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The university hallway was supposed to be a safe zone, but right now, it felt like a trap.
Namping hurried past the rows of lockers, his hand gripping the strap of his backpack so tightly his knuckles turned white.
He had been so focused on passing his midterms that the dates on the calendar had completely blurred together. He had forgotten his suppressants.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he chided himself, his breath hitching as a sudden wave of dizzying heat washed over him.
The faint, sweet scent of milk and fresh jasmine was beginning to bleed into the air, trailing behind him like a beacon. A couple of Alpha upperclassmen leaning against a water cooler suddenly stopped talking, their heads snapping in Namping's direction, their nostrils flaring.
Panic seized Namping's chest. He looked around wildly, looking for an empty classroom to hide in before his scent fully gave him away.
Suddenly, a heavy, dark fabric dropped over his shoulders, cutting off the drafty hallway air. Before Namping could even gasp, the material was expertly draped over him, enveloping him completely.
The immediate, overwhelming scent of rich cedarwood and sharp ozone flooded his senses, instantly acting like a shield. It was a dominant, fierce Alpha scent that effectively suffocated Namping's sweet jasmine, masking it from the corridor.
The upperclassmen down the hall instantly looked away, recognizing the terrifyingly powerful territorial mark of an older Alpha.
Namping blinked, clutching the lapels of the heavy suit jacket. He looked up through his eyelashes, his heart doing a violent flip.
Standing right in front of him was professor Keng.
At twenty-five, Keng was the youngest biology professor on campus, always impeccably dressed, completely focused, and notoriously unbothered by university gossip.
For the past year, Namping had nursed a massive, hopeless crush on him, convinced the brilliant professor only saw him as a name on a grading sheet.
But right now, Keng wasn't looking at him like a student. His usual calm expression was tightened into a hard, protective frown.
"Arjan Keng??" Namping whispered, his voice trembling as he pulled the professor's jacket tighter around his small frame. "Khopun khap..."
"You forgot again," Keng said. His voice was a low, quiet rumble meant only for Namping's ears. Underneath his composure lay a deep, simmering intensity that had been building for twelve months. "I've been keeping track of your cycle since last semesters' labs, Namping. If I hadn't been walking by, do you have any idea what would have happened just now? Go straight home."
Namping gave a small, respectful bow, his cheeks burning a deep crimson. "I... I had an exam this morning. I lost track of the days. I'll return your jacket tomorrow, Arjan."
With his heart hammering, Namping turned and hurried toward the campus exit. He kept his head down, completely unaware that the moment he stepped away, Keng's entire demeanor shifted.
Keng stood at the end of the corridor, his dark eyes locked onto Namping's retreating figure. Keeping a deliberate distance, Keng followed him out of the building.
For the entire walk back to Namping's neighborhood, Keng stayed a block behind, acting as a silent, invisible shield, his sharp gaze warning off any Alpha who dared to look too closely at his Omega.
Just as Namping turned the corner to his street, Keng's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see Namping's mother's name on the screen.
"Sawadee khap, Khun," Keng answered, his voice instantly smoothing back into his polite, professional tone.
"Ah, Arjan Keng!" her voice came through the line, sounding slightly rushed over the background noise of traffic. "I'm so sorry to call you last minute. Namping's father and I got caught up in an urgent business trip out of town. We won't be back until late tomorrow. I know you have a tutoring session scheduled with Namping tonight-please just head straight over to the house. He's home, and the spare key is in the usual spot."
Keng's hand tightened around his phone. His heart hit his ribs like a sledgehammer.
Namping was alone.
In an empty house.
In the middle of an escalating pre-heat cycle.
And Keng had just been given a direct invitation to walk right in.
Ten minutes later, Namping was in his bedroom, having just changed into a soft, oversized t-shirt. He was about to curl up under his blankets when he heard the distinct click of the front door opening downstairs, followed by a heavy, devastatingly familiar scent drifting up the stairwell. Cedarwood and ozone completely dominated the quiet house.
Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed on the stairs, and professor Keng stepped into the room, loosening his tie with one hand. After explaining the situation with Namping's parents, Keng surprisingly remained the perfect gentleman.
He gently insisted that Namping rest on the bed while he sat at the nearby dining table downstairs, unbuttoning his top collar button and rolling up his sleeves to grade university lab papers.
But Keng's calm exterior was a total lie. Underneath the scratching of his red pen, the 25-year-old Alpha was losing his absolute sanity. Every breath he took was filled with Namping's sweet, intoxicating jasmine scent, which was spiking higher by the minute.
Keng's jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, his inner Alpha roaring at him to drop the papers.
Meanwhile, Namping wasn't sleeping at all.
Buried deep beneath his fluffy blanket, he was curled into a tight ball, his wide eyes locked onto his professor from across the open room.
Watching Keng work jaw sharp, glasses perched on his nose, entirely focused yet radiating a raw, dangerous masculinity-made Namping's heart race.
He kept pulling Keng's suit jacket against his nose, desperately trying to find comfort in the rich cedarwood scent.
Eventually, the restless heat in his veins made it impossible to lie still.
Needing a distraction and unable to find comfort away from the source, Namping threw off the blanket, padded over to the dining table with his textbook, and slid into the chair right next to Keng.
Keng's pen froze. He looked up, his dark eyes burning with a tightly controlled intensity. "Can't sleep?"
"No, Arjan," Namping murmured, his voice soft and slightly breathless. He slid his biology textbook between them, trying to look studious despite his flushed cheeks. "I thought... I should study instead."
Keng slowly closed the grading folder, leaning back in his chair. He looked at Namping, tracking the way the younger boy's pulse fluttered at his throat.
"Alright. Where did we leave off?"
Namping flipped the pages, his fingers trembling slightly until he reached the next section in the syllabus.
He stopped, his breath catching. There, in bold letters at the top of the page, was the title of the new unit: Anatomy and Physiology: The Biology of Reproduction.
Namping instantly felt his face turn entirely crimson. He instinctively tried to pull his oversized shirt down, shielding his face with his hands. "Uh... maybe we should skip this chapter, Arjan."
A slow, devastatingly handsome smirk tugged at the corner of Keng's lips. He didn't look away. Instead, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, invading Namping's space just enough to let his heavy Alpha scent completely envelope him.
"Skip it?" Keng's voice dropped into a low, velvety baritone that made Namping's knees weak. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers gently tapping the textbook page. "But Namping, this is the most important chapter of the semester. Especially for an Omega who keeps forgetting his heat schedule."
Before Namping could even process the sudden movement, Keng reached out and pulled Namping straight into his space, completely erasing the distance between them.
With effortless strength, Keng lifted him and pulled Namping onto his lap.
Namping gasped, his hands instinctively coming up to rest against Keng's broad shoulders for balance. Sitting on Keng's lap, Namping could feel everything ,the rigid line of Keng's posture, the rapid beat of his heart, and the sheer heat radiating from his body.
Keng didn't let him pull away. He wrapped one large, warm hand securely around Namping's waist to hold him in place, while his other hand casually reached out to turn the page of the biology textbook sitting on the table.
"Let's look at the diagram, Namping," Keng murmured. His voice was a low, right against Namping's ear, his hot breath sending an intense shiver straight down the younger boy's spine. "The text says that during this cycle, an Omega's body becomes hyper-sensitive to an Alpha's touch. It claims the reaction is entirely involuntary."
Keng's gaze shifted from the book, locking onto Namping's wide, breathless eyes. A devastatingly sharp, possessive smirk played on his lips.
"As your professor, I think it's important to verify if the literature is accurate," Keng whispered, his tone was dangerous, heavy intensity that had been building for an entire year.
Slowly, deliberately, Keng's hand slid from Namping's waist, trailing down to rest on his bare thigh.
Even through the fabric of Namping's shorts, the touch felt like pure electricity. Keng's large hand squeezed gently, his fingers burning into Namping's skin, sending a jolt of raw heat straight through him.
Namping's head tilted back, a soft, helpless whimper escaping his lips as his own jasmine scent spiked in pure, unadulterated reaction.
His fingers tightened into the fabric of Keng's dress shirt, completely helpless under the touch of the Alpha he had been craving for months.
"Look at that," Keng teased softly, his dark eyes darkening further as he felt Namping tremble violently on his lap, completely driven wild by the touch. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Namping's burning cheek. "An immediate response. It seems the textbook didn't do you justice at all, Namping."
"Arjan..." Namping breathed out, his voice practically a plea as he buried his face into the crook of Keng's neck.
The scent of cedarwood was dizzying up close, completely overriding the frantic, chaotic signals of his pre-heat. He felt small, protected, and entirely consumed by the older man's presence. "Please..."
"Please what, Namping?" Keng murmured. He didn't pull away; instead, his grip on Namping's waist tightened, anchoring the trembling boy against his chest. His thumb stroked the smooth skin of Namping's thigh, the slow, rhythmic motion making Namping's mind go entirely blank.
Keng leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Namping's ear. "You know, Namping... a good professor never relies solely on the textbook. If a student is struggling to comprehend a topic, it's my job to step in."
Namping shifted instinctively, his hips pressing closer into Keng's lap as a fresh wave of heat rolled through his veins. He whimpered at the sudden friction, his hands gripping the shoulders of Keng's dress shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white.
A low, deep laugh escaped Keng's throat l, raw and instinctual, meant to soothe a distressed mate. Hearing it sent a jolt of pure comfort straight to Namping's core.
"I've watched you try to figure out your own instincts for a whole year," Keng whispered, his voice dropping into a possessive, heavy register that left no room for argument. He tilted Namping's chin up with his fingers, forcing the flushed, breathless student to look him dead in the eye. "But tonight, we're putting the books away. Since you can't seem to remember the theory, I'm going to give you a complete, practical demonstration."
Namping's eyes widened slightly, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Arjan..."
