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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kim_Minseok_|_Xiumin/Oh_Sehun
  Character:
      Oh_Sehun, Kim_Minseok_|_Xiumin, Byun_Baekhyun, Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen, Park
      Chanyeol, Wu_Yi_Fan_|_Kris
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-02 Words: 5120
****** You push it hard (I pull away) ******
by xmseok
Summary
     He doesn’t have to open the folded piece of paper to know who his
     tutor might be. There’s only one English teacher for his grade: Kim
     Minseok.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Sweat beads at the base of his nape and on his forehead as he fights off the
groan that threatens to slip out his mouth. It’s too fucking hot, and the
opened windows aren’t helping at all. Instead of letting the air in, it just
lets the sunlight stream towards his chair, lightly burning the left side of
his face. He’s sure it’s bright red now, and it stings a bit.
 
When the weather report said ‘it will be a hot day’, they weren’t lying. In
fact, it’s like they downplayed the report to make it seem pleasant enough to
be aired. ‘It’s hot just like the first day of summer, so get your hats on,
ladies because it’s going to be burning’ had been their exact words. Burning is
right. It’s not like they can say ‘it will be hot, so hot that it’s going to
scorch the top layer of your skin, so make sure to wear eight layers of
sunscreen. ‘
 
Oh Sehun understands. He really does, but the way the sun hits his left arm
makes his blood boil (he’s pretty sure it’s already boiling because of the
fucking sun) and it’s not making his condition any better. He’s uncomfortable,
but who isn’t? Almost every one inside his class is squirming due to the heat,
shirts sticking to their backs as sweat stains the white cotton. Even his
thighs are sweating, and the school’s useless pond looks enticing enough to
swim in.
 
He’s been distracted for more than half of the period, wincing every few
minutes when the sun gets too hot. He turns around to let his back take most of
the heat, letting his skin take a breather before discreetly moving away from
the window, shuffling away inch by inch as quietly as he can.
 
It works, until his teacher shoots him a frown, most probably because of the
loud screech that comes from his chair when it scrapes against the floor.
 
He did try to be quiet, though. It’s just that Mr. Wu's ears are sensitive and
he could easily pick up the sound of anyone breathing within a five-meter
radius. Sehun has a hard time between choosing to laugh (because of his
eyebrows) or cower in fear (because of his eyebrows). He chooses the latter,
watching Mr. Wu walk towards him in long strides, eyebrows drawn together in a
frown.
 
And it seems like it’s Sehun’s lucky day.
 
There’s a thin stack of paper propped on Mr. Wu’s arm, and Sehun’s willing to
bet a week’s worth of allowance that it’s their exam results. He takes a look a
nervous glance at his teacher, ducking his head right after because he doesn’t
need to stare at Mr. Wu for more than a second to know he’s glaring at him.
It’s more uncomfortable than scary because he looks like a puffer fish with
really thick eyebrows, but a glare’s a glare and Sehun feels guilty for failing
the test.
 
He expects his paper to be slapped in front of him, humiliating him further, so
he freezes in shock when a large hand gently slides his result over his closed
book, facing down. There’s a quiet sigh above him and he sinks further into his
seat, hunching forward because Mr. Wu’s a great teacher. It’s just that Sehun’s
having a hard time understanding integrals, leaving him unprepared during
exams.
 
“Meet me after class, Mr. Oh.” Mr. Wu whispers softly as if he didn’t want
anyone else to hear, before walking away handing out the remaining results.
 
He failed.
 
He already knows because he confidently answered 37 questions (he counted) and
the other 63 answers were all ‘random’ guesses. By random, he means creating
weird patterns as he fills in the circles, but no one needs to know that. He
prays for at least 20 lucky answers, but it seems like luck isn’t on his side
as he slowly turns the paper over, resigning himself to his below-average
grade.
 
