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“Well, Hwang Intak, if you think 4th graders’ quiz answers are so funny, you’ll be delighted to stay behind after class and help our dear TA grade them, hm?”
Intak’s smile falls at that. “But ma’am, I have–”
“Practice? Oh, be assured, I know. But I’m sure the coach will forgive me, considering I’m his wife.”
Intak’s friends, who had been laughing with him a minute ago, are now laughing at him, and Intak sighs deeply.
Intak glances at the teacher’s assistant. He’s only been here since the beginning of the week, introduced by their teacher as her cousin’s son, Choi Jiung, who was in whatever year of learning to be a teacher. Intak doesn’t know why anyone would want to do that job, but he guesses the guy looks the part, what with his glasses and ironed dress shirt.
What a nerd, he thinks. This is going to be so boring.
An hour, 15 4th grade math quiz copies and a broken AC later, Intak is eating his words. Choi Jiung looks totally different with his glasses dropped on the desk, his hair pushed away from his forehead, the top 3 buttons of his shirt undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
And maybe Intak has spent the better part of the last couple of minutes staring at the man instead of his papers, so when Jiung lifts his head to massage his neck and catches Intak’s eyes, the latter blushes furiously and drops his eyes, albeit too late. He already got caught looking down Jiung’s shirt.
“Distracted, Hwang Intak-ssi?” It’s the first time Jiung has actually addressed him.
Intak chuckles nervously. “Yeah, uh– Wishing I was in the court, I guess.”
“In that heat? You’re already so wet in here, I can’t imagine what you’d be like in the gym.”
“ Wet ?” Intak repeats with a start, eyes wide.
Jiung points to his forehead. “With sweat?”
Intak laughs it off, feeling like his ears are burning. “Aaah, right, yeah, uh, I’m pretty sweaty I guess. Just wish I was sweating for a good cause.”
“4th grade math is a good cause.”
“It’s not going to get me into the regional team.”
“It could, if you behave and Mrs Lim puts in a good word with her husband about what a good boy you are.”
Intak’s lungs collapse on themselves and he chokes for a moment.
Jiung raises an eyebrow. Then he smirks. “I forgot how dirty-minded teenagers could be, what with being hormonal and all.”
“I’m not–”
“Yeah, and you’re not into guys either, I bet?” Jiung interrupts, waving him off.
“Well, I didn’t say that,” Intak mumbles.
Jiung hums and returns to correcting quizzes.
“Are you?” Intak asks after a moment.
“What?” Jiung doesn’t look away from his work. It kind of iffuriates Intak – after all he basically just came out to the guy – but he also kind of doesn’t mind because of how this angle make Jiung’s jawline look.
“Into guys.”
Jiung snorts. “That is a rather inappropriate thing to ask me, Intak-ssi. How does my sex life affect our task? Don’t make me tell your teacher you’re misbehaving in her absence.”
Intak groans. “Just answer the fucking question, man.”
Jiung sits up straighter at that, raising an eyebrow. Intak feels his stomach dropping a little at the look, and somehow not in a bad way. Maybe Jiung was right and he is hormonal.
“Is that any way to speak to your teacher, Hwang Intak-ssi?”
“You’re not my teacher.”
“I might as well be, considering I’m basically doing Mrs Lim’s work at the moment.”
“You’re still avoiding the subject, though. You talked about my sex life, why can’t I bring up yours?”
“I do apologize for speculating on your dating preferences, that wasn’t right of me. But you’re just–”
“What?” Intak challenges, now feeling adrenaline pumping into his veins.
“Looking at me like that, being a brat… ”
“Right, you wanted me to be a good boy .”
“I didn’t–”
Whether because it’s been a long day, or because it’s hot, or because Intak is just, well, Intak, but Jiung’s resolve seems to crumble a little. So Intak does what any hot-headed teenager does when they see a crack: he dives in head first. Or rather, knees first, grabbing the edge of Jiung’s chair to turn it toward him. Jiung’s eyes go wide but he doesn’t get to say anything before Intak puts his hands on Jiung’s thighs.
“How about a deal? You let me find out if you’re into guys, and in exchange I’ll show you how good of a boy I can be. What do you say, teach’?”
