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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Tales_of_Xillia
  Relationship:
      Alvin/Jude_Mathis
  Character:
      Alvin_(Tales_of_Xillia), Jude_Mathis
  Additional Tags:
      Light_Bondage, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Teacher-Student_Relationship,
      Praise_Kink, Uniform_Kink, Voice_Kink, Power_Play, Age_Difference,
      Corruption, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-04 Words: 3606
****** Lessons in Vulgarity ******
by sryr
Summary
     Mr. Svent was Jude Mathis' favorite teacher for a myriad of reasons,
     and rumors or no, he wanted anything and everything the man had to
     offer.
Notes
     The entire premise of this was I wanted to write a trashy teacher/
     student AU and a new friend of mine provided me with ideas so the
     idea of Alvin being a shady spyrix merchant pretending to be a
     teacher does not belong to me in the slightest also is... only really
     a background detail to this fic! Happy early birthday Echo, I hope
     you enjoyed this and thanks for letting me post it!
     EDIT: I fixed some obvious typos and aLSO WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I
     WAS REALLY REPETITIVE WITH HOW I REFERRED TO JUDE. My internet cut
     out trying to edit this and i had to redo all my edits i cry.
See the end of the work for more notes
“There’s a rumor you see…”
                                  “that Jude Mathis has a thing for older men."
      “There’s another rumor that he’s dating one right now. A teacher.”
“But don’t tell anyone I told you, okay?”
            “It’s just a rumor anyway. As if a teacher would be stupid enough."
“Besides didn’t he have a crush on some girl named Maxwell?”
                                                   “Isn’t she graduating soon?"
“Guess he has a thing for older women too, haha!”
                                       -
There were a number of things wrong with their current situation. Namely, the
biggest issue Jude found had to be for as anxious as he normally felt, the
whole thing left him more in a state of terrible longing rather than the fear
he probably should feel.
His actions weren’t done for any particular gain. The jeers of being called a
teacher’s pet never really bothered Jude simply because the truth was he
enjoyed Mr. Svent’s company. He didn’t need to go such lengths for a grade. Mr.
Svent knew that and though it all started as a means to feed the student’s
obsession for knowledge, it steadily spiraled out into needing more. His
insatiable curiosity grew beyond the information his teacher provided. He found
himself wanting to know more about the man in question too.
The late hours they spent talking after class drew to more personal questions.
There were things he could share with his teacher that rarely he could express
elsewhere. He listened to his problems, offered him space and an excuse to
avoid returning to an absent house full of impossible standards he couldn’t
meet. In return, Alvin told him of technology that wasn’t supposed to exist and
a world that sounded unreal. It was enough to be comfortable. It was enough to
try and subsist the other sorts of feelings that came with being comfortable in
someone’s presence.
It evolved though. That ease and comfort warped and morphed itself to the point
where on some level they both knew it wasn’t right, let alone appropriate. He
couldn’t express how thankful he was for everything Mr. Svent did for him, but
he found himself staying after later and later. Little things the other did
only fed his longing; the way his teacher would call his hairpins cute, the way
he’d leave lingering touches and gazes. It was only a matter of time until they
ended up like this. Again and again, in private classrooms, at Mr.Svent’s home
when offered, Jude would let himself be opened up in ways he didn’t think
possible.
Their relationship wasn’t normal. It didn’t have a name. It didn’t even have a
basis or likely even a future. It was just comfortable. Convenient. Jude wanted
as much of his teacher as he was willing to give and in turn would give
anything and everything he could for the illusion of safety and love.
“I think we’re a little past formalities kid, but if that’s what you’re into
feel free to keep addressing me like that.”
The conversation wasn’t the first, but unlike the others prior, they were all
missing the suggestive tone and content this one had. Jude had been given
permission to call him Alvin weeks ago, but it felt strange even with the close
nature they had now. Calling him that while he made a mess of Jude on his desk
was beyond just strange and leaned closer to mortifying.
“Do you want me to call you Alvin?”
“Oh, is it that you’re into?”
Feeling particularly bold and a bit impatient at the man’s antics, Jude
silenced him by tugging his tie down for a kiss. Not the least bit annoyed with
this development, the teacher wasted no time in taking control. Between
breaths, he couldn’t help chuckling, the noise reverberating in their kiss. He
already knew Jude liked being told what to do, what to think; he could tell him
to do anything embarrassing in this situation and he would. The sort of control
made Alvin hot in a terrible sense and he’d feel worse about it if he didn’t
know it turned Jude on just as much.
“D-Did you lock the door?” Jude panted as Alvin moved lower, his laughter low
in his throat as he devoured Jude.
