When the final bell of the day rang, Kyo tidied his desk and then sat, patiently waiting for his eager pupil to come "learn" from him.
He walked in on time, decided to be brave, and approached his desk with a sweet smile. He hoped his drawing had... inspired him.
Kyo looked him up and down, and then smirked. "I thought you would have come in looking more like this," he said, as he held his drawing up for reference.
Seunghyun blushes. "Do you... want me to undress?" he asks, rubbing his thumb and index finger on his top button.
"Why I didn't know it was that easy to get the good student, Seunghyun Lee, to take off his clothes." He smirks.
"Well I... Never mind. You're absolutely right, I will keep my clothes on," he sasses.
"I don't think you know what you want," he says, staring at him intently.
"And you know what I want better than I do?"
"Of course I do," he says. He has been observing him for a while now, knows more about him than he probably realizes. "You live in a rather strict household with one other brother, you're the elder son. You want attention, and you do that by excelling at your studies. But now, I think you want my attention and you're not even sure why..."
How had he figured out that much about him? He stares at him in disbelief. It's true—all of it. Out of place at home, out of place with his more rambunctious friends, out of place with the boy he was supposed to be with... But somehow, Mr. Matsuura was challenging him. Changing him, though he hadn't realized it until now. "Yes, I do want your attention, Mr Matsuura," he says, and takes a step toward his chair.
"You'll have to come closer than that if you want me to kiss you," he says with a smirk.
Seunghyun walks closer until he's right in front of him, looking down at him, then glances behind him at the closed locked door. They're alone. No one will even try to come in without knocking.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" He asks, curious.
"Well, Jin... kissed me in his car," he says, "But before him... No one."
"Maybe you should show me what you know from that poor excuse of a experience," he suggests, "and then I can show you what you need to know."
"Alright..." He bends to place a tender soft kiss to his lips, his full lips fitting over his mouth. Then he moves to pull away.
"That's it? That's all you've got?" He nearly laughs at him.
He wilts, disappointed. "You didn't like it?"
"I've had better kisses from my grandmother," he jests as he stands from his chair, now quite a bit taller than him, but not too much. He steps toward Seunghyun, until he's backed up against his desk and can't go any further. "A kiss should be more... sensual," he explains, looking deeply into his rich brown eyes, and then to the pink flesh of his mouth. When he leans in he presses his parted lips to his, and for a moment he's completely still before moving his mouth softly against his, growing more and more passionate but teasing.
Seunghyun inhales sharply as he claims his lips, and clumsily tries to match his movements, daring to flick his tongue into his mouth. He tastes... wonderful. Laying a palm on his chest, he leans back on the desk, almost sitting on it.
He pulls back with an amused grin on his lips. "So you do know what to do," he says, at the way he licked at his mouth and he moves in, pressing impossibly closer to him, and captures his lips again. This time he kisses him with much more force and slips his tongue into his mouth.
Seunghyun's throat tightens from the sudden intrusion into his mouth, he parts his lips further for him so he has room and so he won't gag, his fingers clutching his shirt, his other hand winding around his neck to scrape his nails through his thick layered hair.
The kiss continues like that until Kyo pulls back, and breathes heavily against his lips. "You don't kiss like you have no experience, what a bad boy," he says.
He pecks his lips. "If you want me to behave like a good boy, I will," he murmurs.
"If you were a good boy, you would get on your knees for me." He smirks.
"No, I... I don't think so," he says, blushing a little. "That's not something I ever want to do."
"How would you know if you've never done it before?"
"I don't have to do something gross to know I don't want to do it. Will you just kiss me again?" he pleads.
"No, I don't think so," he says his words back to him and steps away, then back toward his chair, where he sits down. He’s testing him to see how far he can bend his limits.
His hands flex, missing holding onto him, and he reluctantly straightens, looking down at him where he sits in his chair. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks.
"No Seunghyun, I just thought you were a different kind of boy, that's all," he says, pressing his lips together in a thin line, "Perhaps your friends were right about you, and you really are just a prudish little boy."
He flinches as if he was slapped. "What... would you exactly have me do?" he says quietly, his hands coming together to fret at his fingers. He doesn't want Kyo to be right. He's not a prude, just... a late bloomer.
“What do you think I want you to do?” He asks from his chair, his fingertips tapping on his thigh. He looks to where his hands are wringing together, a nervous gesture.
"You want me to get on my knees," he recites softly, "Even though I thought it was my choice what you would teach me today."
"It was your choice, and you learned what you needed. It was a rather simple lesson," he says with a smirk, "so now it's my choice."
