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Lando grips the wood until his knuckles run white.
"Shit—shit," but he gets cut off when Daniel presses their lips together, and Lando feels lightheaded from the lack of air. They shouldn't be doing this. They really shouldn't be doing this, and Lando should've never started flirting with him, and Daniel definitely shouldn't have cut their lesson short to feel up his thighs, kiss his neck, lift him onto the desk—
Daniel pulls away, heaving. Lando's own breathing is harder. They aren't even having sex, not really, and this clothed humping is making Lando feel like a desperate, perverted high-school boy, but he can feel how hard Daniel is against him, so he must be doing something right.
"You're driving me insane, kid," Daniel breathes out into Lando's neck, gripping his hip tighter, stronger. Lando feels like he's going to start crying soon. "You know what would happen if your, fuck, your parents came home now?"
Lando's really going to cry. They might kick him out, or at the very least, they would never let him have a tutor again, and he actually does need one. It was just so hard paying attention when it was Daniel teaching the material to him. Staring at his lips, his tight tee clinging to his body like a second skin.
Daniel doesn't want to hear any of that, though, Lando knows that. "They'd think I was a—a whore."
He whispers something vulgar under his breath. "Shit, yeah, baby, shit, they would." Daniel's making him feel like one this close to cumming with his pants on, legs spread open on his own bedroom desk. He feels filthy. Daniel feels huge against him. Lando feels dizzy at the thought of taking him.
He grips the desk harder. "I'm—I'm so close, sir. I'm really, I'm, fuck—please."
The sir must do something for Daniel because he groans and speeds up, and Lando feels like the man's just going to tear his hip off at some point. If he wasn't so delirious off the pleasure, he might have giggled. Of course he likes that. What a simple man.
"More, sir, please. More."
Daniel grunts. "I'll give you more, don't worry, baby."
His other hand takes hold of Lando's hair and pulls it backward, mouthing at his neck, scratching it with his beard. It's such a gross thing for him to think but Lando loves the pain that comes with the kisses, and the more Daniel kisses up and down his neck, the closer he feels to cumming, the harder and faster and rougher that Daniel grinds against him, the whispered swears from Daniel against his skin, he can feel it—
He shouts when his orgasm tears through him, nails digging into the wood and his tutor's name on his tongue. Daniel starts speaking to him through the chasing of his own but Lando just lets the words go through his head like a breeze. He's not sure he learned anything today except the fact that he might have a little bit of a crush.