“Of course,” he answered with a nonchalance that only worsened the the
kid's anxiety.
“Mr.S—Alvin, I’m serious,” his last word stuttered and broke slightly off into
a whine as Alvin answered him with a bite. He always felt so conflicted because
on one hand, Jude looked so precious in a uniform, but on the other hand with
moments like now, there were too many layers and his patience always dealt with
it poorly.
Unwrapping his student was never boring though. Each time was only a new face,
a new sound, a new place he found to drive the other maddeningly close. He
moved his hands down to grip the Jude's thighs and hips lifting him to sit more
properly on the desk rather than just semi leaning against it.
“Do you really think anyone will stop by? I even put a sign on the door that
I’m not here and everything,” he knew the thought of being walked in on was
horrifying for more than just the embarrassment it would bring. To save his own
skin, he was actually rather careful where and when he chose to indulge in this
scandal, but beyond this role being a ruse Jude didn’t know of, he also may
have felt the tiniest bit guilty at the thought of it all blowing up in the
kid’s face if they were found out. He wasn’t exactly ready for whatever they
had right now to end.
“Do you remember what happened last time,” Jude narrowed his eyes, but behind
the glasses and their proximity and position, it came off more adorable than
anything. Not that the boy really struck him as anything but; he’d given him
plenty of information that could destroy him if he knew how to use it properly.
If he wanted to, he could turn him in for what they were doing right now. He
wouldn’t though. The false idea of control was just one he was always mindful
of around Jude. Dominating him like this was purely for their enjoyment, but at
the end of the day, the student held all the cards and that honestly terrified
Alvin.
“If you had listened to me to be quieter, it wouldn’t have been a problem.”
“You told me to be loud.”
“Did I?”
A grin spread on his face as he undoes Jude’s tie, twisting the soft fabric
around his fingers as he brings it up and by the other’s mouth. A retort is
resting on Jude’s tongue that falters upon piecing together what his teacher
was silently inquiring.
“Think this’ll be quiet enough for you?” He asked the same confliction from
earlier popping up at imagining the sight he would likely behold in a few
moments. Jude never denied him after all, especially if he was all but telling
him his options. Hearing him was so much better because the hitches and
moans—all because of him—were beautiful to listen to, but seeing Jude tied up
and bound seemed appealing in its own way. He should be more concerned at that
thought considering the urge to see Jude any way he could manage was growing as
the days went on, but it was placed into an easy to ignore part of his mind.
Instead, he watched Jude gingerly remove his glasses to place them on the desk
before rolling his eyes. It only prompted him into tying the fabric faster. He
made a knot, not particularly caring if he ruined the kid’s tie figuring he was
more than happy with replacing it if he got to do what he wanted, placing it by
Jude’s mouth before commanding him to bite. Jude acquiesced to the order,
eyelids dropping just slightly as he got into it despite the slight aggravation
he expressed earlier.
“That hurt?” Alvin murmured as he wanted it tight so as to block the boy’s
mouth, but not so tight he was uncomfortable or couldn’t breathe. He shook his
head and Alvin merely continued with his descent, undoing more buttons and
straps thankful his style of dress allowed easy removal. It was simple enough
to sling the clothes on the chair behind him before turning back to Jude.
“You’re doing so well,” he spoke keeping his voice soft as he pushed Jude to
lay splayed on the desk kissing at his now exposed chest. They hadn’t
experimented with this sort of thing, but he knew Jude got worked up easily on
compliments and on the off chance he was nervous at not being able to speak, he
figured it would put him at ease. The muffled moan he received certainly seemed
to suggest so.
Alvin traced his fingers along Jude’s skin, torn between wanting to kiss it
more, touch it or simply stare at how gorgeous he was.
“You have no right looking this pretty,” he mused running his fingers up to the
other’s neck, past the hickeys he left, to rub along his cheek. Jude looked up
at him dazed, but nuzzled into his palm. The teacher wanted to tell him how
precious he was, but all that leaves his mouth is more vulgarities.
“Shame I can’t put my fingers in your mouth like this… you always seem so
hungry for them,” he chuckled lewdly before moving away long enough to open the
bottom right drawer of his desk and extract the bottle of lubricant and condoms
he hid behind a series of manila folders, “I can do something else with them
though, right?” Jude had called him a pervert for leaving it there, and he
could see in his expression now he was thinking the same thing.