There it is, glaring at him in red marker. It’s small, and the ‘please, do
better on the next exam’ is bigger in comparison, but Sehun can clearly see it:
42. Sehun tries to be optimistic, thanking the heavens for the additional 5
points, but he still feels disappointed. He could have done better if he
understood the lesson and he cradles his head in his hands, blinking back a
headache before placing paper in between the pages of his book. He studied, but
memorizing can only get him so far with calculus.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The bell rings and Sehun watches his classmates scramble for their things,
stuffing their books into their bags to head out for lunch. He sighs, placing
his book inside his bag before zipping it. His steps are heavy when he makes
his way towards Mr. Wu, wincing when he notices the slump in his teacher’s
shoulders.
 
“Sehun-“
 
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wu.” He avoids his teacher’s eyes, choosing to stare at his
shoes. It’s more comforting than Mr. Wu’s kicked-puppy look, obviously
disappointed with Sehun’s dismal grades. He hates disappointing people.
 
His teacher sighs, and Sehun grimaces. “I want to see your grades improve Mr.
Oh. As your teacher, I want to see my students do well.”
 
Sehun keeps quiet, scrunching his face as he remembers the red numbers on his
paper, but Mr. Wu continues, tapping his table to catch Sehun’s attention. His
head shoots up to see his teacher smile at him. “So, how do you feel about a
tutor?”
 
Sehun sputters, because why hadn’t he thought of that? It could save his train
wreck of a grade and he furiously nods at his teacher, grateful at the
suggestion. “I’m –it’s fine! As long as it will help my grade, then-” He shrugs
his shoulders, fidgeting with the strap of his bag when it threatens to slip,
feeling a bit jittery with the prospect of passing the subject.
 
Mr. Wu’s smile widens as he tears out a post-it note from his table scribbling
something on the blank sheet. “I already told him that a student of mine might
need his help, so just tell him that it’s you. He owes me a favor.”
 
Sehun gladly accepts the sheet of paper before immediately stuffing it into his
front pocket as Mr. Wu leads him out of the classroom with a smile, “I think
you have him as your English teacher.”
 
He doesn’t have to open the folded piece of paper to know who his tutor might
be. There’s only one English teacher for his grade: Kim Minseok.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Kim Minseok is, in other words, invisible. He’s quiet and polite and hr
arranges his pens in a straight line based on the color before changing it
according to their nib sizes. He’s organized and meek as he nods his way past
anyone who greets him. He can’t even shake off the P.E. teacher that clings to
his arm during lunch time even if said P.E. teacher can’t let him eat a
spoonful in peace.
 
Really, he’s too forgiving, that’s why Sehun’s happy that he’s got Mr. Kim as
his tutor. He’s a great teacher, and he makes sure that all of his students
understand his lessons. He sends an e-mail to Mr. Kim as soon as he’s at home,
feeling much better because he has a chance at redeeming his grade.
 
Besides, Mr. Kim could make the lessons bearable. He could easily pass a girl
with his face, but Sehun’s not going to say that out loud. No one needs to know
he had a teeny, tiny, almost grain-sized crush on Mr. Kim on the first day of
class. It wasn’t even a crush at all. He was just intrigued. Um, he was just
appreciating a prett –a handsome face.
 
Mr. Kim replies a few hours later, informing Sehun that he’s free on Monday for
consultation. He wants to see Sehun’s notes, so that he’ll know where to start
his lessons and Sehun eagerly replies back that his last class is English. He’s
free for tutoring right after.
 
Now, on to the next problem: Chanyeol’s birthday is tomorrow.
 
It’s not Chanyeol that’s the problem, it’s Baekhyun and Jongdae’s plan. Every
year, they drag Sehun and Jongin into one of their ridiculous schemes, trying
to finish the items on their bucket list. This usually happens during
birthdays, and when it comes to Park Chanyeol, Jongin could never say no.
 
He tries to understand, but since he’s not attracted to males, he really
doesn’t, but wherever Jongin goes, Sehun goes. He’s like the unwilling
chaperone to a group of five year olds and a tailing toy poodle.
 