"Let's start with tactile response," Keng murmured, his eyes darkening further as his hand on Namping's thigh moved higher, his long fingers tracing a deliberate, burning path up the sensitive skin. "The textbook says an Omega's nerve endings become extremely reactive to an Alpha's touch during pre-heat. Let's see how true that is."
Namping let out a sharp gasp as Keng's fingers applied just a bit more pressure, his thumb brushing against a highly sensitive pressure point on his inner thigh.
The sheer intensity of the sensation had Namping arching his back, his head falling back against Keng's shoulder as a soft, broken cry escaped him.
His jasmine scent spiked to an almost intoxicating sweetness, completely surrendering to the Alpha's touch.
Keng leaned down, his lips brushing against the skin right beneath Namping's jaw, right where his scent gland was pulsing frantically. He didn't bite-not yet-but the teasing warmth of his breath against the skin made Namping shiver violently.
"Pay close attention, Namping," Keng whispered against his skin, his hand sliding up to grip Namping's hip, lifting him just enough to shift their positions. "Because this is one lesson you're going to remember every single detail of."
Namping was still trapped on Keng's lap, his small frame trembling violently against the Alpha's broad, unyielding chest. The cool wood of the dining table pressed against his back as Keng leaned over him, trapping him in place. The scattered biology papers lay forgotten around them, the open textbook the only witness to how completely the lines had blurred.
A slow, dangerously sharp smirk spread across Keng's lips. He didn't loosen his grip on Namping's hip for a single second. Instead, he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of Namping's ear, his deep voice dropping into a low, whisper laced with a toxic, possessive edge.
"We can stop right here if you want, Namping," Keng teased softly, his fingers digging just a little deeper into Namping's thigh . "I can pull my hands back, pack up my things, and leave you alone in this empty house to handle your heat by yourself. Is that what you want?"
Namping's eyes snapped open, wide and glazed with pure, heat-driven panic. His mind was screaming at him that this was completely wrong-Keng was his professor, his Arjan, the man who graded his exams. He should be pushing him away. He should be stammering out a rejection.
But the thick, intoxicating wave of cedarwood and ozone flooding his senses completely demolished his restraint. His inner Omega was utterly terrified of Keng pulling away and leaving him in the cold.
"N-No..." Namping stammered instantly, his voice cracking as his pride entirely disintegrated. He didn't even hesitate, answering immediately as he clutched at the fabric of Keng's shirt. "Don't... don't leave. Don't go back, Arjan. Please."
Keng tilted his head, his dark eyes flashing with a fiercely satisfied, predatory gleam.
He liked how needy the younger boy was becoming. He wanted to hear him say it clearly.
"Please what, Namping?" Keng murmured, his hand sliding slowly up Namping's thigh, tracing a burning path toward his waist. "Speak clearly. Tell your professor exactly what you need."
"I... I want you to stay," Namping cried out softly, his face burning a deep crimson as he buried his nose into Keng's neck, completely surrendering to the fever in his veins. He squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers digging desperately into Keng's shoulders. "Don't stop, Arjan... I need you."
Keng let out a low, dark rumble of approval that vibrated directly against Namping's chest, sending a jolt of raw comfort straight through the student's body.
"Good boy," Keng whispered against his skin, his grip tightening possessively as he shifted Namping more firmly against his lap, completely sealing the trap. "Remember this moment, Namping. You're the one who begged your professor to stay."
Keng tightened his grip on Namping's waist, anchoring the trembling boy flush against his chest before leaning down to claim his mouth.
Since it was Namping's very first time, the sudden intensity of the contact made his eyes widen in surprise. He froze for a split second, entirely unsure of what to do with his hands or how to breathe. He was a pure virgin, his only exposure to romance being the distant, clinical text of his university manuals.
But Keng didn't let him stay startled for long.
The older Alpha was patient but incredibly demanding. Keng coaxed Namping's lips open with a soft, firm pressure, guiding him into the rhythm of the embrace. When Namping let out a breathless, needy sigh, Keng took the invitation, sliding his tongue inside to deeply taste him.
The sensation was overwhelming. Namping let out a muffled whimper against Keng's mouth, his hands instantly flying up to clutch at Keng's shoulders for balance.
Keng tasted like faint coffee and dark, intoxicating Alpha dominance, a combination that made Namping's head spin completely out of control.
Keng used his tongue to stroke against Namping's in slow, deliberate movements, effectively teaching the younger boy exactly how to respond.
It was a masterclass in pleasure, delivered right there on the dining room lap. Driven entirely by his instincts and Keng's expert guidance, Namping began to tentatively copy the movements, clumsily but eagerly kissing back.
"Mm, Arjan..." Namping murmured into the kiss, the sweet scent of jasmine spiking to a dizzying peak as he completely melted against Keng's chest.
Keng swallowed the sound, his tongue deepening the stroke, claiming every corner of Namping's mouth until the younger boy was entirely breathless, his mind thoroughly consumed by his professor.
Keng broke the kiss while keeping his fingers hooked firmly under Namping's jaw, tilting his chin upward to force the flushed, dazed student to look him dead in the eye.
Namping's gaze was completely unfocused, heavy with need, his lips parted and shiny from their first encounter.
With his other hand, Keng casually reached down and dragged the heavy biology textbook back to the center of the table, flipping a page over until a detailed diagram of the nervous system during arousal was facing them.
"Let's look back at the literature, Namping," Keng murmured, his deep, velvety baritone vibrating right against Namping's burning ear. "Section four states that when an Omega is exposed to an Alpha's proximity, their cognitive processing slows down, while their physical sensitivity multiplies by threefold. It calls it a defense mechanism to ensure compliance."
Namping's heart hammered violently against his ribs. He was sitting right on his professor's lap, the thick scent of cedarwood and ozone completely scrambling his brain. He tried to read the words on the page, but the letters were blurring together.
"A-Arjan..." Namping stammered out, his fingers weakly clutching Keng's shoulders. "I... I can't read it right now."
"Exactly. Hypothesis proven," Keng whispered, a devastatingly sharp, possessive smirk cutting across his face.
He didn't look at the book; his dark eyes were locked entirely on the way Namping's pulse was racing at his throat. "Your cognitive processing is already compromised. Now, let's verify the second part of the text-the part about physical sensitivity."
Slowly, deliberately, Keng slid his large, warm hand back under the hem of Namping's oversized shirt, resting his palm flat against the bare, sensitive skin of Namping's waist.
Namping let out a sharp, involuntary gasp, his back arching instantly at the sudden, searing contact.
"The text claims that a light touch here causes an immediate spike in cortisol and body temperature," Keng teased softly, his fingers tracing a burning path up Namping's ribs , applying just enough pressure to make the younger boy shiver violently on his lap. "Tell me, Namping... does the textbook feel accurate to you, or does your professor need to provide an even more thorough demonstration?"
Namping could barely breathe, let alone form a proper sentence. He was completely trapped between the hard edge of the dining table and Keng's rock-solid chest, his body entirely at the mercy of the older man's wandering hand.
"I-It's accurate," Namping whimpered out, his face burning a deep crimson as he tried to look anywhere but at Keng's piercing dark eyes. "Arjan, please... the book is right."
"Is it?" Keng murmured, his voice dropping an octave into a low, rumbling register that vibrated directly against Namping's chest. "A good professor never relies on a single data point, Namping. We need to test the variables."
To prove his point, Keng's hand slid further up, his long, elegant fingers tracing the sensitive line of Namping's spine. Everywhere his skin met Keng's palm, a jolt of raw electricity shot straight through Namping's veins.
At the same time, Keng shifted his weight slightly, his thigh pressing a little harder against Namping's lap, applying a devastatingly perfect amount of friction.
Namping let out a high, broken whimper, his hands automatically tightening into the fabric of Keng's dress shirt as his hips gave an involuntary, needy twitch against the Alpha's lap.
The sweet, intoxicating scent of jasmine spiked drastically, completely filling the dining room.
Keng let out a low, deeply satisfied purr at the reaction, his eyes darkening with absolute dominance.
"Look at page 142," Keng whispered, his hot breath brushing against Namping's flushing earlobe. "It notes that an Omega's scent production becomes completely unmanageable when an Alpha stimulates their primary nerve endings. Look at how much you're spilling your scent for me right now, Namping. You're completely filling my room with it."
"Arjan... y-you're doing it on purpose," Namping cried out softly, completely undone by the teasing, sensual torment. He was a pure virgin, and his body was registering every single touch as a demand to be claimed. "Please... don't tease me anymore."
"I'm not teasing, Namping. This is a practical seminar," Keng whispered, his smirk widening into something fiercely possessive as he gripped Namping's waist, lifting him just enough to adjust him more firmly onto his lap. "Now, let's move on to the next paragraph. It discusses what happens when the Alpha finally stops holding back."
Namping's breath hitched completely, the sheer, crushing weight of Keng's scent leaving him totally lightheaded.
He was a pure virgin, completely unvisited by any Alpha before tonight, and the sudden, raw shift from a teasing university professor to a fiercely dominant predator made his heart hammer frantically against his ribs.
A deep, burning crimson flushed across Namping's cheeks, spilling down his neck to stain his collarbone. Overwhelmed by how exposed he felt on Keng's lap, he tried to turn his head away, his fingers trembling as he weakly clutched at the lapels of Keng's shirt to hide his face.
"A-Arjan..." Namping whispered, his voice incredibly small, breathless, and laced with a deep, defensive shyness. "Please... don't look at me so closely. It's... I've never... nobody has ever touched me here."
Keng let out a low, dark rumble of pure satisfaction that sent a jolt of helpless compliance straight through the younger boy's veins.
He tightened his grip on Namping's jaw, his long fingers gently but unyieldingly forcing Namping's face back up so their eyes locked.
"I know you've never been touched, Namping," Keng murmured, his gaze dripping with an intensely masculine, predatory heat.