"I... didn't expect it to be such a quick lesson," he says warily.
Kyo reaches forward and grabs hold of Seunghyun's arm, pulling him towards him. He looks up at him with firm black eyes. "What would you have us do then?"
He stumbles forward with a gasp. "I don't know... I don't think I'm ready to do more than kiss," he pleads.
"You sounded ready for a lot more than kissing last night on the phone," he says, his hand still holding onto his arm.
"Well... yes, I guess I was." He swallows, trying to clear the lump in his throat. "Is this really about teaching me sex ed? Please tell me. I won't tell anyone, I promise." Before he debases himself any further, he needs to know he actually wants him.
His hand on his arm moves down toward his slim wrist, and then touches his hand before letting go of him entirely. "It is about teaching you," he says, and he looks up into his eyes, "But... I can't deny that you're a very attractive boy."
Seunghyun smiled softly. "Thank you, Mr Matsuura." Part of him felt unsatisfied with the answer but he accepted it anyway. "Could we learn something else, not... Not sucking you?" he finishes with some effort.
"Don't you think it's something you should learn? To please your future lover?" He asks.
"Can't I please my lover some other way?"
"Of course there are plenty other ways to please your lover, but I feel like those may be a bit more invasive than you'd prefer,” he offers.
He lifts a brow in question. "You don't consider a blowjob invasive, Mr. Matsuura? I consider it very intimate."
"It's not more intimate than fucking," he says, looking at the way he's standing, trying to seem intimidating when he's obviously just a timid boy. "Just admit it Seunghyun, you're afraid to put a dick in your mouth."
"Fine, I am afraid. I'm still seventeen, why is that so wrong?"
"It's not wrong. I just wanted you to admit to it." He touches his arm again, gently. "But you should know, you really don't have to be afraid with me."
"Why not?" he asks. He doesn't care what he wants, doesn't care about him. If he did, he wouldn't push so hard for him to do what he knows he'll dislike.
He stands then, and walks toward him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he leans into his ear. "Because I care for your wellbeing Seunghyun, I wouldn't hurt someone I cared for," he whispers, and then places a kiss to his cheek.
He shivers at the slight sensation of his gentle kiss. "Alright then, I guess I can try it..."
He leans back to look at his face. "Try what, exactly?" He wants him to say it.
"I'll try... sucking your dick." It embarrasses him so much to say it and he looks down at his shoes, his face beginning to blush.
He bites his lip and watches his face turn red, which shouldn't excite him, but it does. "I'll try my best to be gentle with you," he says, lifting his downcast face.
"Thank you," he says. "Do you... have to watch porn to get it firm first?" Obviously he couldn't get aroused from him, he wasn't that deluded.
"No, I don't need to watch porn to 'get it firm'," he teases him. "The thought of you on the phone last night, touching yourself, and knowing exactly how your dick looks and feels... That's definitely enough to get me hard... With maybe a bit of help from your hands," he says, talking so near his face that his breath is warm on his cheek.
"You can get hard thinking about me?" he finally says, so softly since he's close enough to hear his whisper, immeasurably flattered. He could arouse a grown man who had a so many people to pick from, but he chose... him. Just him.
"I have before," he says so simply, showing his cards a bit, showing his interest in him, and he looks at him with a sideways glance, wants to see his expression at that confession.
A smile pulls at his lips. This feels as intimate as when he kissed him up against his desk, him revealing something to him that he really doesn't have to.
"What do you think of that?" He asks. "That the thought of you has made me hard."
"Was it only this last time, when we were on the phone?" He wants to know, but goes on to answer, "I like it, that you have..."
"No. It wasn't just the last time," he admits, but doesn't say anymore. Doesn't tell him that he's gone looking for men at clubs, with hair and eyes a similar shade to his, just to bring them home and fuck them, all while thinking of him—but they could never live up to the real thing. "I'm glad that you like the idea of it," he says.
He glances down, in what he hopes is a subtle way, at his crotch to see if he is hard yet.
"Don't be shy Seunghyun," he says at his obvious gaze, "Feel free to touch." He's not hard yet, but he's halfway there. Can't deny that the thought of him on his knees sucking him off has excited him.
Seunghyun stretches out his hand to brush his fingertips over him, quite shy. "How does it like to be touched?" he asks.
He chuckles at his question, but moves into his touch so he can feel that he's getting hard for him. "It generally enjoys any kind of touch."
It's sort of firm when he curls his palm over it, and hot. "It's so warm," he says. "Can I see?"