“What are you–”
“You wouldn’t want me to tell Mrs Lim about your comment on my mind-dirtying hormones, would you, hm?”
Jiung stammers, between confusion and stupefaction. Intak takes the opportunity to undo his uniform shirt and slide it off his shoulders, leaving him in a quite frankly drenched tank top, showing Jiung exactly why he’s in the team in the first place. He doesn’t miss – or mind – the way Jiung’s eyes drift over him, pupils dillating.
“Don’t worry, teach’, I’ve done this before.”
“That’s not–”
Intak interrupts him again by rubbing his hands on Jiung’s thighs, his thumbs dangerously close to his crotch.
“Feeling a little hot in those, hyung?” Intak pouts, putting on his best puppy eyes. “Let me help you with that.”
His hands move to Jiung’s fly. Jiung suddenly grabs Intak’s wrists, but Intak is already there, and he can tell how hard Jiung has already gotten, and so the grip on him is loose and Intak easily pushes past Jiung’s last defense. He easily gets the older’s cock out.
And, well, okay. It’s bigger than Intak expected. It’s bigger than he’s seen in real life. Definitely bigger than he’s ever had in his mouth. Advantage of being fully grown, maybe. He licks his lips.
“I’ll be in your care, Choi Jiung teacher-nim,” he says, looking up as prettily as he knows how, before taking Jiung’s tip in his mouth.
Intak hears Jiung’s breath hitch. He feels burning hot in his mouth.
And at first, Intak tries to be methodical. He remembers all the advice he’s gotten, everything he’s learned from porn or his older’s sister’s erotica novels, and applies it as best he can. But the temperature keeps increasing and soon enough Intak’s head starts feeling cloudy. He knows he’s starting to slobber too much, his breathing isn’t controlled enough, and he’s taking more and more in too fast.
Jiung, who until now had not been more vocal than a couple of grunts and muffled grunts, lets out a sigh through his teeth. He grabs Intak’s hair and pulls him off – not too much that it hurts, but with enough of a grip to make Intak whine.
“Not so quick, Intak-ssi. You wouldn’t want your work to feel sloppy, would you?”
“Yes, teach’. I think I need a little guidance in order to improve, though.”
“Hm, I’ll help you.”
So Intak eases back onto Jiung’s cock as the older holds his head in the right angle by the back of his neck and cheek.
“Just like that, Intak-ssi,” Jiung whispers.
Intak squeezes his eyes shut, tears pearling his eyelashes, focusing to relax his jaw and throat.
“I’ll do the heavy lifting, now,” Jiung says through gritted teeth, “you’ve shown you’re really– ah– diligent , Intak-ssi.”
Intak hums at the compliment. Jiung must like it because suddenly his hips buck up and Intak chokes a little. He doesn’t pull off, however. God, he even hopes Jiung does it again.
“Very patient,” Jiung continues, starting to move his hips to meet Intak’s movements. “You take pride in your craft– ng– you follow directions well…”
Jiung is punctuating every compliment with a new thrust, and Intak’s hands slip from Jiung’s thighs and he goes practically limp on top of him.
Intak forces his eyes open in order to beg Jiung, and the sight above him makes his already hard cock throb in his dreadfully tight uniform slacks. Jiung has undone the rest of the buttons and his shirt is fully open, displaying his chest – his tattooed chest, tho Intak doesn’t have the presence of mind to really care about what they depict, and sweat drips down the sides of his face, his tongue poking out between parted pink lips.
Jiung seems to get the message and he thrusts into Intak’s mouth more forcefully, still holding him in an optimal angle to get as much of himself inside every time without making Intak choke.
More compliments trickle from his mouth, and Intak comes in his pants at some point, shaking through it but not pulling off.
“I’m almost there,” Jiung says, breathing quickly. “You’re so good, Intak-ssi.”
Intak has half a mind to whimper.
It takes less than a minute for Jiung to pull Intak off and come on his collarbones. Intak opens and closes his mouth, swallowing his pre-cum-tainted saliva.
“Such a good boy,” Jiung whispers as he finishes.
“I think I can conclude that you like guys,” Intak says despite the sore throat.
“Fucking hell,” Jiung groans.