He leaned in until his lips brushed against Namping's burning earlobe, his hot breath making the student shiver violently. "That's exactly why I'm taking my time. You're completely untouched, and I am going to teach your body exactly how delicious it feels to be thoroughly ruined by your Alpha."
Namping let out a soft, embarrassed squeak at the sheer boldness of the words. He instinctively tried to pull his hips back, to find some semblance of space, but Keng's hand on his waist was an iron vice, anchoring him ruthlessly to his lap.
"S-Shouldn't we... go to the bedroom?" Namping stammered out, his dazed, glassy eyes shifting shyly away from Keng's intense stare, looking anywhere for an escape from the suffocating tension. "The dining room... it's too open... someone might..."
"No one is coming, Namping," Keng whispered, a devastatingly handsome, possessive smirk cutting through the dim light. He shifted his weight deliberately, rolling his hips up against Namping's in a slow, heavy friction that made Namping arch his back with a sudden, sharp gasp.
"We're staying right here. Forget about the bedroom. From this moment on, your only lesson is how to take me."
Namping was completely frozen, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Keng's massive, solid frame pressed so flush against him made him feel incredibly small.
He didn't know where to put his hands, his eyes darting everywhere-from the edge of the table to the buttons on Keng's shirt-anywhere but Keng's heavy, burning gaze.
"You're remarkably quiet now, Namping," Keng murmured, his deep voice dripping with a slow, deliberate amusement. He didn't shift or move; he simply sat there, letting Namping feel the sheer, intimidating weight of an Alpha holding him down. "Where did all that stammering go?"
"I... I'm just..." Namping swallowed hard, his throat tight. He shyly reached up, his trembling fingers gathering a fistful of Keng's shirt right over his chest, using it to anchor himself because his knees felt like absolute water. "It's too close, Arjan. Your shirt... it's scratching against mine. It's too hot."
Keng's eyes darkened, a slow, predatory smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. He liked the innocence. He liked how every tiny detail even just the friction of their clothes rubbing together as they breathed-was enough to make the younger boy completely flustered.
"Is the fabric bothering you?" Keng whispered, his hot breath brushing right over Namping's flushed, burning cheek.
Slowly, deliberately, Keng reached down. He didn't move Namping at all; instead, his large, warm hand found the bottom button of his own dress shirt, undoing it with slowly.
Then the next one.
And the next.
Namping's breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening in panic as the crisp cotton parted, revealing the broad, warm expanse of Keng's chest.
The rich, suffocating scent of cedarwood and pure Alpha heat exploded between them, completely unhindered now.
"There," Keng saidsoftly, his hand sliding up to cup Namping's jaw, forcing the blushing boy to look at the skin he had just exposed. "No more fabric in the way. Press your face right here, Namping. Let's see if you're still complaining about being too hot."
Keng's large, warm palm slid slowly up from Namping's waist, his calloused fingers tracing the sensitive line of the boy's ribs.
Every inch of skin-to-skin contact felt like liquid fire to Namping's virgin body. He could only watch with wide, dazed eyes as Keng's hand moved higher, completely helpless to stop him.
When Keng's thumb deliberately brushed over his tight, sensitive nipple, Namping's breath shattered.
"Ah...!" A loud, unbidden moan escaped his lips, echoing sharply in the quiet dining room. He immediately clamped his mouth shut, his face exploding into a shy crimson. He tried to hide his face in Keng's neck, utterly mortified by the sound he had just made.
"It... It feels too hot... Ajarn.... Hng," Namping whimpered, his fingers tightening into the fabric of Keng's trousers as a wave of intense heat pooled in his lower stomach.
Keng let out a low, gravelly rumble of pure satisfaction against Namping's skin. Instead of backing off, his thumb rolled over the sensitive peak again, pinching it with a teasing, agonizingly slow pressure that made Namping's toes curl.
"Is it too hot, Namping?" Keng murmured. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over Namping's wet, parted lips. "That's just your body learning what it feels like to be touched by an Alpha. Don't hide that pretty voice from me. Let me hear exactly what my hands are doing to you."
Keng's restraint broke completely. Locking his arm securely around Namping's waist, he shifted his weight and began slowly, deliberately rolling his hips right against Namping's groin.
The heavy, unyielding friction through the barrier of their clothes was a sudden, white-hot shock to Namping's body.
Namping completely unraveled, his head falling back as the intense pleasure shattered his remaining control.
"Ahhhhhhh...! Ahhh...!" Namping gasped out, his chest heaving as the loud, unbidden cries tore from his throat.
He tried to swallow the sounds, but Keng rolled against him again, heavier this time, making Namping's eyes snap wide in pure, dazed shock. "Hngggg... h-ha hhhhh...!"
"Don't hold it back, Namping," Keng growled softly, his dark eyes locked on the boy's trembling, wet lips. "Let me hear it."
"Ajarn... ahhhhh! It's-hngnn... too much..." Namping sobbed out, his voice cracking into a high, breathless whine as the friction centered right where he needed it most. "Ahhh, ahhh... hahhhhh...!"
Every single roll of Keng's hips pulled a new, broken sound from the younger boy. His moans filled the quiet dining room-wet, frantic, and completely uninhibited.
He was panting heavily, his lips parted as he chased after oxygen, completely unable to stop the raw, needy sounds from spilling out every time Keng teased him.
"Hngnn... ahhhhhhh! Arjan... please... haahhh..."
Keng suddenly gripped Namping by the waist, lifting him off his lap in one smooth, powerful motion and setting him directly onto the edge of the dining table.
The cool wood of the table contrasted sharply with Namping's overheated skin, making him shiver.
Standing up fully, Keng stepped between Namping's parted knees. With unhurried deliberate moment, Keng reached down and discarded his pants. Unbound, his thick, heavy length stood fully hard, pulsing with fierce Alpha heat through his boxer.
Namping took one look, his dazed, glassy eyes widening in absolute, shock. Seeing his professor the strict, composed Arjan Keng-standing before him like a primal predator completely stripped of his academic armor was too much to hhandle
Namping's face flared into a deep, burning crimson, and he instantly whipped his head to the side, covering his eyes with a trembling hand to hide his intense shyness.
"Arjan... hng... please, it's too big... I can't look," Namping whispered, his voice shaking.
Keng let out a low, dark rumble of pure amusement. He reached out, his large fingers gently but firmly wrapping around Namping's slender wrist, pulling his hand away from his face.
"Look at me, Namping," Keng murmured, his voice a deep, command.
Instead of letting Namping pull away, Keng took the younger boy's trembling hand and guided it forward.
He pressed Namping's palm flat against his own bare chest, sliding it slowly down the hard, sculpted ridges of his abs.
The intense, radiating heat of the Alpha's body burned directly into Namping's palm, making the student let out a soft, breathless gasp. "Hahhhh..."
But Keng wasn't done. He kept his hand firmly over Namping's, guiding those trembling, delicate fingers further down, past his waistline, until Namping's hand rested directly over the thin fabric of Keng's boxers-right against the thick, pulsing heat of his hard length.
Namping's breath completely shattered. "Ahhhhh...!" he whimpered, his fingers instinctively twitching, feeling the sheer size and raw power of the Alpha beneath his palm.
He tried to pull his hand back in a panic of pure shyness, but Keng held him in place, leaning down until their lips almost touched.
"Feel that?" Keng whispered darkly, his eyes pitch-black with possessive hunger. "That is what you do to me. Now, touch your Alpha properly, Namping."
Namping's hand shook violently beneath Keng's palm, the sheer, throbbing heat of the Alpha's length sending a jolt of pure panic and arousal.
He felt completely trapped sitting on the edge of the table, his thighs framing Keng's hips as his fingers were forced to conform to the heavy, thick shape pressing against his palm.
"A-Ajarn... hngnn..." Namping squeezed his eyes shut, a tear of sheer, overwhelmed shyness slipping down his flushed cheek. "Ahhhh, it's... it's too hot. Please let me go... hahhhh..."
"Open your eyes, Namping. Look at what you're holding," Keng commanded softly, his voice dropping into a dangerously dark, gravelly register.
Slowly, Keng began to slide Namping's hand up and down the length of his boxers. The friction was agonizingly slow, forcing Namping to feel every hard contour, the tight tension of the fabric, and the intense pulse of the Alpha beneath it.
"Ahhhhh...! Ahhh!" Namping cried out, his head falling back as a fresh wave of heat hit his lower stomach. He couldn't handle the visual, but he couldn't escape the sensation either. His free hand clutched desperately at the edge of the wooden table, his knuckles turning stark white. "Hngggg... h-ha hhhhh...!"
"Does it scare you?" Keng murmured, a low, possessive purr vibrating from his chest as he leaned over the trembling boy, completely eclipsing him. "Or does it make you want to be filled by me?"
"I... ahnn... I don't know..." Namping sobbed out, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The unfiltered scent of cedarwood was so thick he felt entirely drugged by it. "It's too big... ahhhhh! Arjan... please..."
Keng chuckled darkly, the sound completely devoid of any academic warmth. He stopped the movement of Namping's hand, keeping it firmly pinned against his groin as he hooked his other hand under Namping's knee, pulling his leg wider to bring their bodies even closer.
"Then let's take off the final barrier," Keng whispered, his thumb hooking into the waistband of his boxers. "Let's see how that pretty mouth tastes when you're looking right at it."
"It's just the beginning," Keng rumbled, a deep, possessive Alpha purr vibrating in his chest.
Slowly, deliberately, Keng nudged his hips forward. Even with Namping's soft shorts and briefs still completely on, the sheer weight and rigid thickness of Keng's bare length pressed heavily right against Namping's aching center through the fabric.
"Hngggg... h-ha hhhhh...!" Namping shrieked softly, his back arching off the table as the intense, direct friction through his clothes sent a white-hot shockwave straight down his spine.