So, when Chanyeol invited Jongin for their ‘Bucket List Bonanza’, Sehun’s
invitation is confirmed, even though it remains unsaid. He doesn’t know what
will happen tomorrow, but he makes sure to be mentally ready because the last
celebration was during Jongdae’s birthday and it involved body shots and a gay
bar.
Needless to say, Sehun now knows that he’s the only one among them who’s
straight. Well, relatively straight.
 
 
 
 
 
 
To: kai
wtf man, kai? are you 12? nvm where are u?
 
From: kai
ignoring because kai sounds cool.
lift. on our way down now.
 
To: kai
nearly there.
do I have to go too?
 
From: kai
yes.
now, get your skinny ass over here. we’re waiting
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
When Sehun climbs out of Chanyeol’s beat-up car, he expects a barrage of red
lights and male dancers galore, not a dimly-lit street with rows of curtained
windows. He’s a bit disoriented and dizzy, blaming the fuzziness on the beer
Baekhyun shoved into their palms inside the car. The seediness of the place
doesn’t even register in his mind, as he tails after Jongin and Chanyeol who
were singing to an off-key rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’.
 
They really shouldn’t be here considering their ages, so it still baffles Sehun
how the idiots in front of him get passes to enter bars and clubs. All of them
could pass as legal adults with the right clothes and hair, but he’s still
surprised why no one bats an eyelash at them. He chases the thought out of his
head, finding it too painful to think too much when he’s got enough alcohol to
play with his brain. Anyway, he’s not complaining. Yet.
 
They enter a small theater right beside a brightly lit sex shop with pink
lights and Sehun blinks back tears, because wow, it burns. If he keeps staring
at it long enough, it might just fry his brain. The red and green lights
flicker every few seconds and Sehun squints. MOONLIGHT, it says and there’s a
small post script underneath it:
 
50 SHOWS DAILY
HOT, FUN ADULT ARCADE
 
He groans because he’s been dragged into another hen night and he’s never going
to get laid if he keeps this up. He’s about to head towards Chanyeol’s car,
deciding to spend his time there, but Jongin’s fingers warp around his wrist,
pulling him through the small doorway. The bouncer remains as stoic as
possible, ignoring them as Jongin tugs him to his side. He still hasn’t let go
until Baekhyun and Jongdae turn to them with devilish smiles.
 
Nope.
 
Sehun berates himself because Jongdae looks up at him with a shit-eating grin
which is more teeth than happiness. It means more pain and Sehun doesn’t want
to find out what would happen if he declines.
 
“Welcome to Chanyeol’s birthday party celebration!” Jongdae cheers as Baekhyun
pumps his hands into the air. Well, at least someone’s excited.
 
Chanyeol lets out a nervous laugh from beside them, raising a hand to thump
Baekhyun on the shoulder for a pat, “Uh, thanks, but what is this place? We
were supposed to check off ‘bake a 7-tier cake.”
 
There isn’t anything at all, just an empty lobby with several closed doors
littering the hallway. No one’s around and the only source of light comes from
the small lamps in between the doors. They’re not just doors, they look like
rooms, but from the glint in Baekhyun’s eyes, Sehun knows it’s probably not
that simple.
 
“This is an adult arcade.” Sehun watches Baekhyun bounce on his feet, wincing
at his enthusiasm, sobering up a bit. “We pick a room, and we enjoy.”
 
Sehun wonders what dictionary Baekhyun uses and what he means by ‘enjoy’,
immediately backing away when he sees his eyes snap towards him. This is not
good, Sehun thinks because now, it’s not only Baekhyun, but there’s also
Jongdae eyeing him as if he’s food. He vows never to join if he ever survives
the night, deciding to spend him time with tame friends who spend their time
studying, not frolicking around town for seedy clubs.
 
“And we’re starting with you.” Hands grab at his elbows, and Sehun thrashes
around, trying to pry off their fingers to no success. Their grip is strong,
and Sehun’s going to kill all of them when he’s free. Too bad they start
pulling him into the nearest vacant booth. Jongin just trails behind them with
Chanyeol in tow, but Sehun still shoots them a glare because they’re not even
helping him.
 
