I don't mean to be distracted, Professor. But I can't stop looking at your mouth in class, and your lectures are so interesting.
[ he shifts his weight just a little, letting his thighs spread just a few inches further so that the hard press of his slowly thickening dick can be seen against the fabric, waiting for attention.
otherwise, he preens a little at being told he's sitting so well and there's a little huff. ]
You've always had my full attention, sir. I'd like -
[ ... cassiopeia. there's a pause that he covers a fraction of a second later with some movement, letting his hands press up to his sweater vest and give it a little tug.
it can't be. he suspected, of course, with the user name and the history, but there's no telling. he wishes he could see a camera to the other side suddenly, could peer into the room hawkins fuller is sitting and see if he wants him now just as much as he did tucked away in that car.
he does, doesn't he? want him? or will it always be behind these screens with stolen and fleeting kisses from afar?
either way, even that would be enough, wouldn't it? ]
I didn't know you liked astronomy sir. Greek myths. God, you're the one distracting me now.
[ and there's a little coy laugh, light and a little baffled, but he bows his head enough so that the camera can see his jaw, the lobe of his ear - and how flushed they've become. ]
I'm listening, professor. For your instructions. I'll be good, I promise. Teach me what you want - teach me how to be the perfect boy for you. I'm a fast learner. How can I prove it to you?
no subject
[ he shifts his weight just a little, letting his thighs spread just a few inches further so that the hard press of his slowly thickening dick can be seen against the fabric, waiting for attention.
otherwise, he preens a little at being told he's sitting so well and there's a little huff. ]
You've always had my full attention, sir. I'd like -
[ ... cassiopeia. there's a pause that he covers a fraction of a second later with some movement, letting his hands press up to his sweater vest and give it a little tug.
it can't be. he suspected, of course, with the user name and the history, but there's no telling. he wishes he could see a camera to the other side suddenly, could peer into the room hawkins fuller is sitting and see if he wants him now just as much as he did tucked away in that car.
he does, doesn't he? want him? or will it always be behind these screens with stolen and fleeting kisses from afar?
either way, even that would be enough, wouldn't it? ]
I didn't know you liked astronomy sir. Greek myths. God, you're the one distracting me now.
[ and there's a little coy laugh, light and a little baffled, but he bows his head enough so that the camera can see his jaw, the lobe of his ear - and how flushed they've become. ]
I'm listening, professor. For your instructions. I'll be good, I promise. Teach me what you want - teach me how to be the perfect boy for you. I'm a fast learner. How can I prove it to you?