His fingers clawed at the smooth wood of the table, his vision blurring with tears of pure pleasure and shyness. "Arjan... ahhhhhhh! It's too hot... hng... even through my shorts, it's... it's touching me... !"
Keng let out a dark chuckle, highly aroused by how sensitive the Omega was. He didn't pull Namping's shorts down yet. Instead, he used the fabric to his advantage, grinding his bare, pulsing length slowly up and down against Namping's covered groin, creating an agonizingly hot friction that trapped Namping's own slick heat inside his clothes.
"I know it's touching you," Keng whispered wickedly, his hot breath fanning over Namping's completely flushed face. "Look at how thin these shorts are, Namping. You're already soaking through them for me, aren't you?"
"A-Ajarn... ahhh, ahhh!" Namping sobbed out, his face exploding into a fresh wave of crimson at the explicit accusation. He tried to twist his hips away to escape the friction, but the movement only caused Keng's hard length to rub more firmly against his sweet spot. "Hngnn... ahhhhhhh! No... hahhhh... please, the fabric is... it's rubbing too much... !"
Keng's a intense sensation after hearing those innocent and frantic whimpers.
"If the fabric is rubbing too much," Keng murmured against Namping's burning skin, "then let's start getting rid of it."
Before Namping could even process the words, Keng reached down and gripped the hem of Namping's oversized shirt. In one swift, unyielding motion, he pulled the fabric straight up over Namping's head and tossed it blindly onto the floor.
The sudden rush of cool dining room air hitting Namping's bare torso made his breath completely shatter. " Ohhh noo... !"
Namping's eyes dilated in sheer, panic as he realized he was now completely bare from the waist up, sitting on the edge of the table with Keng standing ruthlessly between his thighs.
Without the oversized shirt to hide behind, his pale, unblemished skin was entirely exposed to Keng's predatory gaze, flushing a brilliant, deep pink from his chest all the way to his collarbone.
"Arjan... hngnn... no, don't look..."
Namping whined out, his voice cracking with intense shyness.
He instinctively tried to cross his arms over his chest to shield himself, but Keng didn't let him. Keng caught both of Namping's wrists in one large, dominant hand, easily pinning them together above Namping's head, forcing the younger boy's chest to arch forward beautifully.
"Ahhhhh...! Ahhh!" Namping cried out, his heels digging into the edge of the table as Keng leaned back in, the Alpha's bare, solid chest pressing flush against Namping's skin.
"Look at how beautiful you are, Namping," Keng said softly as his voice vibrating right against Namping's bare collarbone as his free hand began to trace a slow, burning path down the boy's exposed ribs. "So soft, so pure. You're shaking so much just from having your shirt off"
Keng's free hand didn't stop at his ribs. His fingers trailed higher, tracking the frantic, rapid rise and fall of Namping's chest until his thumb deliberately brushed over one tight, flushed nipple.
"Ahhhhh...! Ajarn!" Namping shrieked, a high, completely uninhibited moan tearing from his throat. His head thrashed back against the hard wooden table, his vision swimming with tears as the direct, skin-to-skin touch sent an electric shock straight to his core.
"Hngggg... h-ha hhhhh...!"
"You're so sensitive here," Keng murmured, his gaze hooded and intensely dark as he watched Namping's chest heave. He pinched the swollen peak gently between his fingers, rolling it with an agonizingly slow pressure that made Namping's legs tremble violently against his waist. "Listen to how loud you're crying out just from a touch, Namping."
"It... ahhh... it feels too much... hahhhh!" Namping sobbed, his pinned wrists straining weakly against Keng's iron-clad grip. He couldn't hide his face anymore, completely exposed to the predatory hunger in his professor's eyes. "Please... hngnn... my chest... it's tingling... ahhhhh!"
Keng let out a low, satisfied rumble, leaning down to press his lips directly against Namping's pulsing neck, drinking in the sweet, frantic scent of the Omega.
At the same moment, he heavily rolled his bare, throbbing length against Namping's covered groin once more, the friction through the thin shorts driving them both to the absolute brink.
"Let it tingle, Namping," Keng whispered raspy against his skin, his hot tongue tracing a damp path up to the boy's earlobe. "let your Alpha make you completely helpless."
Keng didn't wait for an answer. He leaned down and captured Namping's lips once more, swallowing the younger boy's breathless whimper.
The kiss was deep, possessive, and entirely unhurried. Namping's responses were still clumsy and beautifully unpracticed-his lips parting too wide, his tongue moving with an eager, frantic hesitation-but Keng leaned into the messiness, his large hand anchoring Namping's head to ensure there was no escape from the intoxicating taste of cedarwood and jasmine melting together.
"So sweet," Keng growled against Namping's mouth, breaking the kiss just enough to drag his lips down the boy's trembling chin. "Every unpracticed touch of yours is a perfect score, Namping."
Keng's mouth trailed lower, pressing hot, heavy kisses along Namping's throat before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
He nipped deliberately, leaving deep, dark marks that bloomed instantly against Namping's pale skin.
"Arjan... ahhh! What are you... hngnn... it marks..." Namping cried out, his hands clawing at Keng's shoulders as a sharp jolt of possessive heat shot straight through his chest.
"I'm signing my name where it belongs," Keng murmured against his skin, his voice a low, vibrating rumble.
Slowly, Keng shifted his focus to the side of Namping's neck, right where his scent gland was pulsing frantically, practically begging for the Alpha's mark.
Keng opened his mouth, his hot tongue sweeping over the sensitive skin before he sunk his teeth down in a firm, deliberate bite.
Namping's eyes snapped wide, his entire frame going rigid on the edge of the dining table as a high-pitched, shattered moan ripped from his throat.
"AHHHHHHH...! AJARN!" Namping shrieked, his fingers digging desperately into Keng's back as the primitive, overwhelming sensation of being marked by an Alpha flooded his nervous system for the very first time.
The sheer intensity of it sent a violent shiver down his spine, his jasmine scent exploding into a wild, frantic sweetness. "Hngggg... it's-hahhhh... Professor... please... ahnn!"
"Cry louder for me, baby boy," Keng rasped, his teeth clamping just a bit firmer to ensure the scent mark locked deep into the gland, claiming the virgin Omega entirely.
He let out a deep, rumbling Alpha purr right against the wound, soothing the sharp sting with heavy, intoxicating dominance. "Let the whole house hear exactly who owns you tonight. You are completely undone under your professor."
"I'm... hng... I'm a mess... ahhhh!" Namping sobbed out, his head thrashing against the table, his vision completely blurred with tears of pure shyness and pleasure as Keng's heavy length ground firmly against his covered thighs. "Arjan, please... it feels too good... I can't think..."
"You don't need to think," Keng whispered wickedly, lifting his head to admire the dark, bruised mark bleeding his own cedarwood scent into Namping's jasmine.
A devastatingly possessive smirk cut through Keng's dark expression. "Your body is already scoring a perfect hundred on this lesson, Namping. Now let's see how you handle the next step."
Keng's mouth traveled lower, trailing a path of burning, wet kisses over Namping's collarbone and down the center of his chest, leaving a visible line of dark, possessive marks in his wake.
Namping could only sob softly, his upper body completely bared to the cool air, trembling under the absolute weight of his professor's undivided attention.
When Keng's heavy gaze locked onto one tight, flushed peak, Namping's breath hitched in anticipation.
Slowly, deliberately, Keng leaned down. He didn't bite down immediately; instead, he swirled his hot tongue around the sensitive peak, rolling it in slow, tormenting circles that made Namping's hips twitch automatically against the table.
Namping let out a breathless whine, his fingers clenching into the wood of the table. "Arjan... hng... please..."
"Please what, Namping?" Keng murmured against his wet skin, before suddenly drawing the swollen peak deep into his mouth, sucking on it with a heavy, rhythmic pressure while his teeth gently grazed the base.
The direct stimulation was a white-hot shockwave to Namping's virgin body. His back arched dramatically off the table, a high, shattered cry tearing from his throat.
"AHHHHHHH! AJARN...!" Namping shrieked, his toes curling as the piercing pleasure centered straight in his chest.
His pinned wrists strained weakly against Keng's iron grip, utterly defenseless against the sensory overload. "Hngggg... it's-haaa... too much! Professor, pull away... I can't... ahnn!"
"You can," Keng growled darkly, his voice muffled against Namping's chest as he switched to the other side, greedily sucking and biting the opposite nipple until it was just as dark and swollen.
He let out a low, vibrating rumble of pure dominance against the sensitive skin. "Look at how beautifully your body responds to me, baby boy. Every sound you make is telling me exactly how much you crave your Alpha's touch."
"It... ahhh... it tingles so badly... hahhhh!" Namping sobbed out, his face burning a deep, mortified crimson as he was forced to watch his strict biology professor completely consume him.
The intoxicating scent of cedarwood and sharp ozone was so thick it left him entirely lightheaded, his mind thoroughly scrambled. "I'm... hngnn... I'm melting... Arjan, please..."
"Let yourself melt," Keng whispered, lifting his head just enough to stare down at Namping's dazed, tear-stained face with absolute possessiveness.
His thumb rolled over the freshly wet, aching peak, making Namping shiver violently. "You're completely bare, completely marked, and we haven't even gotten to the core of the lesson yet."
Keng's clinical tone completely melted away, replaced by a low, gravelly laugh that vibrated with pure, unfiltered heat.
He looked down at Namping's thoroughly confused, blushing face and shook his head, a devastatingly wicked smirk cutting across his lips.
"Too much theory? Fair enough, Namping," Keng whispered, his voice dropping into a rough, raspy register that sent a violent shiver straight down the boy's spine. "Let's throw out the textbook entirely. Let's do something completely inappropriate for a professor-something you'll never find in a university syllabus."
Without loosening his dominant grip on Namping's pinned wrists, Keng deliberately shifted his weight, his large, muscular frame completely pinning Namping's thighs apart on the edge of the table.