“What the fuck?” He tries to calm down, wringing his arms in pain. He really
doesn’t know what to expect when they throw him on the couch with surprising
strength. He thought the room would be more obscene, but the room is simple
enough, painted black with a monitor attached to a wall and a stack of DVDs
beside it. There’s a bunch of dimmed lights overhead and a small sofa in the
middle of the room.
 
“Since you’re the only one who’s not part of a couple, we’ve decided to let you
have this room.” Sehun raises an eyebrow at Jongdae’s happy tone, still angry.
He runs his hand through his hair, scratching at his nape in annoyance.
 
“What’s special about this room anyway?” Sehun shivers when Baekhyun’s smile
widens a tad bit, turning bright when more teeth get exposed.
 
Sehun wishes he hadn’t asked because there seems to be a silent agreement
between Jongdae and Baekhyun as they look at each other with glinting eyes and
wide grins. They nod before pushing Jongin and Chanyeol out the door, hovering
outside the doorframe. “Glory hole.”
The door shuts in their wake, and Sehun sighs, wondering why he’s got dicks for
friends. He tries to make himself comfortable, shifting on the couch, but it’s
not much better, and he decides to reach forwards for the stack of DVDs. He
might as well wait for time to pass.
 
But things don’t seem to go as planned and a beep alerts him. There’s a small
button on the wall, and Sehun turns towards it, curious why it suddenly lit up.
It wasn’t on before, but now, it’s a bright red with the words: occupied. It
must be his room, Sehun thinks, but the thought goes down the drain when he
realizes that there’s a hole right under the button and he remembers what this
room is for.
 
It really shouldn’t excite him because he’s a reluctant visitor, but it doesn’t
stop the surge of heat that goes down his spine. Something about anonymous sex
turns him on, and he wonders if the other room is occupied. If it is, is it a
man or a woman?
 
Sehun knows he’s straight. He’s dreamt about boobs and soft curves more than he
could count and cocks aren’t really his cup of tea. He’s never really thought
of it anyway because he never found any reason to deny his sexuality. He’s
straight because the only people he had ever been attracted to were girls, not
boys.
 
Now with this glory hole in front of him, he wonders if he should just let
everything flow or if he should ignore it and just walk away. He knows he can
leave and never look back, but he can’t find it in himself to walk away,
entranced and intrigued by the fist-sized hole. He reasons with himself that
it’s much better if it’s anonymous, that he’ll never know who’s on the other
side.
 
Fuck it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s enough for him. Too much thinking plays with his brain, and he decides to
make it shut up, taking that split second to move closer towards the hole. It’s
dark on the other side, but it spurs him on, and he unabashedly palms his cock
through his denim jeans, already half-hard with anticipation.
 
The cloth is rough against his dick, but the friction feels good. It’s just
what he needs, and Sehun just lets the heat travel down towards his shaft,
feeling the blood pool at the pit of his belly. He moans, low and deep, feeling
it rumble through his chest when he unzips the zipper, enjoying the delicious
drag of metal against his clothed cock.
 
It’s cold, but his body is warm, and he lifts to lean on the wall as he fishes
his cock from the confines of his boxers. His breath hitches when the cold
seeps into his skin, entranced by the way his cock bobs. He’s so fucking hard,
and the first touch of his hand makes him whimper from the sheer warmth of his
palm. He drags a hand over the head, letting out a quiet, “fuck” when his
calloused fingers roughly tug at the sensitive head.
 
It’s now or never and he holds his cock by the base, pushing it through the
hole, hoping someone’s there on the other side.
 
He’s not disappointed and he almost comes at the tentative lick over his head
as a puff of warmth breath fans over the rest of his shaft. It’s kittenish as
the mouth digs into the large vein under Sehun’s cock, circling his length as
the person on the other side sucks on the base, working their hand over the
shaft.
 