"Come here first," he says, and pulls him close so he can kiss him again. Flicking his tongue into his mouth, he kisses him gently, but deep. He steps backwards toward his chair, pulling him with him as he goes, nipping kisses at his lips, and then he sits down, spreading his legs so he can stand between them. The bulge in his pants more obvious now.
The kiss takes his breath away and he's dizzy when he pulls back, so very pliant with where he guides him. Looking down, he sees a bump in his pants where his member is growing. "Should I kneel?" he asks.
"Mmm... Yes, please kneel," he says, and he can't help but palm at himself already.
Seunghyun sinks to his knees, looking up at him from between his legs. He's curious in spite of himself, at what it will look and taste like.
He looks good there, on his knees between his legs, he thinks. Much better now that it's a reality, and not just some depraved late-night thought while getting off. His hands are on his belt, pulling it open, and then he pushes open the button on his pants, pulls the zipper. And maybe he's deliberately going slow because he enjoys the look of curious anticipation on Seunghyun's face.
His eyes focus on his hands, moving too gradually for his liking, and his stomach is full of knots. He even almost whines. "Now you're just teasing me," he protests.
He grins at him. Maybe he's teasing him a bit, wants to see how eager he actually is to see his dick. Reaching into his underwear, he strokes himself, getting harder by the second, and then he finally reveals himself to him with a smirk.
His eyes widen. It's bigger than he expected, especially compared to his own, and veinier. It's kind of grotesque, really. "I don't think I can fit that in my mouth," he tells him, but he places a hand on his thigh, silently asking for permission to touch and explore him.
Kyo touches the hand on his thigh, then reaches forward to stroke his knuckles over his cheek. "You don't have to fit it all in your mouth," he runs his hand over his long black bangs to look deeper into those soft brown eyes, "But I would love to see you try." He gives him a playful grin then raises his brows. "I told you not to be shy... You can touch me as you please, since I've already touched you," he reminds him.
He carefully strokes his member with two fingers and finds it soft as velvet, but with a firmness. "Oh wow... it's strangely cute," he murmurs to himself, playing with the skin on top, pulling it to see the tip underneath.
Cute. He almost scoffs at his comment. But he doesn't, doesn't want to do or say anything that may make him stop touching him. His touch is tentative, and he bites his lip as he watches his curiosity. "The foreskin," he says when he touches it, "You had labeled that wrong on your sheets."
"It's so stretchy," He pulls it down tight with his fist around him and then releases it, watching it move back into place.
"Mmm... it is," he says, he has to keep himself from jerking his hips up. Lets him continue to explore.
"What's that?" he asks, noticing a drop of moisture on the tip as he examines it.
"That's precum," he says, watches the way it beads up on the tip of his member. "Touch it if you want. Or... taste it."
"It's safe to taste?" he asks, touching it with a fingertip and watching, fascinated, as it pulls away.
"Yes... though, you may not like the way it tastes," he warns him, and it's really the least he can do if he's going to have his mouth on him. He grabs his dick near the base and squeezes, giving it a bit of a tug, and milks a bit more out. And, as the precum builds up, it drips from the tip and onto his pants.
He watches him touch himself, and he's blushing hard, hardly able to look at him. He looks at his finger where his precum is dabbed on, and he brings it to his lips, his eyes on him all the while. His tongue flicks out at it... And it's salty, a little bitter, and thick. "What's it exactly for?" he asks.
He really isn't in the mood to be a teacher right now, he's aching to get off, and watching him taste his precum doesn't help matters at all, but thankfully he's old enough to know how to keep his orgasm at bay. This poor boy really has no idea how sex works. "It's to coat the inner walls of someone, so that the acidity of it doesn't kill or weaken the sperm when a man comes," He tries to explain as simply as possible, "So that the chances of pregnancy aren't diminished."
"Oh," Seunghyun says, not expecting such a scientific response. "Could you help me? I don't really know how to start..." He eyes his member; now wet with precum and thicker than anything he's had before in his mouth.
"Okay, yeah just," he shifts in his chair, and strokes himself again, "... Just, the first thing to remember is don't use your teeth. Okay?"
"So I shouldn't bite it?" he asks, quite seriously.
He feels a shock of dread pulse in his chest at the very thought of teeth on his dick. It happened once, when he was a teenager, and it scared him off blowjobs for a year. "Are you kidding me? Never bite it," he says to him, hoping he's made himself very clear on the fact.
"Okay," he says. "Then... Do I just... blow on it first?"
He cringes. "Despite the name, you don't blow on it," he explains, "You have to suck on it." He's being rather dutiful, and he's glad he let him ask questions before going at it on his own. "Maybe... First just try using your tongue... Or you could just put the head in your mouth," he suggests.
