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“Professor, are you still here?”
It was late, far later than Viktor should have still been in his office, so the voice that carried down the hall startled him.
“Professor?”
His office hours were long over and Viktor knew without having to check that the rest of the offices in the hall would be empty. For a student to be here this late was strange.
“Professor…”
It was sing-songy, teasing, and far too knowing for Viktor’s liking.
Viktor knew he should keep his silence, or perhaps do what would be reasonable and pack his things into his briefcase, walk the student to the door, and go home for a very late dinner.
Only, even now, Viktor knew that he wouldn’t.
Jayce Talis appeared in the doorway, filling the space with his broad shoulders and long legs.
“Evening, Professor.”
Viktor met his eyes, caught by Jayce’s sharp stare. There were papers strewn across his desk, a pen still atop them despite the hour. Still, Viktor tried weakly to escape.
“Good evening, Mr. Talis. My office hours are over, so if you have a question about class, you should—”
“Yeah,” Jayce answered, stepping into the room and pulling the door shut behind him. “I know.”
With the type of gall that only a man of Jayce’s age could muster, he kept moving, not stopping until his palms were flat on the desk and his face was perilously close to Viktor’s.
“But I didn’t want to come during office hours. And I’m not here with a question.”
“Well then…” Viktor’s gaze darted toward the door, pulse racing as if suddenly the empty building would repopulate just to catch him in a situation that was hurtling toward improper. Of course, Viktor knew that even the sanitation staff were long gone for the night, and he had a feeling that Jayce knew it too. “Why are you here?”
Jayce grinned—actually grinned, the brat—and bent down until the soft puff of his breath fogged Viktor’s glasses. “I think you know the answer to that, Professor.”
Viktor peered up, eyes wide over the rim of his glasses, and he watched Jayce’s gaze fall to the nervous bob of his throat.
Yes, Viktor knew why, but he had been hoping that his instincts were wrong, because this could spell nothing but trouble.
Viktor was a good professor. He was intelligent, an expert in his field, patient with his students, and he had never, ever been attracted to any of them. At least, not until Jayce Talis.
“This,” Viktor managed, “is…wildly inappropriate, Mr. Talis.”
“Oh.” Jayce’s head cocked, a furrow appearing between his thick brows. “Is it?”
“Yes, it is!” Viktor said it in a rush, louder than he meant to, and what little composure he’d been clinging to disappeared with the rush of heat to his cheeks.
“Okay.” Jayce straightened back up, shoulders affecting a half-hearted shrug as his arms crossed over his chest. “Tell me to leave then.”
Viktor balked, the lump in his throat betraying him as he opened his mouth to order Jayce out only to sit there gaping in silence instead.
Once a few seconds had passed, Jayce’s grin returned, and he rounded the desk to stand directly beside Viktor’s chair. “That’s what I thought.”
With one foot, Jayce spun the chair, catching the seat with the inside of his knee so that Viktor was facing him. Their eyes met, Jayce’s tantalizingly dark, and Viktor knew with no small amount of shame that Jayce was seeing his own desire mirrored back in Viktor’s stare.
Slowly, confidently, Jayce sank to his knees.
“We can’t,” Viktor insisted, regaining his voice, but it came out as little more than an exhalation, breathy and feeble.
“We can,” Jayce countered. He took Viktor’s ankles in his large, warm palms, holding on for a brief moment before sliding upward, baring Viktor’s calves as the fabric bunched in his fingertips, the sensation of a gentle touch on his brace foreign but welcome.
“We shouldn’t.”
Jayce looked up again at that, leaning his head against Viktor’s knee. His gaze was soft, charged with not just lust, but affection. “Why not?”
“You know why not.” Jayce continued his path upward, gathering Viktor’s right pantleg at his knee so the entirety of his brace was exposed. When Viktor shifted, Jayce pressed his mouth to the metal joint, and Viktor’s eyes fluttered shut. “I’m twice your age.”
“Okay? And I’m an adult, who can decide perfectly well whose cock he wants to suck.”
Viktor’s eyes snapped back open, his flush deepening at Jayce’s lazy smirk. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for Viktor to tell him this had to stop.
Viktor said no such thing.
“You’re one of my students,” Viktor mumbled, losing any fight he had left as Jayce’s hand skimmed over the visible bulge in his slacks.
“Yeah,” Jayce agreed, fingers popping the button and then sliding the zipper down with a soft purr. “One of your best.”