He tried to be quick in removing the rest of the layers between them never
needing to shrug off his pants or undergarments all the way in places like
this. Admittedly, he preferred bringing Jude home for this reason as he could
not only take his time, but also remove what he wanted entirely. This position
required more to be taken off than usual on Jude, as he really didn’t want to
flip him onto his stomach, but still the urgency to finish before someone
actually did need him for something was present. Given the time, it was
unlikely there would be anyone or at the very most a student, but in some ways
being found out by faculty was probably worse.
Moments like this with Jude always left him eager and rushing, but in equal
measures, he hated it because he wanted to go slow. He wanted to feel pleasure,
but he wanted to watch the boy fall apart. He wanted to taste and claim every
inch of his skin in an unhurried fashion, but he also wanted to be rough and
harsh.
Jude never seemed to care what he did. He knew the other could say no. Even
with his mouth gagged like this, he’d be able to read the slightest hesitation
and stop in an instant. It was the fact he could continue if he wanted that
excited him. The fact that he could talk or bully him into doing most anything
was enough to spur him on.
Alvin, truthfully, didn’t know what Jude preferred. He likely should. A good
lover would, but fast or slow, rough or gentle, the one thing the teacher knew
was Jude reacted to what he thought Alvin wanted. Always the selfless
sacrifice; even in a moment of what should be selfish pleasure, his
actions—even if he did get off—were done more for Alvin’s enjoyment than his
own. He couldn’t even be sure Jude’s claim to enjoy it was always truthful. He
took what he offered and nothing more.
Jude seemed too earnest to lie like that though. Maybe he was just that much of
a masochist even if it was sad to think about on some level.
At times, it bothered him that Jude would let himself be treated like this.
Sometimes it only led to Alvin taking his aggression out on the kid. Others,
like now, it only made him want to treat him like something precious. Something
breakable.
The sensation of Jude squeezing around his fingers, squirming his hips on the
desk to draw Alvin closer was encouraging him to give in and rush.
“Do you want more already?” He asked, gripping Jude’s thigh tighter with his
free hand. Egotism made him briefly wonder if the sight before him was solely
for his benefit, but Jude was too honest for that wasn’t he? His body, his
flushed face and lidded eyes, all of it was just an indication that he wanted
this.
“I asked a question, kid,” He grunted, catching Jude’s eyes, demanding
attention. The noises he made through the tie though muffled made it clear he
was so lost that he forgot there were other methods to communicate.
“What was that? Didn’t quite catch you.”
Impatience grew in Jude’s expression and the mere sight of it given their
current situation made Alvin feel absolutely filthy. To make sweet, patient
Jude this overeager, almost irritated even, at not getting what he wanted was
better than anything else his student could do to him.
“All right, all right, I hear you,” Alvin’s voice dropped to a saccharine
murmur, as he moved his hand down to stroke him while adding a second finger.
It wasn’t long before he was adding a third, Jude’s own wishes to rush
overpowering any restraint he intended to show.
The boy’s volume increased and his teacher’s ministrations only added to it.
Alvin let him know how much he enjoyed it. He didn’t care if his actions
contradicted each other, making Jude loud enough to hear though bound was all
the better because it just meant he was making him stop holding back. The
teacher curled his fingers slightly conflicted in wanting to both push him to
the edge and merely just shower him with pleasure. It was becoming a little
difficult to hold back himself though.
Jude’s whine as he pulls his fingers out entirely is cute and he lets him know.
He never wanted to hurt him—not seriously at least—as there was a difference
between rough treatment and going too fast and neglecting to prepare the other
properly. He slipped the condom on and added more lube hoping even with the
kid's evident impatience, it’ll be enough to keep him from injuring himself.
There was a twitch in Jude’s hips as he started to enter, but he’s back to the
same slow and gentle pace he initially wanted to use. He takes the time to
appreciate his looks once more, looking for any signs of discomfort or silent
signals on how to move.
He loved making Jude like this and he made sure he knew. He let the dams break
as he let Jude know how beautiful he was, how he was his favorite student, how
brilliant and good he was. The boy broke apart in his arms, shuddering and
shaking from pleasure and the tears now streaming down his cheeks. Alvin wanted
to care; on the surface, he even did care. It was why he let him cry and grip
the desk. Let him pull the teacher closer with his legs despite the fact he
should wait to start moving.
There’s something heartbreaking in seeing Jude cry even if a part of it is from
pleasure. It makes the teacher want to wipe his eyes, but it’s something
neither of them have addressed. When it first happened, Alvin had just assumed
he was one of those types who cried as they came and thought nothing of it. The
desperation in how he clung to him and apologized later in a voice he wasn’t
sure whether to describe as embarrassed or ashamed made him rethink the action.
