I sat by the table, my legs folded, notes cluttered. I twirled the pen in my hand absentmindedly.
I, have been unable to do it myself.
Experience release myself I mean.
I'd feel hot and bothered, I'd touch, grind and be stimulated to the point of going crazy but that would be it.
My body refused to cave into ecstacy just by my touches alone.
It longed for someone else's.
It longed for Sensei's.
Right after that kiss on the rooftop.
I'd thought I'd branded Sensei, but actually, it was Sensei who had me branded.
"Thinking again?" Sensei asked his voice laced with warmth.
I jolted snapping out of my perverse thoughts the pen slipping from my hand and unto my thigh.
Sensei walked over, a plate of peeled apples in his hand. He sat down beside me placing the plate on the table gently. He stared at me his dark eyes layered with curiosity his hand holding his head up.
Sensei's visits have been more than frequent. Most times, we'd come home together. He'd stay for a while mostly cooking before he left.
Sensei cared alot about the meals I ate. As soon as he found out I loved meaty dishes, his style of cooking changed from fully vegan, to partial.
This was the first time Sensei came over on weekends. His hair wasn't packed up in his usual ponytail they covered the glasses he had on. He was dressed casually—white loose shirt and grey baggy pants. It made him look carefree and seductive at the same time.
"Eat up. I peeled them carefully." Sensei pushed the plate to my side. My lips carved up into a smile I reached for the fork and picked a slice bitting into it.
Sweet and juicy.
"Sehyun likes sweet things right." Sensei noted.
I nodded my eyes gleaming. "Mn."
Sensei moved closer, his attention diverting to the notes.
"Was Sehyun thinking about midterms?"
I dropped the fork swallowing hard.
Partially.
"I guess…"
Sensei nodded slowly. "This method is not efficient."
My eyes shifted to the notebook. "Eh? It's not?"
"Mn. I'll show you how to do it."
As Sensei finished, he moved behind me his hand reaching between my thighs picking the pen I'd dropped.
His motions slow as if done on purpose. My breath trembled.
This…..
Sensei continued as if he'd done nothing. His voice low by my ear. "First off, you'd divide then substitute this with this….."
I tired to focus. Place my attention on the equation Sensei was solving but I couldn't.
I couldn't help but be aware of the warmth Sensei's body exuded. The proximity of his lips to my ears. How his hand constantly brushed past mine. As if teasing—igniting sparks wherever he touched.
His breath on my skin made it tingle. If I turned my head, from this position, we'd be able to kiss.
My lashes trembled softly. I wanted to lean on his shoulder—feel his body pressed against mine.
I did. My body shuddering, my breath growing heavier by the moment.
"Sehyun, what's wrong?"
I swallowed my throat dry. "S-Sensei, just a moment."
I was on the verge of moaning. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been able to release, I was beyond aroused. I was intoxicated—every part of Sensei was intoxicating.
I gazed at him with half lidded eyes, my hands curled slightly resisting the urge to rub down there.
Sensei's gaze drifted lower. His gaze darkened once he noticed the bulge in my pants.
I whimpered unable to hold it back anymore. "Sensei…"
His gaze made me even more excited than I already was. It was unbearable, I needed to…
My hand began moving, it moved downwards towards my swollen erection begging for release.
Sensei grasped my hand restricting my movement. "Ahhh~ S-Sensei…" my chest rised and fell. I felt Sensei's hands move upwards sliding under my shirt.
"I'll do it. After all…"
I heard him finish by my ear. "I'm the cause." He bit my earlobe as if testing how badly I craved him. An excited gasp escaped my lips.
His hands trailed upwards caressing the tiny buds on my chest that were already upright and aching. "Ahhhhh~" my body arched moving with his touches.
Sensei lips left my ear and moved down to my neck. He kissed and sucked on the exposed skin. I was sure it was going to leave a mark but I didn't care.
"Raise your shirt." Sensei commanded. His voice thick and deep. I did as he ordered—raised my shirt so that they were above my chest.
Sensei's kisses slid lower, my body turning to the side giving him access to do whatever he wanted.
He captured my left nipple between his lips. His teeth grazed the skin sending tremors down my body his tongue traced wet landmarks around the skin and when he bit then sucked on it, a different kind of pleasure shot through me.
I screamed my toes curling. His other hand moved lower rubbing my erection—leaking and aching for his touch.
My legs clamped together, as if wanting trap his hands there. A desperate cry escaping my quivering lips.
I heard Sensei chuckle. "As expected, Sehyun gets sensitive when extremely aroused."
He trailed kisses back to my ear. "Open them Sehyun, I can't help you if you clamp that tight around my hand." He said amusedly.
I flushed. The sudden awareness of how I was kicking in. I bit down on my lower lip embarrassed.
"Don't be shy now, That little brother still needs attention." Sensei added his nose nuzzling against my neck.
"I—"
Sensei turned my head towards him and captured my lips. He bit my lower lip gently causing a gasp to evade my lips. Immediately, his tongue charged in. He kissed me like he couldn't get enough.
My hand reached out intermingling with his hair pulling him closer as I moaned. My legs parting as I felt the now familiar sensation nipping away at my reason. Sensei's hands began moving slowly at first building up friction, then it picked up pace.
I was beginning to lose it. I wanted to feel his hand on my skin. This was pure torture for me…
Sensei pulled back sensing I wasn't satisfied with just rubbing. "Take them off, fast."
My hands trembled as I hurriedly took my pants off, my face heated—half embarrassed, half excited.
As I reached to take my boxers off, Sensei's hands held mine. "I'll do it." His touch made me tremble, I nodded trying to catch my breath.
Sensei's hands moved to the band of my boxers, using his thumb, he pulled them off. My hips raised to make things faster.
"You're all wet." Sensei said his eyes dark with naked lust. Like he was about to devour me whole.
I leaned in towards him my hand reaching towards his glasses I took them off dropping them on the floor beside us. I pushed his hair aside mesmerized by how otherworldly he looked.
"Sensei, it's your fault…." I whispered softly my voice loud enough for him to hear. He leaned in, our noses touching—his hands trailed my inner thighs then gripped my skin his fingers sinking in my flesh. I felt pain at first then excitement. I shuddered.
Sensei's eyes changed from dark to something dangerous. "I'm aware." He slammed his lips on mine. A kiss so passionate—filled with unfiltered desire.
This was beyond lust, this was desire. Fiery desire. Sensei's movements on my lower half shifted from fast to sloppy. My body trembled. My hands circled Sensei neck as his mouth drifted downwards biting into my neck.
My hips shook violently. My hand gripped Sensei's shoulder as I released. Long and hard.
Tears trickled down the corner of my eyes. My lips quivered nonstop. Sensei's arms wrapped around me holding me firmly against his chest.
"Sensei?" my vision blurred my body becoming limp.
He kissed my nape. "I'm here."
"You?…"
"Rest. I'll manage." He kissed my forehead softly different from the previous kiss.
I stopped trembling. My eyelids growing heavy.
I was exhausted both physical and emotionally. I had never experienced this sort of pleasure.
Sensei understood my body more than I did. The realization wasn't frightening, it was….
Strangely comforting.