to doing this often.
yibo leaned over and raised xiao zhan’s hips slightly. his thumb circled xiao zhan’s rim, commenting, “kasya ba ko dito?”
xiao zhan hid his face with his hands but yibo just let him. he heard the sound of the lube bottle opening and then, a few seconds later, yibo was pouring it over his hole and then shoving one finger inside.
daliri pa lang, ang taba na. sure si xiao zhan na kapag kinatot na siya ng lalaking ‘to, baka mawarak siya. yibo experimentally thrusted with one finger and found that xiao zhan was already soft and slightly loose from cleaning himself kanina. he hummed and xiao zhan chanced a look.
ang tigas ng tite ni yibo against his abs. fuck, gusto ni xiao zhan na pasukin na siya ng prof niya. yibo pressed another finger and then started banging xiao zhan. halos mamuti paningin ng mas batang lalaki. ang galing ni yibo—ang galing niya. ilang labas-pasok lang, he already found xiao zhan’s prostate.
“oh my god,” xiao zhan whimpered as yibo’s fingers slid against the bundle of nerves again. the man took that as encouragement and pinasok niya yung isa pa niyang daliri to fuck and prep the younger student for his cock. hindi sure si xiao zhan if enough na ang tatlo para sa tite ni yibo pero okay lang, okay lang talaga.
tuloy lang si yibo. halo na ang tunog ng basang balat, ng paglabas at pagpasok ng daliri sa butas ni xiao zhan, at ng music sa speakers ni yibo. xiao zhan moaned wantonly, putang puta na talaga siya. tuloy lang si sir yibo sa pag-abuso sa prostate niya. tangina, ang galing talaga.
“sir… sir…” ungol ni xiao zhan na may halong pagmamaka-awa. “sir yibo, please.”
“please ano?” tukso ni yibo. kahit na ganito ang sagot niya. he pulled his fingers out and placed the head of his dick against xiao zhan’s hole. hindi pinasok ni yibo yung tite niya agad agad. instead, he rubbed it against xiao zhan’s rim.
xiao zhan teared up, feeling sensitive already. he tried to hide his face again but this time, yibo stopped him. he had no choice but to say, “please fuck me. please fuck me, sir.”
“ayaw mo pa kanina,” sabi ni yibo. “putang puta ka din naman pala sa titi ko, xiao zhan.”
the vulgar words slipped out of yibo’s mouth naturally, as naturally as the way he pushed the head of his dick inside xiao zhan’s little hole.
“ ah—sandali. sandali lang, sir yibo ,” xiao zhan backtracked. ulo pa lang ata, hindi na niya kaya. he’s right na hindi sapat yung tatlong daliri lang as prep. he should have asked yibo for another, maybe another, and then let the older professor fuck him with his fist. xiao zhan whimpered but yibo did not slow down.
pinasok lang ng math prof ang titi niya, groaning when he bottomed out. xiao zhan’s ass was flushed against the older man’s balls. the younger student’s hands are fisted on the mattress covers.
xiao zhan took a deep breath and tried to adjust against the man’s size. ang laki ni yibo, ang kapal, ang taba ng tite niya sa loob ni xiao zhan. he felt so full.
it didn’t take long for yibo to move. nagsimula siya sa shallow thrusts, also trying to loosen xiao zhan up. yibo grabbed xiao zhan’s thighs, bago ito pinisil ng napakadiin. from the new position, nakabuwelo si yibo ng mas maayos and his movements started becoming stronger, harder. he fucked into xiao zhan earnestly as the younger student bounced on the bed from the movement.
“sarap ba, xiao zhan?” tanong ni yibo nung magpakawala si xiao zhan ng isang malakas na ungol. “basang basa kang puta ka.”
xiao zhan sobbed.
yibo pulled his dick almost all the way out before thrusting in and sliding against his sweet spot. his own erection hurt so fucking bad but he resisted the urge to take a hold off it, wanting yibo to touch him. gusto niya itong prof niya magpasarap sa kanya. xiao zhan wanted to be taken by this man—yung wala siyang magagawa kung hindi humiga at hayaan si yibo na parausan siya.
“ shit, shit ,” mura ni xiao zhan. nakakaputa talaga malaking tite. gets na gets na niya ngayon. feeling niya mamatay na siya as the older man’s cock repeatedly gives him searing pleasure. parang electricity from the top of his head down to his toes sa sarap. tangina. “sir, sir yibo. bilisan mo. please, pl— fuck .”
let it not be said that wang yibo is not a pleaser. nung sinabi ni xiao zhan na bilis, binilisan naman ni gago. tuloy siya sa pagbayo, making sure na tinitira niya ng mabuti si xiao zhan. xiao zhan was in so much pleasure that his head was fucking spinning with it. his balls were tightening up and ramdam niyang konti na lang, lalabasan na siya.
yibo continued to fuck him in earnest, cursing, “putangina, ang sikip mo, xiao zhan. gago. dito ka lang ah. tite ko lang kakantot sa ’yong puta ka.”
xiao zhan nodded dumbly and he felt the white hot pleasure of orgasm overtake him. si sir yibo din, his pace started getting erratic and he leaned over, one hand on the bed and kissing xiao zhan messily. gone is the expertise from before, all drool and tongue this time. yibo groaned against the kiss and came inside xiao zhan.
xiao zhan, in his haze, was slightly disappointed. yibo spilled inside the condom. the prof slowly softened in xiao zhan’s hole as they both try to catch his breath.
“fuck,” yibo cursed as he slipped out of xiao zhan. yung tite niya nakarest against his thigh as he panted. “sana una pa lang kinantot na kita. tangina, xiao zhan.”
xiao zhan did not reply, couldn’t. his tongue felt heavy in his mouth from tiredness. may sinabi pa si sir yibo, something about making xiao zhan sit on his dick during their individual consultations. sir yibo must have fucked the brains out of him—good thing that he’s a sure C+ in the man’s class.
from the speakers, eraserhead plays, hoy pare ko, meron akong problema. naramdaman niyang nagsnuggle si yibo beside him, yung tite niya snug sa pagitan ng matabang pwet ni xiao zhan.
the singing continues and xiao zhan felt the math prof hum against his sweat skin— wag mong sabihing na naman. in-lab ako sa isang kolehiyala.