Well, that was true. Even before this, that was true.
Viktor was only half hard, his better judgment still attempting a losing battle against his arousal as Jayce eased Viktor’s right foot between the spread of his thighs and leaned forward. Between the obvious erection against the sole of his sensible loafers and the heat of Jayce’s breath, Viktor’s cock twitched, swelling so quickly it made his head spin when Jayce eased it between his lips.
“Kurva.”
Viktor let his head fall back, lolling sideways against the plush headrest of his chair until it settled at an angle where he could watch Jayce.
Jayce hummed his approval, the sound sending vibrations skittering up Viktor’s cock to stoke the flame already roaring in the pit of his stomach. Viktor dropped a hand to steady him, but all the motion did was cause Jayce to look up through the long fan of his lashes, and that did absolutely nothing to keep Viktor from hurtling embarrassingly close to the edge.
“Jayce, wait—”
He hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard, and Viktor only survived by yanking Jayce back by his hair, earning a groan from the younger man.
“Been awhile, Professor?”
Although the words were teasing, Jayce’s voice was low and throaty, alluring in a way that made Viktor feel unstable.
“Yes,” he admitted.
Jayce answered by grinding his hips down against Viktor’s shoe, a whimper escaping from the clench of his teeth.
“Me too.”
Viktor was surprised by that, but why would Jayce have any reason to lie about it? He’d assumed the younger man had lovers lined up at his door, charmed by his smile and the unruly curl of hair at his forehead just as Viktor had been since the first day he’d walked into his classroom to see Jayce in the front row.
It probably meant nothing, realistically. Jayce was one of the brightest students Viktor had ever had, and he knew that he was heavily involved in several projects around the campus. It was likely that he simply had no time for intimacy. And yet…here he was, late on a Friday night, on his knees in Viktor’s office.
“Professor…”
Viktor snapped from his thoughts, looking down to meet Jayce’s big, dark eyes as he rested his chin against Viktor’s knee. His teeth worried over his bottom lip, swollen from his ministrations, and the gesture was so obviously absentminded that it was alluring in a way an intentional motion could never manage.
“Please?”
He asked so sweetly, brow furrowed, hips making short, desperate jerks in search of friction and pleasure.
Viktor nodded, slowly, unable to resist.
Like a man starved, Jayce surged back forward, taking Viktor’s cock immediately into his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing as he sucked and swallowed the mixture of his own spit and Viktor’s pre-cum.
With no remaining restraint, Jayce humped eagerly against Viktor’s foot, the soft, worn leather of his loafer darkening along with the front of Jayce’s pants. Viktor watched, rapt, eyes flicking between the roll of Jayce’s hips, the grip of his fingers around the thigh strap of Viktor’s brace, the damp line through his stubble.
He was beautiful, perfect, better than all of this, but Viktor was selfish: selfishly glad that he alone could see Jayce like this, selfishly pleased that Jayce was so willing to demean himself at Viktor’s feet. It was wrong, but Viktor relished in his power over Jayce. The boy deserved to be worshipped on silky sheets, paraded about town like the prized possession he was, and instead he was here in the faculty wing with his knees rubbed raw by decades-old carpet. It was filthy, clandestine, forbidden, and oh how Viktor adored it.
With a strangled, choking sound, Jayce went rigid, his throat constricting. Viktor watched the way his eyes widened, slightly, rising to catch Viktor’s before screwing shut as his body trembled.
Viktor followed, undone by Jayce’s own desperate unraveling, but with his lips parted and his jaw slack, Jayce couldn’t quite manage to swallow fast enough and Viktor watched as his own cum dribbled over the flush of Jayce’s lip.
Jayce whined, tongue lolling out to clean his mouth and the mess of his chin as Viktor’s cock softened enough to slip free.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Jayce swallowed, the sound thick and loud in the silence, and when he looked up to meet Viktor’s gaze his eyes were hazy and satisfied.
“You know…” Viktor rasped softly. He lowered one hand, using his thumb to gather the cum from the corner of Jayce’s mouth and smear it over his lips. “I am not going to give you an A because of this, Mr. Talis.”
Jayce laughed, breathless but sincere. “I know you won’t, Professor.” His teeth grazed the pad of Viktor’s thumb, and when Viktor’s breath hitched in answer, Jayce offered him the same crooked, confident smile that had gotten him into so much trouble in the first place. “You’ll give me an A because I’ve earned it.”