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Sebastian sighed as the warning bell rang.
He frowned as he eyed the students in his class, one student in particular was missing.
And the thought had his stomach in knots.
Get a grip. One day without him isn’t going to be the end of the world.
Ever since he’d gotten the job and filled the vacant position as the only English teacher in the abysmally small school, he could have sworn the little slut had been slowly trying to seduce him with each passing day.
Was he a sick fuck for even thinking that way about his much younger student?
Yes.
Yes he was.
Did he care?
Not when it seemed to concern the small blue haired boy it didn’t.
He didn’t care if he ended up in hell for the thoughts that crossed his mind in regards to Ciel. He’d accept whatever punishment came his way when it did.
And as if on cue, the door to his classroom opened and the boy shuffled in shyly.
”Sorry, Mr. Michaelis. My dad was running late this morning.” He said, turning to bat his lashes at him as Ciel held up his late slip for him to sign. A smirk on his face that righted itself into a more neutral expression as Ciel turned away.
Sebastian grit his teeth.
Brat.
I know what you’re doing Ciel…
He cleared his throat, and announced the beginning of the pop quiz.
The students groaned, but he paid them no mind as he passed out the papers, settling back into his desk at the front of the room as silence overtook the class.
His eyes drifted towards Ciel’s seat in the back of the class, and he watched the boy’s brows furrow as he concentrated on his test. And he smiled to himself, the boy looked absolutely fuckable in that practically sheer tshirt he was wearing.
And on cue, Ciel’s eyes lifted up to his; their gazes locking for a brief moment before Ciel smirked and began palming himself under his desk discreetly.
The pen in his hand almost snapped.
The little shit was indeed taunting him.
He knew it.
Ever since that first day Ciel had been growing more and more bold with him. Lingering glances thrown his way, and the boy was always trying to touch or make physical contact with him. Prolonging their interactions.
Not that he’d complain.
And now this…
He crossed his legs, a foolish attempt at concealing his growing hardness underneath his desk. He’d never been more thankful for a desk before.
And he watched as Ciel’s eyes grew hazy, as the boy shuddered his release inside his pants with a barely perceived shiver.
And his hand unconsciously stroked himself down below. Shuddering at the feeling, imagining fucking his pert little ass.
The bell ringing once more made both of them jump, and Ciel quickly looked down at his paperwork once more. The rest of the class jumped up out of their seats as they turned in their papers, rushing out the door.
He didn’t dare get up, and neither did the boy.
He cleared his throat to speak above the chatter.
“Mr. Phantomhive. I need a word with you after class.”
He saw Alois Trancy snicker at Ciel, turning to give the boy a glance before walking up to turn in his own paper before leaving for his next class.
“Of course, Mr. Michaelis.” Ciel said, a knowing smirk on his face.
And once the last student left, Sebastian finally got up, ignoring his straining erection and locking the door instead.
He then walked over to the front of his desk, and leaned against it with his arms bracing himself as he sat on the edge and stared down the boy.
Even from where he was, he could see the arousal in the boy’s eyes.
The look of need.
The look of desire.
For him.
“You were very ill behaved, Mr. Phantomhive…I ought to give you detention…” He said, smirking as the boy rose from his desk and approached.
“I’m sorry you feel offended, Mr. Michaelis…Surely there's a way to make up for it without detention…it’ll ruin my record…surely you understand.” Ciel said, batting his lashes as he sank to his knees in front of Sebastian.
The boy moved to free him from his slacks.
And any doubt, any hint of if this was right or wrong left his mind the second the boy’s mouth latched onto him.
He let out a guttural moan as the boy took him all the way down his throat.
Fuck! The kid gave a blowjob that could rival that of Sasha Grey!
Ciel moaned, and palmed himself as he used his other hand to stroke him in time with his mouth.
Sebastian couldn’t last long, not after having the pair of lips wrapped around him that he’d dreamed of. He grabbed the boy’s hair roughly, thrusting in and out of his wonderful mouth with reckless abandon.
It was over far too long for his liking, the boy was too skilled, too good.
“Ciel…I’m going to–” He started, and the boy only gave one final suck as he looked up at him through his lashes and he spilled down his throat with a low groan.
He breathed heavily as he watched as Ciel cleaned him up with his tongue, lapping at whatever leftover dribbed out of the tip, and tucked him back into his pants with a laugh.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that.” He said, smirking up at him.
When Sebastian finally gathered himself, he smiled.
He reached over his desk into a drawer, and wrote the boy’s name in the blank space, scrawling out a note and signing it.
He bent low and brought the boy’s lips to his in a kiss.
Ciel shivered, moaning into his mouth, and his cock twitched useless in his slacks.
He pulled away reluctantly as the bell rang, giving him one last peck on the lips.
“If I’m correct, you have a free hour for second period, correct?”
Ciel nodded.
He smirked.
“You know…I’ve been looking for a TA for my second period and I’d love it if you were to be the one to fill that vacancy Mr. Phantomhive.” He said, watching with a smirk as the boy blushed, and nodded, before bounding away.
He watched as Ciel left his classroom, sat down at his desk, and he knew then. That he needed Ciel in his veins. That their little tryst wasn’t enough. He needed to be buried inside the boy.
And for the first time since moving back to this dreary town, he looked forward to work tomorrow.