From what he gathered of the kid's life, there were a number of things wrong,
but that he always faced with a forced front and a sense of optimism that
bordered on childish idealism. The fact he was hooking up with a man like him
said enough about the lack of proper attention he probably needed. They were
issues he needed help with, but Alvin would never be the right person to assist
him with it. He couldn’t fill the void in Jude and on some level he was sure
the boy knew this and knew their sort of relationship didn’t help things.
They just met like this because it was comfortable, convenient, oh so painfully
easy. They used each other to pretend they could fill holes that couldn’t be
filled. Something about Jude tricked him into feeling full himself, and until
things broke, it was simple to continue on. To thrust into the smaller
male beneath him, egging him to come and focusing only on these false
intimacies.
“It’s okay Jude,” he encouraged him, adjusting himself so he could stroke him
in time with his movements, “you can come.”
Jude’s stamina was never very high, but when assured so sweetly it only dropped
him off faster. With the overstimulation, his age and lack of experience, it
was only natural he couldn’t last for very long. What probably made it on some
level revolting was how the whole thing managed to make Alvin’s own stamina
disgustingly low. The sight of Jude on his desk, gagged and crying, but taunt
with the force of his climax, which only stained his chest was too much. Even
the way he pitifully tried to meet his teacher’s thrusts to help him come while
likely exhausted himself only fed the heat pooling lower.
He kept groaning out compliments and sweet nothings and it was cruel how he
kept going despite the obvious uncomfortableness too much sensation was giving
to the one underneath him. If he actually told him to stop, he would. He had
tried to before once, pulling away to finish himself off, but Jude had only
insisted he be the one to do it.
It was obscene how much the boy turned him on, and as he came with Jude’s name
spilling from his lips, he has to remind himself to be quiet too. They’re both
panting, and Jude is still shuddering as he gingerly tried to pull out and
away. Jude has another erection budding, but he can tell with one look it’ll
likely fade, as it seemed more painful than enjoyable considering it was a
response to overstimulation. Alvin focused on removing and tying up the used
condom and finding a scrap of paper to ball it up into, really not wanting to
explain why there was a used condom in his trash to any janitor who might see
it.
The action doesn’t take very long and he admittedly is attempting to rush so he
can help Jude in undoing the tie around his mouth and get redressed. When he
was dazed in the afterglow of their actions it always made Alvin feel twisted
inside as that notion of how precious the student was arose, but likewise all
the realizations of what they did and how wrong it was only surfaced with it.
The bite marks and bruises on the kid’s thighs stood out, as did the stray
tears he hadn’t properly wiped away, and it left the teacher uncomfortably
unsure whether he was supposed to apologize or hold him. He often did neither.
“You okay, kid?” He did ask, once the cloth was removed and tried not to
visibly wince at how raspy Jude’s voice sounded.
“Yeah, that… felt really good, Mr. Svent,” Jude answered him still sounding out
of it and worse like his throat was raw. The fact he addressed him by his
official title didn’t help things. At least he was no longer in the habit of
thanking him after; that had been even worse.
“I keep telling you, when we’re alone you can drop that,” he admonished
starting to hand the boy articles of clothing from the chair along with some
napkins to wipe his stomach.
“So it really wasn’t you being perverted then?” Jude retorted a lopsided smile
on his face as he accepted the aformentioned articles, cleaning himself up,
slipping into his cloths and beginning to redo the buttons.
“I’m not that terrible,” He responded trying to fix up his own appearance,
“besides isn’t addressing me so formally like that worse?”
“Maybe,” Jude said, beginning on his pants and underwear having given up on
putting his tie back on, “although, maybe I do like that aspect to it.” His
smile morphed into a slyer one at that and Alvin’s heart ached at how much he
may have ruined this kid. Although, maybe it wasn’t all his fault. He wasn’t
exactly a complete saint the first time they met like this.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get you Mathis,” he shook his head deciding to address
him just as formally in return, “when you’re ready we can get coffee from the
faculty office. I owe you that much at least—that and your voice sounds
terrible.”
“I wonder who’s fault that is?”
“Yours,” the teacher insisted considering it was actually Jude who had started
this time. With the way he had been talking lately too, Alvin should probably
be more concerned on the influence he was having on this part of Jude’s life.
Horrible or not, he really couldn’t say he was too concerned. The truth was, he
even kind of loved it.
End Notes
     Writing all those kink tags was something... I think it is physically
     impossible for me to write something with Jude that doesn't have a
     praise kink. I don't even know if I got all of them. What is the name
     of the kink regarding names/titles I don't even know.
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