"Are you going to make fun of me if I'm bad at it?" he asks, pouting worriedly.
He brushes his cheek softly. "No one is good at it their first time," he says, hopefully stalling his doubts.
Seunghyun licks his lips and lowers his head, taking the head into his mouth. It doesn't taste good… But it's not the worst thing he's ever tasted. He sucks and looks up to see his reaction.
Kyo bites his lip as he watches him, the damp heat of his mouth feels nice on his dickk, but he wants him to take more in. He has the urge to grab hold of his hair and push his mouth down onto him, but he doesn't. He gives him an appreciative groan as he licks his lips.
He keeps his mouth where it is and practices licking and sucking. It’s kind of fun, though, of course he would never admit that to anyone.
"Yeah that's really good," he says when Seunghyun licks his tongue over the sensitive glands on the underside of the head. He reaches down to stroke his hair, that’s soft and straight, and God, he's pictured this so many times it's hard to believe he's made it happen. "You look really good on your knees," he says, knows it's a fucking cliché thing to say, but he really does look good there.
He pulls his mouth off to thank him. "Is that all you do, just suck the top?" he asks.
"Um no..." he says, "You can use your hands as well, and take more of it into it into your mouth. Some like to lick and suck the balls."
"Oh... Okay, I'll try," he says, and wraps his hand around it, guiding it into his mouth as far as he can—and he starts gagging, his throat convulsing and tears springing to his eyes. He stops and sits back on his feet to catch his breath, very embarrassed.
Kyo lets out a heavy breath as his member aches from the sight of him trying to take him in further, and failing with a gag. "You have to go much slower than that," he advises, and reaches to place his hand at the nape of his neck, threads his fingers into his hair a bit, "You need to relax and be comfortable with what you're doing." With his other hand he wipes the moistness from beneath his eye.
"Can we stop for now?" he asks, on the verge of crying, his lips pink and wet from sucking. "I can do it better next time."
His fingers massage into the nape of his neck, trying to get him to relax and be compliant. "I think... you should try again," he says.
He breathes heavily, working up the nerve. "Really?" he asks.
The fingers he has in his hair, grip the black strands firmly—he's not quite pulling, but he wouldn't be able to get away if he tried—and he gives him an intense look. "It's not up for debate," he says slowly, "I'm telling you to try again."
He whimpers a little and a small tear rolls down his cheek. He opens his mouth to show he'll cooperate.
The look on his sweet face as a tear falls down his cheek made Kyo’s insides twist with excitement despite him beginning to feel almost sorry for him. He's tried his hand at being dominant before, as the thought of someone submitting to him aroused him greatly, but he never felt compatible with the men and women that tried to submit to him, and he couldn't enjoy himself the way he truly wanted. But the way Seunghyun looks right now, helpless and at his mercy, that's completely real, and it thrills him. "Good boy," he says. He grips his hair just a little more and, with his other hand on himself, he brings his mouth to his member.
Seunghyun takes him into his mouth, his mouth wetter than before, and sucks him more sloppily, shutting his eyes so he doesn't have to see his face. Fear and shame was slowly filling his whole body, but deep down—though he'll never admit it—it feels good to be controlled. It's possible he knows what's best for him and is showing him all of what he knows, including this perversion.
Kyo tries to hold back a groan as he messily licks and sucks at his dick, but he's still not taking him in far enough, and with his hand in his hair, he eases him into taking more. "Such a good boy," he says.
He feels his gorge rising, and he tries not to gag again, but there's an audible sound of his throat closing, and in a panic he squeezes his thighs, his eyelashes moist from tears.
The squeezing of his thighs is a sign, and he can tell with the way his eyes are watering, and the way his lashes are beginning to clump together that he is having a hard time, so he pulls her head back a bit, giving his hair a little yank as he does. "How do you think your mother would feel if she could see his perfect little boy right now?" He asks, wanting to make him squirm just a bit more.
Inhaling and exhaling hard for relief, he works on sucking and licking what he does have in his mouth, and he looks up at Mr. Matsuura with watery eyes and shrugs his shoulders. If he ever told his mom, he would never be able to look of her in the eyes ever again.
"She would probably think you were a little man slut," he practically growls at him, and he squeezes the base of his dick as he forces him to take more into his mouth. He's so close to coming, but not yet. Not yet.
Tears drip onto him, off of his eyelashes, and he's even drooling quite a bit on the sides of his mouth. His words terrify and thrill him; he squeezes his thighs together under his pants.
"I bet your own dick is so wet under your clothes right now," he hisses at him, doesn't realize how hard he's actually gripping his hair. "Look up at me and blink if you're wet," he instructs.