Sehun feels like he’s in heaven, because this is the farthest he’s gone with
anyone, but everything stops when the person decides to take the head into
their mouth. Sehun bites down into his bottom lip, moving his hand towards his
nipple, pinching harshly as he lets out a long drawn out moan.
 
So good, he thinks. It’s all he thinks about, as the wet mouth cocoons his
aching cock. It’s not a blast, nor a barrage of fireworks, but it’s a faint
sizzle that keeps on burning, growing larger. The licks are languid, as the
person takes their time tasting, feeling each fold on Sehun’s shaft.
 
He cants his hips forwards, moving his other hand towards the base of his cock,
guiding his leaking shaft into the welcoming mouth on the other side. He slumps
over, forehead meeting the cold wall. It’s not a small sizzle, no. He feels it
frying him open as the lips burn into his skin, and if his body were any
warner, then Sehun thinks he’d be burnt from the exposure.
 
“Fuck, god.” Sweat gathers over his eyebrows, trying to plaster his hair on his
face and the mouth just keeps on working, taking him deeper and deeper until he
feels lips touching his fingers on the base of his shaft.
 
The person on the other side swallows, and Sehun feels his legs tremble,
because the encasing heat feels so good. It’s like a furnace, and they swallow
again, squeezing the head of Sehun’s cock before the person retreats to mouth
over the tip, tongue digging into the slit, lapping up Sehun’s pre-come.
 
His pleasure’s just an inch away and he feels like he could touch it, surging
forward as heat envelopes his whole body. It’s there. Just a tiny push, but
then tiny hands pry his fingers away from the base of his shaft, replacing them
with a tight grip. A small metal snowflake around one of the person’s fingers
catches the light in the dim room and Sehun reaches out to trace the cold
surface. He feels his balls draw up and he holds back a cry of frustration when
the person starts licking again, purposely teasing.
 
“Fuck, please.” Sehun lets out a broken sob because the edge is just right
there. It’s nearing his fingertips, but the mouth just retreats, blowing hot
air over the head. Pleasure zaps through his spine, and he feels the undying
need to come. The fingers just tighten around the base, and Sehun painfully
pinches his nipples, hoping for release.
 
It doesn’t come, but the person on the other side starts bobbing their head
over the tip, swirling their tongue right under Sehun’s cock, sucking him into
their mouth with every down stroke. A groan slips through Sehun’s parted mouth,
and he can’t stop the way his hip thrust forwards into the burning heat.
 
He’s on the edge. He’s so fucking close and the person on the other side knows
it too, and they begin furiously sucking him for all his worth, fisting his
cock until he comes with a choked moan. His hips fuck into the tight ring of
the other’s hand and he feels a rough tongue drag over the sensitive head,
trying to get at the last remaining drop of come.
 
The aftershock isn’t much better because it leaves Sehun in a state of
speechlessness, cock hanging out as pleasure rocks over his body in steady
waves. He hasn’t come that much in his whole life, and it’s still zapping him
minutes after, hips stuttering over thin air because of a slight breeze. Fuck,
he thinks, he’s pretty sure no one can top that.
 
He tucks himself in when his legs and arms no longer feel like jelly, shakily
noticing that the red light has turned to green. The other person’s gone, and
Sehun’s breath stutter in his throat, feeling the orgasm thrum through his body
in a hazy wave. His hand trembles when he texts the others, wondering if
they’re done. Their reply is immediate.
 
From: kai
we’ve been calling you, man. we’re inside yeollie’s car.
 
Sehun doesn’t look back, leaving in haste as he leaves his payment on the box
near the monitor. He’s not sure what he makes out of his sexuality right now,
but in his defense, it probably wasn’t a man. From the small lips, to the
delicate fingers, he’s quite sure that it was a girl, and he leaves with a
light heart, still reeling back from the greatest blowjob he’ll ever get.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It’s his last class of the day, and he watches Mr. Kim repeat his lesson on
verbs because more than half of the class complained that they couldn’t grasp
the lesson. So, here he is, listening to Mr. Kim repeat his explanation for the
umpteenth time, furiously scribbling away on the board. The bell rings, and
Sehun stays in his seat, watching his classmates head to the door, wincing at
the loud the screech of chair against floor.
 