But instead of reaching for the waistband of Namping's shorts, Keng did something entirely shameless.
He leaned all the way down, burying his face directly into Namping's open groin-right through the thin, soaked fabric of his shorts.
Namping's eyes rolled back, a loud, frantic shriek tearing from his throat as the heavy, hot puff of Keng's breath hit his sensitive, pre-heat center through the cotton.
"AHHHHHHH...! ARJAN! NO-HNGGGG... !" Namping screamed, his head thrashing violently against the table as his face exploded into a brilliant, mortified crimson.
He had never imagined someone let alone his brilliant, respected professor-would put their face there. "What are you doing... ?! Ajarn, please... it's too shameful... ahnn! Stop looking!"
"Stop looking?" Keng growled against the fabric, his voice muffled, thick, and deeply intoxicated as he inhaled the raw, concentrated scent of jasmine and slick pooling inside Namping's clothes.
He nuzzled heavily against the wet cloth, deliberately tracing the pulsing outline of Namping's hidden length with his lips and tongue through the cotton. "It's impossible to stop. You're completely soaking through these clothes for me, Namping. Every drop of this scent belongs to your Alpha."
To completely shatter the boy's remaining sanity, Keng opened his mouth wide and shamelessly bit down on the fabric of Namping's shorts, gathering a thick clump of the wet cotton between his teeth.
With a sharp, demanding tug, he pulled the cloth taut, grinding the rough, damp texture directly against Namping's highly sensitive, pulsing peak.
"AHHHHHHH! AJARN...!" Namping shrieked, a high-pitched, wet sob breaking from his lips.
His hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk against Keng's face, his body entirely short-circuiting from the scandalous, heavy friction. Tears of pure, overwhelmed shyness flooded his eyes.
"Hngggg... Professor, please... your mouth... ahhh! I'm going to lose it... haaa... !"
"Lose it," Keng commanded darkly, releasing the fabric from his teeth only to heavily press his lips flush against the wet cotton, delivering a deep, sucking kiss right over Namping's covered length.
He heavily ground his own bare, pulsing length against Namping's hip to lock him in place. "Let me taste exactly how much your body is begging for me through these clothes. You're completely at my mercy, baby boy."
Keng's dark, possessive hunger only spiraled as Namping's sweet jasmine scent turned thoroughly syrupy, completely filling the dining room.
Hearing the younger boy sob out his name from a simple kiss through the cotton wasn't enough to satisfy the Alpha's raw instincts.
He wanted to push Namping past his breaking point, testing the absolute limits of his virgin sensitivity.
Without lifting his face from Namping's lap, Keng shifted his hands, letting go of the boy's wrists only to ruthlessly slide his large, calloused palms up the inside of Namping's bare thighs. He spread them as far apart as the table allowed, anchoring Namping's trembling knees over his broad shoulders.
"Arjan... ahnn! What-what are you doing... ?" Namping choked out, his hands falling helplessly back onto the table, his fingers clawing at the smooth wood as his entire lower half was tilted upward, fully exposed to the older man.
"I'm opening you up completely," Keng growled against the damp fabric, his voice dangerously thick.
Slowly, Keng flattened his tongue against the soaked cotton of Namping's briefs and shorts, tracing a long, agonizingly wet stripe right up the sensitive center seam.
The friction of the damp cloth grinding directly into Namping's, pre-heat core sent a violent, white-hot shockwave straight to his brain.
Namping's chest arched violently off the table, his eyes rolling back as his entire frame spasmed from the scandalous sensation.
"AHHHHHHH...! ARJAN! NO-HNGGGG... !" Namping shrieked, his head thrashing from side to side, tears of pure, mortified pleasure spilling down his burning cheeks.
The sheer, relentless weight of Keng's mouth moving over his covered groin completely shattered his mind. "Stop... please! Your tongue... it feels too close... Sir, ahnn! I'm going to ruin the table...!"
"Ruin it," Keng commanded darkly, his chest vibrating with a deep, heavy Alpha purr that echoed against Namping's lower stomach.
To completely drive the student into absolute delirium, Keng didn't just lick through the fabric anymore. He opened his mouth wide and forcefully bit down on the thickest, wettest part of the cloth covering Namping's pulsing peak.
Holding the material securely between his teeth, Keng sharply jerked his head, using the heavy, wet tension of Namping's own soaked shorts to grind and roll relentlessly against his sensitive center.
The direct, heavy friction was far too intense for an untouched Omega.
Namping let out a high-pitched, shattered cry that was entirely uninhibited, his hips giving a massive, involuntary jolt upward as his body desperately tried to follow the wicked rhythm of his professor's mouth.
"AHHHHHHH! AJARN...!" Namping screamed, his knuckles turning white as he blindly reached out, his fingers desperately digging into the muscle of Keng's shoulders, completely unable to handle the sensory overload. "Hngggg... Professor, please... your teeth... ahhh! It's too much... I can't breathe... haaa... !"
"Look at how perfectly your body responds to the friction, baby boy," Keng rasped heavily, releasing the cloth from his teeth only to immediately deliver a deep, bruising, wet suck right over the soaked cotton, marking him directly through the clothes.
His dark eyes flashed with an unyielding dominance as he looked up Namping's bare, flushed torso. "You're completely trapped on this table, entirely soaked through your clothes, begging your professor to take the final barrier away."
Keng felt the violent tremor ripple through Namping's frame, the frantic, syrupy spike of jasmine telling him that the younger boy was on the absolute precipice of a total sensory breakdown.
The thin layer of cotton was no longer a barrier; it was a soaked, heavy torment trapping Namping's frantic heat.
"You're vibrating so hard, Ping," Keng rasped, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly timbre as he lifted his face from Namping's lap.
His mouth was wet, his dark eyes fixed on the way Namping's lower stomach was twitching with involuntary, needy spasms. "The fabric is completely saturated. It's done its job."
"Arjan... hngnn... please..." Namping sobbed out, his vision entirely blurred with tears, his chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling.
His hips gave a small, pathetic twitch, wholly addicted to the heavy friction Keng had just given him. "It's... it's too tight... it hurts..."
"I know," Keng murmured fiercely.
Without a single drop of his usual academic patience, Keng gripped the waistbands of Namping's soaked shorts and briefs together.
In one powerful, unyielding downward sweep, he stripped them down Namping's long, pale legs and threw them carelessly onto the hardwood floor.
The sudden, unobstructed rush of the cool dining room air hitting Namping's lower body made his breath shatter completely.
"OHHH NO...! AJARN!" Namping shrieked, a high, panicked whine tearing from his throat.
For the first time in his life, he was completely, beautifully naked, sprawled on the edge of a wooden table with his strict university professor standing ruthlessly between his bare thighs.
His untouched, virgin body was entirely exposed to the predatory hunger in Keng's dark eyes, flushing a brilliant, deep crimson from the tip of his toes all the way to his collarbone.
Overwhelmed by a wave of pure, agonizing shyness, Namping instinctively tried to snap his knees shut to hide himself.
But Keng was faster.
With a low, dark growl of absolute Alpha dominance, Keng caught Namping's ankles, pinning his legs wide apart against his own hips, completely locking the trap.
He leaned his upper body down, his bare, solid chest pressing flush against Namping's soft torso, flattening him against the table.
"Don't hide from me, Namping," Keng commanded, his voice a heavy, possessive rumble right against the boy's burning earlobe.
He let out a deep, satisfied hum that vibrated directly into Namping's skin, forcing his tense muscles to melt. "Look at how beautiful you are. Completely bare, completely marked by my scent, and completely mine."
"Arjan... hng... it's too much..." Namping wept, his hands weakly clutching at Keng's shoulders, his mind completely fracturing now that there was no fabric left to shield him from the raw, intimidating heat of the Alpha. "I'm... I'm naked... please don't look... ahnn!"
"I am going to look at every single inch of you," Keng whispered wickedly, his large, warm hand sliding down to rest flat against Namping's bare, sensitive hip, his thumb caressing the smooth skin. "Because tonight, your professor is going to teach you exactly what it means to be thoroughly claimed. "
Keng didn't rush. The pure, unchecked vulnerability of Namping lying completely bare under his gaze was a prize he wanted to savor.
He could feel the frantic, rapid pulse fluttering at the boy's throat, the sweet jasmine scent spiking into something thick and almost entirely unmanageable.
"Since we are throwing out the standard syllabus tonight," Keng murmured, his deep voice dropping into an agonizingly low, gravelly timbre, "let's try an entirely different method of evaluation. A completely shameless, visual marking system."
Without breaking eye contact, Keng reached out and grabbed his heavy, red-ink grading pen from the scattered papers on the table.
He didn't uncap it to use the ink, nor did he use it to touch Namping's untouched center. Instead, he did something entirely perverted.
Keng took his own massive, bare length-fully hard and pulsing with a fierce, radiating Alpha heat and aligned it heavily right against the smooth, sensitive skin of Namping's inner thigh, letting the younger boy feel the sheer, intimidating scale of him.
Then, Keng took the smooth, capped end of the red pen and pressed it firmly against Namping's sensitive front, pinning the boy's leaking length tightly against Keng's own hard lower abdomen.
The scandalous contrast of the cool, hard plastic pinning his front while Keng's burning, bare length heavily smeared against his thigh made Namping's chest lock up instantly.
"AHHHHHHH...! ARJAN! NO-HNGGGG... !" Namping shrieked, his head thrashing frantically from side to side against the wooden table, his face exploding into a brilliant, mortified crimson.
The sheer humiliation of being pressed between his professor's heavy length and an academic tool completely broke his remaining sanity. "STOP... PLEASE... THE PRESSURE... PHI KENG, AHHH! IT'S TOO SHAMEFUL!"
"Shameful? It's a precise sensory assessment," Keng growled darkly, his pitch-black eyes locking onto Namping's completely fractured, crying face.