It takes a moment for his words to sink in with how hard he's concentrating, how lost he is in the act of sucking him. But he does look up and flutter his eyelashes, whimpers. His jaw is starting to ache, but he's afraid he'll bite him if he relaxes at all.
"Fuck," he breathes out, and he pulls his head back, his mouth leaving him and he begins fisting his cock, so close now. He's breathing heaving, panting, and he's holding his head in place, not letting him move. "I'm gonna come in your mouth," he tells him, as he quickens the pace and then he's pushing the head of his cock between his swollen lips as he climaxes hard with a moan.
He milks every last drop into his mouth before he lets him go.
He milks every last drop into his mouth before he lets him go.
Thick, salty and frothing fluid fills his mouth, and combined with his barely suppressed retching, and it's all he can do to hold it back until he lets him go. Then he turns about and drops on all fours in front of his small trash bin, letting everything fall out—cum and spit and even some vomit. And then he cries, embarrassed, covering his face and moaning.
He feels a sharp twist of guilt within himself as he watches the young boy scramble for the trash bin and throw up everything in his mouth.
He tucks his softening cock back into his pants and he looks to where Seunghyun is crying next to his desk. With the way he's sitting, knees pulled to his chest, he can see that he's wet from the damp spot over the crotch of his pants.
"Seunghyun," he says, his voice different now, gentler, "Come here."
He tucks his softening cock back into his pants and he looks to where Seunghyun is crying next to his desk. With the way he's sitting, knees pulled to his chest, he can see that he's wet from the damp spot over the crotch of his pants.
"Seunghyun," he says, his voice different now, gentler, "Come here."
He gets up, blindly obeying, or maybe blindly seeking comfort, and sinks onto his lap, curled up and crying, and these are not delicate tears. His lips are pink and swollen and his eyes are red and he's a wrecked and wretched boy.
"Shhhh." He pets his soft black hair and rubs his hand over his back. "You don't have to cry. You were such a good boy," he whispers to him, and continues to try to sooth him.
"Look at me Seunghyun," he says, and when he does his face is red and he reaches up to wipe tears from his cheeks. "Don't cry," he says again, and then he leans forward and kisses the edge of his mouth. And he can't help himself when he fits his lips against his, and then pushes his tongue into his mouth. He can taste the salt of himself as it lingers on his lips, but the inside of his mouth leaves an acidic tang on his tongue.
"Look at me Seunghyun," he says, and when he does his face is red and he reaches up to wipe tears from his cheeks. "Don't cry," he says again, and then he leans forward and kisses the edge of his mouth. And he can't help himself when he fits his lips against his, and then pushes his tongue into his mouth. He can taste the salt of himself as it lingers on his lips, but the inside of his mouth leaves an acidic tang on his tongue.
Seunghyun jerks back, appalled, his disgust plain on his face. "No," he says. "Don't do that."
He has the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him again, but he doesn't. Instead he just looks at him for a moment in silence before saying, "Do you want me to drive you home?"
"I can't go home... like this," he groans, and hugs him, pressing his head into his shoulder, stifling sobs.
He's intrigued by his sudden affection. "What do you mean? It's getting late," he says.
"I'm a mess, they'd think the worst," he sniffs into his neck.
He enjoys the feeling of his face pressed into his neck and he rubs at him back. He doesn't want to say it, shouldn't even suggest it, but he does anyhow. "You... could come back to mine," he says, and if they've already crossed a hundred boundaries, his suggestion is crossing a hundred more.
"Alright," he mumbles, pressing his lips to his throat in thanks. "Let me, um…let me text Minhyuk." He eases himself off of his lap and digs his phone out of his backpack, contacting Minhyuk to cover for him and then his mother to say he was at Minhyuk's place.
Kyo swallows as he looks at the boy's back as he types fast messages into his phone. He has a sudden urge to change his mind, as if taking him to his house is worse than what he's already done.
Getting up from his chair, he busies himself with cleaning up his desk and then grabs his blazer, checks that his keys are in the pocket and waits on him. He's half expecting him to turn around and tell him that he has to go home, that he can't get his friend to lie for him.
Getting up from his chair, he busies himself with cleaning up his desk and then grabs his blazer, checks that his keys are in the pocket and waits on him. He's half expecting him to turn around and tell him that he has to go home, that he can't get his friend to lie for him.
But Seunghyun slowly gets to his feet and trails after Kyo like a duckling with his backpack, hanging his head down with his black bangs sweeping to cover his face from view. He hopes he'll let him go to sleep when they get wherever they're going.