He’s prepared, and he takes out his notes, waiting until there’s no one else
left inside the classroom, save for him and Mr. Kim. Sehun takes his time,
looking out the window as he taps the end of his pencil on the surface of his
desk. It’s still hot, but it’s better compared to last week. A part of his hand
got sunburned, and it stung.
 
“Hi, Sehun.” A soft voice flitters over to him, and he jumps when he sees Mr.
Kim take a seat in front of him, dragging the chair from the nearest desk. He
smiles, and Sehun thinks he looks like a hamster with his two front teeth and
cheeks. “Have you got your notes?”
 
He opens out a palm in from of him, and Sehun gives him his notebook, nervously
hoping his notes are legible enough. He guesses it’s fine when Mr. Kim nods at
every page, flipping through most of the lessons Sehun highlighted.
 
It’s not Mr. Kim’s frown that catches his attention. It’s the way his ring
glints in the afternoon light, shining sliver on his pale skin. Sehun almost
chokes, eyes widening at the possibility, but he tells himself, no. No, it
can’t be. The quiet Mr. Kim gave him the best (only) blowjob in his life?
 
No.
 
And then his concentration’s gone. Really, who can blame him when he’s trying
to imagine Mr. Kim’s delicate fingers and bow-shaped lips? It’s only now that
Sehun sees his teacher’s small, but thin fingers as he gently turns the page
and the soft slope of his lips as he licks them in concentration.
 
He thinks the sun just fried everything that’s left of his brain, leaving
useless cotton because he shouldn’t think about his teacher. It’s not like he’s
never noticed that his teacher’s attractive, it’s just that he’d never thought
his best (only) sexually gratifying experience would be with a man.
 
Boobs were his thing. They were bouncing balls for boners, but now he might be
up for some dick-on-dick action. So, he might be bi, but he’s not sure.
 
“Let’s start?” Sehun snaps his head forward belatedly realizing that Mr. Kim
had been waiting for him the whole time. He hates himself most of the time
because his face says a lot when he thinks, and he knows he was probably
scrunching his face as he thought.
 
But Mr. Kim, bless his heart, is patient as he softly smiles at Sehun, watching
him with wide eyes as a huge range of emotions pass by the usually passive
face. He waits, and when he realizes that he’s nearing the end of his train of
thought, Mr. Kim decides to push the notebook towards Sehun.
 
Sehun should nod, because his grade depends on this tutoring session, but he’s
got more pressing problems (he tries to shift in his seat because his pants are
a bit too tight) and it might involve one Mr. Kim and a dark room. He clears
his throat, ignoring his teacher’s questioning look. If he gets the wrong
reaction, he’ll just play it off as something else. It’s easy enough.
 
“Moonlight.” Thankfully his voice doesn’t shake, because it’s an innocent word.
It’s poetic, and he can just play it off as a new word he’d learned to his
English teacher, never mind the fact that he’s supposed to be studying calculus
right now.
 
It’s terribly quiet, but the way Mr. Kim looks at him, eyebrow raised, makes
his stomach jump. Sehun clears his throat again, intent on pushing this as far
as he can. “Last Saturday night, I saw this word.”
 
If Mr. Kim’s eyebrow was high enough, it’s now reaching impossibly new heights,
accompanied by the other one, eyes wide in a mixture of alarm and surprise.
Sehun can stop now, but he’s not Oh Sehun if he doesn’t dig a deeper grave.
 
His eye flit towards Mr. Kim’s finger, eyes trained on the metal snowflake. He
expects Mr. Kim to be confused, not the bright flush on his teacher’s cheeks
when realization sets in.
 