He deliberately used the capped pen to press a rhythmic, demanding beat against Namping's front, and with every single tap, Keng shifted his hips forward, using the boy's own abundant, overflowing slick to lubricate his bare length as he began to slide just the thick, blunt head of himself slightly inside Namping's tight, weeping entrance. "Every time your professor taps the pen, you have to relax your muscles and let me slide a fraction deeper. Let's see your behavioral compliance."
"AHHHHHHH! AJARN...!" Namping shrieked, a wet, broken sob breaking from his lips as his hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk against the table.
Every time the cool plastic pen pressed down on his front, his virgin walls automatically clamped tighter in a desperate, needy reflex around the thick, invading heat entering his back.
Tears of pure, overwhelmed shyness flooded his eyes, staining his flushed cheeks. "Hngggg... Ajarn, please... the pen... it's tapping me... ahhh! I'm losing my mind... haaa... !"
"You're a perfect student," Keng rumbled darkly, his chest vibrating with a deep, possessive Alpha purr as he kept the pen firmly anchoring Namping's front, completely dictating his pleasure while his hips began a slow, heavy, devastatingly deep push to fully claim the virgin Omega. "Perfect marks on your first practical test."
Keng's jaw clenched tightly as he felt the incredible, velvety friction of Namping's untouched walls desperately trying to accommodate his size.
Every single tap of the capped grading pen against Namping's sensitive front forced an automatic, internal contraction that milked Keng's length, driving the Alpha closer to his absolute limit.
But before Keng pushed himself all the way inside, he deliberately halted. The raw, tight resistance of Namping's virgin center reminded him that a masterclass required preparation.
If he wanted to completely dissolve the boy's sanity, he needed to widen the pathway first.
Slowly, Keng smoothly withdrew his length entirely, pulling back just enough to leave Namping's entrance weeping and completely exposed to the cool air.
"A-Arjan...?" Namping sobbed out, his hips giving an involuntary, desperate hitch upward as he suddenly felt the agonizing emptiness. His dazed, glassy eyes blinked through a thick curtain of tears. "Why... why did you stop...?"
"Because your preparation is incomplete, Namping," Keng whispered wickedly, a devastatingly perverted smirk cutting across his face. "And a good professor always ensures his student can handle the full weight of the curriculum."
Instead of entering him from the front, Keng slid one large, heavy hand completely beneath Namping's lower back, lifting his hips slightly off the edge of the dining table to tilt his pelvis upward at a sharp, vulnerable angle.
With his other hand, Keng took his index and middle fingers, thoroughly coating them in the pooling jasmine-scented moisture, and pressed them firmly against the outside of Namping's tight opening.
He didn't push straight in.
Instead, Keng began to scissor his fingers in a slow, spreading motion across the outer ring of muscles, deliberately mimicking the exact stretching sensation of an Alpha's width before smoothly gliding both fingers inside in a sudden, deep thrust that bottomed out against Namping's virgin core.
Namping's eyes rolled back, a loud, panicked shriek tearing from his throat as his knuckles turned white against the wooden table.
"AHHHHHHH...! ARJAN! NO-HNGGGG... !" Namping screamed, his chest arching beautifully off the wood.
The dual sensation of being lifted completely off the table while two fingers deeply mapped his tight interior was entirely overwhelming. "What are you doing... ?! Alpha, please... it's too deep... ahnn! Stop moving!"
"I'm mapping out your tolerance levels," Keng growled darkly, his dark eyes locked onto Namping's completely fractured, crying face.
Instead of a typical in-and-out motion, Keng kept his fingers perfectly still inside Namping's tight, pulsing walls.
Then, utilizing his knowledge of Omega anatomy, he began to spread his two fingers apart internally, creating a wide, horizontal stretch that forced Namping's untouched walls to widen from the inside out.
At the exact same time, he used his thumb on the outside to heavily press against the sensitive base of Namping's pulsing peak.
The combination of the internal widening stretch and the external thumb friction completely short-circuited Namping's nervous system.
"AHHHHHHH! AJARN...!" Namping shrieked, a high-pitched, wet sob breaking from his lips.
His hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk against Keng's hand, his body entirely helpless against the strict, scissoring stretch of his professor's fingers. Tears of pure, overwhelmed shyness flooded his eyes. "Hngggg... Professor, please... you're stretching me too much... ahhh! I'm going to lose it... haaa... !"
"Lose it," Keng commanded darkly, his chest vibrating with a deep, territorial Alpha purr as he felt Namping's internal muscles violently contract, ripple, and seize around his fingers in a helpless, continuous climax.
He kept the wide internal stretch perfectly steady, letting the boy completely unravel. "Show your professor exactly how well you can open up for your Alpha."
Keng's dark, possessive smirk deepened as he felt Namping's internal walls shivering and contracting around his fingers in the helpless aftershocks of his release.
The boy's untouched center was now beautifully flushed, incredibly pliant, and overflowing with hot, syrupy jasmine slick.
"Look at how perfectly you've prepared for me," Keng rasped, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against Namping's ear as he slowly withdrew his wet fingers. "Your physiology is completely compliant now. The theory is over, Namping. It's time for the actual examination."
Namping let out a broken, needy whimper, his thighs trembling heavily where they were draped over Keng's broad shoulders.
He was entirely bare, his chest marked with the bold red ink, his mind completely fractured. "A-Arjan... please... it feels so empty..."
"It won't be empty for long," Keng murmured wickedly.
Taking full advantage of his clinical knowledge of Omega anatomy, Keng didn't push in blindly. He gripped Namping's waist with an iron hold, anchoring him ruthlessly to the very edge of the dining table.
Slowly, with absolute deliberation, Keng aligned the thick, burning tip of his bare length against the weeping, ink-framed entrance and pushed forward.
He didn't go fast. He went with an agonizing, unyielding slowness, letting Namping feel every single inch of his massive width stretching the virgin walls open.
Namping's eyes rolled back instantly, his jaw locking wide open as a loud, completely shattered shriek of pure delirium tore from his throat.
"AHHHHHHH...! PHI KENG! NO-HNGGGG... ! It's too big... wait, please... !"
"Shh, just take it, baby boy," Keng growled darkly, his jaw clenching as the incredibly tight, velvety friction threatened to snap his own restraint.
He kept the pace slow, but he pushed deep-so deep that he deliberately tilted his pelvis at a precise angle, letting his thick, rigid length press directly against Namping's prostate.
The direct, heavy internal pressure against his most sensitive hotspot sent a violent shockwave straight through Namping's nervous system.
His back arched dramatically off the wooden table, his fingers clawing frantically into the muscles of Keng's bare shoulders as a continuous, breathless string of wet moans began to spill from his lips.
"AHHHHHHH! AJARN...! Ahnn... ahhh! It's hitting... hngnn... it's too deep!" Namping sobbed out, his head thrashing from side to side, tears of pure, overwhelmed ecstasy flooding his flushed cheeks.
The slow, relentless, deep pacing was an absolute sensory torment. Every heavy, deliberate slide inward hit the exact same spot, sending continuous waves of white-hot pleasure straight to his core. "Ahhh... hahhhhh... I'm melting... Alpha... please... !"
Hearing that frantic, broken word made Keng's inner Alpha roar with absolute, primal dominance. He ground his hips flush against Namping's, bottoming out completely against the boy's core, locking him in place.
"Say it properly, Namping," Keng commanded, his voice dropping into a rough, terrifyingly possessive register that vibrated right against the boy's trembling lips. He let out a deep, heavy Alpha purr that forced Namping's tight muscles to hug him even closer. "Who am I? Call me Daddy. Tell me who your Alpha is."
"Hngggg... Daddy... !" Namping shrieked, a high-pitched, wet sob breaking from his lips as his hips gave an involuntary, needy jerk against the table, completely undone by the slow, devastating depth of the thrusts. "You're... you're my Alpha... Daddy, please... ahhh! Claim me... haaa... !"
Keng didn't stop . His perverted, shameless nature took complete control as he drew back just a fraction, only to plunge right back in with an agonizingly slow, devastatingly deep thrust.
He began a relentless, heavy rhythm-never fast, but so profoundly deep that every single slide inward directly pulverized Namping's sensitive prostate.
The sheer, continuous depth of the friction completely shattered Namping's voice.
"AHHHHHHH...! AHNN... DADDY!" Namping screamed loudly, his voice echoing sharply off the dining room walls.
His head thrashed wildly against the wood as a continuous, wet stream of frantic moans tore from his throat. He couldn't catch his breath; every slow, unyielding push from the Alpha felt like it was splitting his nervous system with pure, white-hot ecstasy. "Ahhh, ahhh... hahhhhh... Arjan..., it's too deep... !"
Seeing his student completely broken and weeping beneath him, Keng bent his upper body all the way down. He flattened his heavy, solid chest flush against Namping's bare, ink-marked torso, invading his space entirely and offering his broad shoulders as the only anchor in the room.
"Rely on me, Namping. Grip your Alpha," Keng rasped wickedly, his hot breath fanning against the boy's burning ear.
Namping didn't hesitate. Overwhelmed by the sensation of being thoroughly possessed, his hands flew up, and his nails dug instantly and violently into the thick muscle of Keng's shoulders.
The sharp contrast of the cool room, the slow internal stretching, and the solid weight of his professor made Namping cling to him like a lifeline.
But as the pleasure spiraled completely out of bounds, Namping's hands shifted. Driven completely out of his mind by the relentless, slow-motion pounding against his core, his fingers clawed frantically further down, his sharp nails digging in and dragging down Keng's bare back, leaving long, red scratch marks across the Alpha's skin.
The sharp sting of Namping's nails clawing his back instantly made Keng lose his absolute sanity.
A dark, primal growl tore from the depths of Keng's chest, his pitch-black eyes flashing with a dangerous, untamed ferocity.
