Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/906554.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), Red_Robin_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Ra's_al_Ghul/Tim_Drake
  Character:
      Ra's_al_Ghul, Tim_Drake
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Hogwarts, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Orgasm
      Delay/Denial, Consent, Desk_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-31 Words: 1169
****** Extra Tuition ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Extra tuition with Professor al Ghul, (astronomy teacher and head of
     Slytherin house,) a very nice desk, and a flustered Ravenclaw
     prefect. Ra'sTim Hogwarts AU.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Professor al Ghul had a nice desk. Dark, polished wood, curly fretwork. It was
large, heavy, and currently providing a surface for a whimpering, writhing Tim,
as the professor slowly pumped three dark, calloused fingers into his student,
crooking them just so to make Tim catch his breath and curse. His head was
pressed down sideways, the professor’s other hand carding through his hair, and
out of the corner of his eye he could see jumbled papers and a smashed potion
bottle from where his enthusiastic teacher had swept them onto the floor.
“You are incredibly beautiful like this, Timothy.” Ra’s murmured into his ear
as he opened him up, making his toes curl with persistent jabs to his prostate.
“I thought the uniform suited you best, but I believe you’ve changed my mind.”
“W-wonderful,” Tim managed to gasp out, while trying very hard to concentrate
on not coming over his teacher’s very nice desk- especially just from being
fingered. He breathed in deeply and tried to concentrate on something else,
like the bag he’d prepared for “extra astronomy tuition.” It lay with the
papers, carelessly thrust aside with about as much thought as he’d put into
packing it. He’d thrown in his basic telescope, (assuring himself guiltily that
the professor would have equipment for him to use,) some parchment for star
charts, a bottle of ink and a quill… but the real preparation had been going on
for weeks and involved Tim on his own, cock in hand in the empty prefect’s
bathroom, trying desperately not to cry out Ra’s’ name when he came over the
tiles. He was still “the professor”, then. Not Ra’s. And unbelievably, Ra’s was
still talking.
“Of course, green and silver would look much better on you. Maybe I’ll bring a
Slytherin tie for you to wear next time, just that and that alone.”
“Are you-” Tim almost laughed. “Please stop talking. Why are you still wearing
clothes?” It made the situation that much worse, (and that much better,) that
his teacher was still fully clothed while he used his hands to make a naked Tim
writhe.
“Are you offering to undress me?”
“That was the general plan.” Ra’s lifted his hold on Tim’s head, and he stood
up gingerly, trying to ignore how close he was to the edge from Ra’s’ fingers
alone. Without words, he removed the crisp, green shirt and the belt, before
turning his attention to the straining bulge underneath Ra’s’ trousers. He
crouched down and mouthed his cock through his trousers, hot and damp, before
pulling them down. Without underwear, Ra’s’ cock was half-mast and already
rising under Tim’s fingers.
“Someone was ready for this.” “Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared for- ah- my
best student?”
“No,” Tim reminded him. “I’m not your student in here. We had an agreement. I’m
not a child, and you’re not going to bend me over your desk, that’s so cliché.”
He tried to ignore the sharp intake of breath that got him, and the pooling
heat in his own gut. Another time.
Ra’s raised an impeccable eyebrow. “I thought that was exactly what we were
doing?”
Rising, Tim captured his lips in a searing kiss before pushing his teacher
backwards. “No.” Ra’s sat on the desk and Tim straddled him, trying not to lose
focus as his second-best fantasy was playing out in front of his very eyes.
“Ah- Timothy, tell me you’re ready.” Kisses pressed to collarbones, throats,
lips.
“I’m ready.” He’d been ready forages. Knees positioned strongly either side of
Ra’s, Tim sank down slowly, unbearably slowly onto his cock, legs trembling. He
worked on burying Ra’s to the hilt and then paused for a moment with closed
eyes, drinking it in, before Ra’s’ hands found his hips and began to help him
move, slowly, rolling. His hand on Tim’s cock was driving him crazy but before
he could regain that edge a tightness closed around his shaft and his balls,
and he realised absurdly late that it was Ra’s, denying him.
“Wh- what-”
“This is tuition, Timothy,” Ra’s gently reminded him, keeping the the friction
between them with his other hand. “Some history this time. Recite the Heavenly
Waters family of constellations, in any order you choose.”
Oh god. “Please-”
“I’m waiting. I’m in a very favourable position, I could stay here all night.
You feel incredible around me.”
“Oh God. Oh. Okay.” Think, Tim. “Delphinus.” Ra’s increased his pace, ever so
slightly. “Equuleus.” The hand on his cock loosened a little, to stroke his
balls. “Ah, ah, Eridanus. Piscus… Austrinus. Carina.” Four more. Ra’s released
his hand and buried his head in Tim’s neck, licking and sucking on his
collarbone and the white, unmarked skin. "Puppis.” He stroked Tim faster now,
thumbing the tip of his shaft and trailing wet fingers around his balls and the
hot skin around them. “Oh my God. I don’t remember. Just, please-”
“Think, Timothy.”
“Sir-” Ra’s thrust upwards in a way that made Tim arch up and cry out, begging
and pleading in one breath, even more thankful for the silencing charm cast on
the office.
“Sir,please.”
“Four more stars, Timothy. You’re nearly there.”
“I’m so close-”
“You can do it. You’re such a good boy.” Tim’s mind raced to try and match even
speed with the blood rushing to his groin as he rode Ra’s’ cock, hips thrusting
wildly. “Vela,” he finally gasped out, which rewarded him with the return of
Ra’s’ hand to his shaft. He stroked Tim with his whole fist, his pre-come
coating the palm of Ra’s’ hand. “Pyxis.” Sticky, lewd noises filled the air,
everything movement and heat and please, more.
“One more. Just one.”
“Columba,” Tim practically cried, slamming himself down in a last wave of
energy. Ra’s bit his neck and stroked him furiously, still rolling his hips
until they came together, Tim coating Ra’s’ hand and stomach with his release
before slumping down, weary and defeated, feeling filled and indescribable.
“Beautiful, Timothy,” Ra’s whispered in his ear, not bothering to move any
longer. “You were magnificent. Tim fought to catch his breath. He could still
feel Ra’s’ cock in him, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, he liked the closeness.
Fantasties successfully set and matched, he draped himself over the teacher.
Ra’s chuckled and brought him even closer, embracing him. “Truly magnificent.”
“Did I get the stars right?”
“You did indeed. Take five points for Ravenclaw.”
“Only five?”
“Too much hesitation.” Gently, Ra’s pulled away, and left Tim sprawled on the
desk, sticky and panting. “You’ll improve with time.” He knelt down, and Tim
bucked as Ra’s’ tongue lapped over his still-sensitive skin.
“What are you-”
“You can hardly go back to your common room looking likethat.” Tim refrained
from mentioning that Ra’s could clean him up much faster with his wand than
with his tongue. The older man licked and sucked him clean, and as if their
previous excursions hadn’t been enough, Tim clenched his fists and saw stars.
End Notes
     First published on tumblr under galaxiesofappletrees, for the
     malnourished Ra'sTim tag.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!