Sehun’s heart thumps somewhere along his chest and stomach, but he can feel it
pulsing on his nether regions, because, wow, that’s a pretty flush (for a man,
he thinks). He swallows, immediately choking on his spit when he sees a small
smile on Mr. Kim’s face, putting two and two together.
 
Nope, it’s not a small smile, it’s a salacious grin, and Sehun feels his soul
leave his body. Mr. Kim’s eyes sparkle, notebook and lesson forgotten, as he
leans towards Sehun, bracing his arms on the desk. Sehun just keeps choking on
air because he never really planned anything after finding out if it really is
Mr. Kim or not. He was expecting a clueless Mr. Kim and Sehun would rot away
with his (unrequited) first male crush.
 
But here he is, flushing from Mr. Kim’s gaze, as the other’s smile turns soft.
“Mr. Oh, were you somewhere you weren’t supposed to be?” Forget soft because
his grin turns suggestive, and Sehun knows it promises nothing good.
 
His breath stutters with just one look from Mr. Kim, and he’s stuck between
saying the truth and lying through his teeth. It comes out as a garbled mess,
“Y –no?”
 
Sehun mentally groans when Mr. Kim hums, eyes twinkling in amusement because
this is something he had never expected. The finger on his crotch isn’t what he
expected, and Mr. Kim just smiles at him innocently, lightly tracing the metal
of his zipper. Shame? What shame? Sehun thinks he forgot the meaning, so he
just dismisses it as he curls his fingers into the edge of the desk, holding on
for dear life.
 
It’s a mistake when he takes the chance to stare up at his teacher. Mr. Kim
licks his lips, grinning from ear to ear and Sehun doesn’t hear the clinking of
metal when he only registers the words on Mr. Kim’s lips, “You shouldn’t lie,
Mr. Oh. I think that deserves a punishment.”
 
 
 
 
 
Epilogue (30 minutes later)
 
 
 
“Oh, please, please.” Sehun begs, feeling the heat coil at the pit of his belly
with every thrust. Minseok rams into him, hips stuttering as the body below him
writhes in pleasure.
 
It’s just right there – the itch. It’s almost there and Sehun can feel it
building, growing as the heat becomes stronger and Minseok’s hips snap harder.
Then he hits it, and everything just turns into a haze of white as the pooling
in the pit of Sehun’s belly grows, “There! Oh god, there!”
 
“Fuck, Sehun! You feel so good.” Minseok takes Sehun’s hips as he pants,
breaths mixing as they both feel it –the fire becoming too strong as he tilts
his hips, and his cock grazes Minseok's stomach. The teacher’s table digs into
Sehun’s back he’s too gone to care.
 
Minseok works his cock deeper, bringing Sehun’s ankle over his shoulder to
pound deeper, harder, with Sehun’s body sucking him in, clutching him, as if it
doesn’t want to let go. Sehun’s breath stutters, as Minseok strokes his cock
with stable strokes, as Sehun spills over his chest, cock twitching in
sensitivity.
 
Minseok comes a beat later, streaking white into the latex as he grasps for
Sehun’s hips, working the younger through his orgasm. He kisses Sehun, no
tongue, just a messy press of spit-slicked lips as Sehun lets his leg drop from
Minseok’s shoulder, feeling the muscles snap back into place painfully.
 
There’s a smug grin on Minseok’s before he places a soft kiss on Sehun’s
kneecap, turning into Mr. Kim again. “I guess I’ll be seeing more of you, Mr.
Oh.”
 
Sehun doesn’t feel his stomach jump towards his heart. It doesn’t, he tries to
tell himself.
 
 
(He’s lying, because when arrives home, he makes sure to study hard for the
next session for more free time with Mr. Kim.)
End Notes
     EPM FIll and I wrote this as soon as I saw your prompt so I’m really
     sorry for the mistakes. I was high on caffeine at 2am this morning
     and this is the result. It was supposed to be 1k+, but xiuhun got the
     better of me. I hope you enjoy reading!
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