His perverted restraint snapped entirely. He gripped Namping's thighs even wider, pulling them flush against his ribs as his hips delivered three consecutive, ruthlessly deep, heavy grinds that bottomed out completely against the boy's virgin core.
"OHHHH-AJARN... ! PHI, AHHH!" Namping shrieked, his voice cracking into a high, breathless wail as his entire lower body spasmed violently against the table.
Right at that explosive peak, the base of Keng's length began to swell rapidly. The knot began to bulge drastically inside Namping's tight, velvety center, stretching the untouched walls to an absolute, impossible fullness as the biological lock took hold.
Feeling this terrifyingly intense, massive sensation for the very first time in his life, Namping's eyes went wide with pure, heat-driven panic. A loud, completely shattered shriek of pure delirium tore from his throat.
"AHHHHHHH...! NO!!!!, WHAT IS THAT... ?! IT'S SWELLING... AHHH! IT HURTS, IT'S TOO FULL!"
"Shh... I've got you, baby boy. Look at me, rely on your Alpha," Keng murmured fiercely, his voice instantly dropping into a low, velvety timbre as his primal protective instincts kicked in to soothe his panicked mate.
Even as his own knot throbbed and locked them securely together on the edge of the table, Keng wrapped his large arms entirely around Namping's trembling frame, lifting him slightly against his chest to cushion him from the hard wood.
He let out a deep, rolling, heavily vibrating Alpha purr right against Namping's pulsing, bitten neck gland, flooding the boy's senses with the comforting, thick scent of cedarwood to override the pain.
"You're okay, Namping. Your body was made for this," Keng whispered, kissing away the tears overflowing on the student's flushed cheeks while the knot held them perfectly still, completely sealing the virgin Omega as his own. "You took every single inch of your professor. A perfect score."
As the intense, throbbing pressure of the knot finally began to recede, Keng slowly glided his length out of Namping's heavily flushed, weeping center.
The sudden emptiness left Namping trembling on the edge of the dining table, his pale thighs shaking uncontrollably as the syrupy scent of jasmine and heavy cedarwood hung thick in the air.
But before Namping could even draw a ragged breath of relief, Keng did something entirely unprecedented.
The strict, impeccably dressed biology professor-the man who commanded the absolute respect of the entire university lecture hall-slowly sank to his knees right on the hardwood floor between Namping's wide, ink-marked legs.
Namping's dazed, glassy eyes widened in absolute shock, his heart doing a violent flip against his ribs. He was entirely a mess, his chest covered in red ink, his throat raw from crying out, but nothing could have prepared his virgin mind for the sight of Arjan Keng kneeling entirely for him.
"A-Arjan...?" Namping whimpered, a tear of pure, overwhelmed shyness slipping down his crimson cheek. "What are you... hngnn... please get up..."
"A complete biological evaluation requires a thorough post-coital stimulation test," Keng murmured wickedly, his dark eyes flashing with a shamelessly perverted, clinical hunger as he looked up at his shattered student. "We need to ensure your nervous system recovers perfectly."
Without a single drop of hesitation, Keng leaned forward and took Namping's pulsing, leaking length entirely inside his warm, wet mouth.
Namping's breath completely shattered, a high-pitched, frantic shriek tearing from his throat. "AHHHHHHH...! AJARN!"
Keng, fully utilizing his advanced knowledge of human anatomy, didn't just suck blindly. Keng used his hot, flat tongue to swirl heavily around the sensitive peak, creating a rhythmic, swirling friction while his deep throat swamped the length in a tight, devastatingly warm pressure.
At the exact same time, Keng reached his large, calloused hands upward, wrapping them firmly around the soft curves of Namping's bare ass.
He squeezed the flushed flesh ruthlessly, digging his fingers in to anchor the boy's twitching hips flush against his mouth, forcing Namping to take the full depth of the oral torment.
The scandalous, overwhelming sensation completely broke Namping's remaining sanity. His upper body thrashed back against the wooden table, his fingers instinctively flying forward to bury themselves deep into the thick, dark strands of Keng's hair.
Instead of pulling away, Namping's hands tightened, his fingers gripping the Alpha's hair frantically as he helplessly held Keng's head tight against his groin, pulling him even deeper.
"Phi Keng... Ahhh! Phi Keng, please!" Namping sobbed out loudly, completely forgetting his academic honorifics as his voice echoed frantically through the quiet dining room.
He called out his name again and again, his voice cracking into wet, breathless whimpers as Keng's expert mouth drove him straight to the precipice of another explosive release. "Phi Keng... hngnn... it's too much... your mouth... ahhhh! Look at what you're doing to me... Keng... !"
Keng didn't slow down for a single second. Hearing his name torn from Namping's lips in that breathless, fractured rhythm only fueled his possessive hunger.
As Namping's internal tension reached an absolute breaking point, Keng increased the suction, his tongue swirling ruthlessly against the hyper-sensitive peak with a masterfully calculated friction.
The sensory overload was catastrophic. Namping's hips gave a violent, uncontrollable spasm against Keng's face, his fingers clutching desperately at the dark strands of his professor's hair.
"AHHHHHHH...! PHI KENG! NO-HNGGGG... !" Namping shrieked, his eyes rolling back as his entire body short-circuited.
With a wet, broken sob, he helplessly released right inside Keng's mouth, his core trembling fiercely as wave after wave of intense pleasure completely shattered his mind.
Instead of pulling away, Keng ruthlessly stayed right there. Taking full advantage of the Omega's climax, he swallowed every single drop, his deep throat contracting as he completely ate him up, thoroughly consuming Namping's frantic pre-heat sweetness until the boy was left entirely spent and panting heavily against the wood of the table.
Slowly, Keng rose to his feet, a devastatingly sharp, possessive smirk cutting across his lips. His mouth was wet, his dark eyes pitch-black as he looked down at his utterly ruined, tear-stained student.
Without a word, Keng pulled a chair out from the dining table and sat down.
Then, reaching forward with his large, unyielding hands, he gripped Namping by his bare, ink-marked waist and lifted him effortlessly off the edge of the table, pulling the trembling boy straight onto his lap.
Namping let out a soft, embarrassed squeak, his legs automatically framing Keng's broad hips as he was forced into a straddling position, completely riding his professor's lap.
The direct, skin-to-skin contact with Keng's thick, bare length resting right beneath him made Namping's face explode into a brilliant, mortified crimson.
"Arjan...," Namping sobbed out softly, his forehead dropping heavily against Keng's broad shoulder as his knees felt like absolute water.
He weakly wrapped his arms around Keng's neck, completely hiding his face in the rich scent of cedarwood and ozone. "I can't... I look like a mess... you ate everything..."
"You look exactly how a perfect student should look after a practical exam," Keng rumbled darkly, his chest vibrating with a deep, territorial Alpha purr that sent a jolt of raw comfort straight through Namping's veins.
He wrapped one large arm securely around Namping's lower back, anchoring the boy flush against his chest, while his other hand gently squeezed the soft flesh of Namping's hip. "Completely marked, completely filled, and completely mine. You did beautifully, baby boy."
Keng's large hands remained locked on Namping's bare, ink-marked waist, but he didn't dictate the movement this time.
Instead, he leaned back slightly in the dining chair, a dark, intensely satisfied smirk cutting across his lips as he watched the younger boy struggle to find his bearings.
The friction of their skin, combined with the lingering, electric heat of Namping's pre-heat, made it impossible for the Omega to sit still.
Driven by a sudden, bold spike of instinctual confidence, Namping gripped Keng's broad shoulders, shifted his weight, and began a messy, unpracticed bounce right against his professor's lap.
"Ahhh... hngnn... Arjan...!" Namping gasped loudly, his own voice surprising him as his hips rolled clumsily, chasing the blunt, hard length resting beneath him.
The friction was chaotic and completely unrefined, but the sheer vulnerability of the ride sent a heavy wave of heat straight to Keng's core.
Keng's jaw clenched tightly, a low, gravelly groan tearing from his throat as he let the boy set the frantic, messy pace.
"You're getting incredibly bold, Namping," Keng rasped, his fingers digging firmly into the soft flesh of Namping's hips to stabilize the wild, bouncing rhythm. "Is this your way of turning the evaluation around?"
Determined to return the favor after everything his professor had done to him, Namping leaned down, his dazed, tear-stained face flushing a brilliant crimson.
He captured Keng's mouth in a deep, wet, and beautifully chaotic kiss, his tongue clumsily mimicking the heavy strokes Keng had taught him earlier.
Keng swallowed the sound of Namping's whimpers, his hands anchoring the boy's bouncing hips as the kiss deepened.
But Namping wasn't finished.
Breaking the embrace with a breathless pant, he dragged his lips down Keng's jaw, his sharp little teeth grazing the skin before sinking down firmly into the juncture of Keng's neck and shoulder.
He bit down with a sudden, possessive hunger, sucking fiercely until a deep, dark purple hickey bloomed instantly against the Alpha's pale skin.
"Ah-hng..." Keng moaned out, the sharp sting of the bite combined with the messy friction of Namping riding his lap completely fracturing his remaining control.
Namping didn't stop there.
He slid lower, his hands sliding down Keng's chest as his mouth traced a wet, demanding path across the hard ridges of Keng's collarbone.
He left a visible trail of deep, bruising marks in his wake, mapping out the Alpha's upper body just as shamelessly as Keng had marked his chest in red ink.
"Look at you... completely marking your professor," Keng rumbled darkly, his breathing rough and completely ruined as he gripped Namping's waist, lifting him slightly only to slam him back down against his length in a heavy, grounding friction. "Let's see how much more you can take before you completely break."
Namping gasped loudly as the heavy downward impact sent a sharp shockwave of pleasure straight to his core, his hands desperately clutching at the back of Keng's neck.
His frantic, clumsy movements had left both of them completely breathless, the scent of cedarwood and sweet jasmine completely saturating the room.
"Phi Keng... ahnn... look at what you're doing," Namping wept out, his lips brushing against the fresh, dark bruises he had just left on Keng's shoulder.
He couldn't stop the continuous, messy rhythm of his hips, thoroughly addicted to the thick, rigid warmth pressing up against him from the chair. "Hngnn... Daddy... I'm marking you everywhere... !"
"You're doing an exceptional job," Keng rasped heavily, his voice entirely broken out of its clinical composure.
The sharp sting of the hickeys on his neck and chest combined with the uninhibited friction of Namping riding his lap had pushed the Alpha to his absolute limit.
Keng's large hands shifted from Namping's waist, sliding down to grip the underside of the boy's thighs, lifting them slightly to tilt his pelvis into an even more devastating angle.
Without waiting for another clumsy bounce, Keng thrust upward with a slow, grinding force, bottoming out against Namping's hyper-sensitive interior.
"AHHHHHHH...! ARJAN!" Namping shrieked, his back arching dramatically as his head fell back against Keng's arm.
His fingers dug frantically into the dark strands of Keng's hair as the relentless, deep internal pressure struck his prostate perfectly.
A fresh wave of syrupy slick spilled down their tangled thighs, completely lubricating the heavy, friction-filled rhythm. "Ahhh... Daddy... it's too deep... hahhhh! Keng... please... I'm going to drop... !"
"Don't drop yet, baby boy. Hold onto your Alpha," Keng commanded darkly, his chest vibrating with a deep, territorial purr that forced Namping's walls to clamp even tighter around him.
Keng kept the upward pacing steady and mercilessly deep, using his weight to ground the trembling Omega against his lap. With every slow, heavy roll of his hips, he watched Namping's tear-stained face fracture into pure delirium, the red 'A+' on the boy's chest rising and falling frantically with his ragged breathing.
The dual sensation of marking his professor and being thoroughly stretched open on his lap completely broke Namping's sanity, his loud, wet moans filling the quiet house as they chased the final, explosive threshold together.
The frantic, messy rhythm finally fractured as Keng delivered one last, agonizingly deep, grinding push upward from the chair.
The sudden, overwhelming depth hit Namping's core with such precision that his entire frame went instantly rigid.
"AHHHHHHH...! PHI KENG!" Namping shrieked, his voice breaking into a high, shattered sob as his head fell back against Keng's shoulder.
Right at that explosive peak, the base of Keng's length swelled rapidly for the second time tonight.
The knot bulged drastically, locking them securely together in a tight, velvety grip that completely anchored Namping to Keng's lap.
The absolute fullness of the biological lock sent a final, white-hot wave of euphoria through Namping's exhausted nervous system, his internal walls spasming in continuous, helpless contractions around the Alpha.
Namping's strength gave out entirely. His hands slipped weakly from Keng's shoulders, his head dropping heavily into the crook of the Alpha's neck as he let out a long, trembling, completely spent sigh.
His pre-heat frenzy had finally broken, leaving him thoroughly pliant, warm, and utterly exhausted.
"I've got you, baby boy. You're completely safe," Keng murmured fiercely, his voice dropping into a low, velvety timbre as his protective instincts completely took over.
Recognizing how tired his student was, Keng wrapped his massive arms securely around Namping's trembling back and waist, holding him flush against his chest so the younger boy didn't have to support his own weight.
He let out a deep, soothing hum that vibrated directly against Namping's bare, sweat-cooled skin, instantly soothing the sensitive, overstimulated nerves.
With his hands free, Keng gently began to stroke Namping's damp hair, smoothing the wild strands away from his flushed, tear-stained face.
He leaned down, placing soft, lingering kisses along Namping's forehead and cheeks, murmuring quiet words of praise while the knot slowly held them together.
"Arjan... hng... I'm so tired," Namping whispered into Keng's neck, his voice small and completely vulnerable. He weakly curled his fingers into the fabric of Keng's unbuttoned shirt, entirely dependent on the older man's strength. "Everything is... so heavy..."
"I know, Namping. You worked incredibly hard tonight," Keng murmured wickedly but gently, his large hand sliding down to trace the bold red 'A+' still stamped across the boy's chest.
He adjusted Namping more comfortably against him, letting the thick, rich scent of cedarwood wrap around the exhausted Omega like a heavy blanket.
"Just rest against me. Your Alpha is going to take care of you now."
Once the biological lock finally dissolved, Keng gently disengaged their bodies, ensuring he didn't jostle Namping's thoroughly exhausted frame.
The younger boy was practically half-asleep already, his eyelids heavy and his breathing deep and slow against Keng's chest.
"Let's get you cleaned up, perfect student," Keng murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
Gathering Namping effortlessly into his arms, Keng carried him up the stairs to the master bathroom.
With clinical gentleness, he used a warm, damp washcloth to carefully wipe away the sticky traces of their intense encounter, though he deliberately avoided scrubbing too hard over the bold red 'A+' still stamped across Namping's chest and the deep purple marks on his neck.
After drying him off, Keng navigated Namping's closet, selecting a fresh, clean pair of soft cotton briefs and an oversized grey t-shirt that completely swallowed the boy's slender frame.
Namping whimpered softly in his sleep, his hands blindly reaching out for warmth until Keng tucked him securely beneath his heavy, fluffy duvet.
The moment Namping caught the lingering scent of cedarwood on the sheets, he curled into a ball and drifted completely under.
Leaving the bedroom door cracked open, Keng headed downstairs to the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves, his sharp mind transitioning effortlessly from anatomy to culinary .
Digging through the refrigerator, he gathered fresh ingredients to prepare a nourishing, easily digestible dinner to replenish the Omega's spent energy.
Within forty minutes, the quiet house was filled with the rich, comforting aroma of a traditional Jok (savory rice porridge) simmering on the stove, seasoned perfectly with minced pork, fresh ginger, and white pepper.
Keng leaned against the kitchen counter, quietly stirring the pot while keeping a watchful ear trained on the stairwell, entirely satisfied with the domestic quietude he had claimed.
The rich, comforting aroma of the fresh ginger and savory rice porridge drifted up the stairwell, waking Namping from his deep sleep.
He blinked open his heavy eyelids, feeling incredibly warm, clean, and thoroughly cared for under the heavy duvet.
A moment later, Keng walked into the bedroom, carrying a steaming bowl of Jok and a glass of water.
The strict professor looked completely at home in the domestic space, his sleeves still rolled up to his elbows.
"Time for your post-exertion nutrient replenishment, Namping," Keng murmured, a soft, wicked smirk playing on his lips as he set the tray on the nightstand.
He helped the exhausted boy sit up against the pillows, ensuring the duvet stayed wrapped snugly around him.
Just as Keng picked up the spoon to feed him, Namping's phone on the nightstand began to buzz loudly.
The screen lit up with the name Thomas-Namping's protective older brother, who also happened to be Keng's long-time best friend.
Panic flared in Namping's chest, his eyes widening. "Oh no... Arjan, it's Thomas. If he knows you're here, he'll-"
Before Namping could finish, Keng calmly reached over, swiped the screen, and put the phone directly to his ear.
His demeanor shifted instantly into a shamelessly relaxed, smug baritone.
"Sawadee khap, Thomas," Keng answered smoothly.
"Keng?! Why the hell are you answering my little brother's phone at this hour?" Thomas's voice boomed through the speaker, sounding instantly suspicious and protective. "I called to check if he was safe because my parents are out of town. Why are you at my house?"
Keng looked down at Namping, whose face was rapidly turning a brilliant crimson, and let out a low, gravelly chuckle. "Your parents asked me to look after him, Thomas. And you don't need to worry. As his biology professor, I've conducted a very thorough, practical assessment of his health tonight. He is perfectly safe, completely compliant, and resting inside his bed."
There was a stunned, horrified silence on the other end of the line as Thomas tried to process the heavily loaded, perverted undertone in his best friend's voice. "Keng... you bastard, did you just-"
"He needs his rest now. Goodbye, Thomas," Keng interrupted callously, hanging up the phone with a smug grin and tossing it back onto the table.
Namping buried his burning face directly into his hands, letting out a mortified whine. "Ajarn... you're terrible. He's going to murder you tomorrow."
"Let him try," Keng rumbled softly, pulling Namping's hands away from his face. "Open up. Eat."
With absolute gentleness, Keng blew on each spoonful of the warm porridge, carefully feeding Namping until the bowl was completely empty.
The warm food instantly made Namping's limbs feel heavy and relaxed again.
Once the tray was cleared, Keng turned off the main lights, leaving only the warm glow of the bedside lamp.
He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and slid into the bed right beside Namping, pulling the smaller boy securely into his arms.
The contrast of Keng's large, solid frame wrapping around him made Namping feel incredibly safe. He rested his head against Keng's chest, right over the dark bruises he had left earlier.
"Namping," Keng whispered into the quiet room, his deep voice dropping its strict academic edge entirely, replacing it with a raw, sincere warmth.
He stroked the back of Namping's head, pulling him closer. "I haven't just been keeping track of your cycle because of labs. I've been completely captivated by you for the past year. Watching you try so hard, seeing how bright you are... I wanted you completely for myself."
Namping's heart skipped a violent beat. He looked up through his eyelashes, his dazed eyes shining in the dim light.
" Phi Keng... I... I've had a massive crush on you since the very first lecture. I thought you only saw me as a name on a grading sheet. I wanted you so badly."
A soft, deeply satisfied laugh vibrated in Keng's chest. He leaned down, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to Namping's forehead. "You're much more than a name, baby boy. You're my Omega."
Namping smiled softly, a deep sense of pure comfort washing over him as his sweet jasmine scent settled into a peaceful, rhythm with Keng's rich cedarwood.
He wrapped his arms tightly around the Alpha's waist, burying his nose into his chest. Tangled together beneath the heavy blanket, they completely surrendered to their exhaustion, sleeping deeply in each other's arms.
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