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“Well that was delightful,” Doflamingo said, setting his silverware onto his plate and placing his napkin on the table, “with the meal finished, would you like to take this conversation to the lounge?”
“Do I have a choice?” Crocodile responded, setting his spoon down with a clack.
“Mmmm not really.”
Rolling his eyes, Crocodile stood up, his chair sliding back as he pushed against the table, prompting his host to spring to his feet which once again impressed his height upon the older man.
“After you,” he gestured tiredly. Doflamingo of course hadn’t waited for the invitation, as he was already breezing past to cross the hallway into the lounge.
Entering into the lusciously decorated room, Crocodiles eyes darted around, noting the continuation of the clear, glass wall and soaring ceilings. Unsurprisingly, Doflamingo was already at the bar at the far side of the room, pouring amber liquor into two crystal tumblers.
“I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re an enjoyer of whiskey,” he smiled, plucking the glasses off the bar and offering one to Crocodile, not giving him the opportunity to refuse. The dark haired man had been eyeing the door. Upon noting the lack of wall clocks in the home he checked his watch, noting how late it was starting to get.
“You heard right,” he finally responded, wafting the glass under his nose to catch the aroma of the beverage. He quickly took some into his mouth, surprised —or at this point, not too surprised—at the smoothness and rich body of the drink. Swallowing, the gentle burn rose in his throat from his chest, warming him from the inside.
“Good to know that I was able to provide something suitable,” the blonde man chuckled as he sat roughly on one of the angular couches. He began unbuttoning his silky shirt, taking it from open only to the chest to little more than arm warming as he exposed his golden tanned torso.
“Are you really undressing right now?”
“I like to be comfortable in my home. If it were truly my preference I’d be wearing nothing at all right now,” he was obviously trying to get a rise out of him again, but Crocodile couldn’t help but drag his eyes down the path of toned muscle that outlined his student’s body.
“Anyway, let’s get to it then. You’ve got enough time for me to sober up and then I’m leaving for the night. Lest you forget I have a job to do tomorrow,” Crocodile sat on an adjacent loveseat, he wanted to maintain his barrier and not be any closer to Doflamingo than he had to be.
“Alright, fine fine,” Doflamingo said, slightly pouty, as he leaned forward and appeared to be thinking, “we talked about your hobbies, we talked about why you went into teaching…hmmm…what keeps you going back to these semi-public places? If you’re so worried about keeping this part of your life private why don’t you use apps or anything? There are plenty of people more than willing to hookup anonymously in their home, especially when you’re such a good looking man, and in good shape from what I saw in those photos.”
Crocodile wasn’t interested in being coy or appropriate any more. The mix of annoyance, fatigue, and alcohol made him drop all decorum, “frankly, because if I meet someone there I know that they at the very least have agreed to the implicit contract. Using online services opens you up to all sorts of problems. Aside from the issues with online data security, some little shit looking for his five minutes of fame could screenshot any conversation you have and spread your dirty laundry to whoever wants it, the Daily Mail, TMZ, the World Economic Press, or even just the online gossip mongers who have decided that anything someone wants to keep to themselves must be the juiciest secret anyone has ever heard.”
“It’s not the 80’s you know, you’re not going to be crucified for liking cock,” Doflamingo smirked.
“You clearly care enough to get a beard,” Crocodile sniped, sipping his whiskey.
“Heh heh! You’re not wrong,” he laughed, crossing his legs, “still, I’ve been using apps for years and I’ve never had a problem. It probably helps that I give them a little incentive to keep quiet. But listen, I think I have a solution to both our problems.”
Doflamingo left this statement hanging in the air, causing Crocodile’s pulse to creep up.
“I’m honestly over my rotating harem of partners because, frankly, you’re right. It’s a hazard, but of course I’m not going to become celibate, that’s a fucking self imposed jail sentence. Now, I’m sure you’re tired of risking your peace to have a rendezvous in the steam room, and clearly I’ve proved that it’s not as secure as you’ve been sold on.”
Crocodile’s blood ran cold as he gripped his tumbler tightly. “You’re propositioning me?” His tone was venomous.
“I’m just saying that you and I have a mutual need. And besides, when I look at this photo…I find that I’m jealous,” Doflamingo gazed from under heavy lids, meeting Crocodile’s where something close to murderous intent was festering.
“You stalk me, you’ve blackmailed me, you’re asking me to break the guidelines of an ethical teacher student relationship, and right now? You’re still taunting me with that picture!? I…” Crocodile threw his head back, squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. Standing up, he walked to the bar, uncorked the bottle of whiskey and poured himself 3 fingers. Slamming it back, he turned back around to face his host.
“You realize the position you’ve put me in?”
Doflamingo just smiled back.
“I— you know what, fine,” he grumbled, breathlessly finishing the rest of his drink and stamping the glass down on the bar top. Undoing his belt buckle, he left the loose ends dangling from his belt loops as he flicked the button open. Pulling his zipper slightly down, he leaned back against the bar, chest forward, feet crossed. This was it. No backing out now.
Despite the meal, Doflamingo looked starved. Eyeing his professor like a delicious cut of steak, he set his drink down and crossed the floor. When he reached Crocodile, his attention slowly tracked from his face, to his huffing chest, to his waistband, a delicate finger tracing the buttons on his waistcoat down along his stomach. Doflamingo’s breath seemed to catch in his throat, quivering with anticipation at all of the things he wanted to do to this man.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I was jealous, Professor,” he whispered. Gradually, he lowered himself to his knees like a postulant at the altar, although his eyes had the look of a devil in them.
Crocodile’s pulse was racing. This was so wrong. It went against all ethical standards, it went against his own rules, but this man, horribly beautiful, was before him, his breath puffing against Crocodile’s exposed skin. Emboldened, Crocodile hooked the hem of his shirt and vest with his thumb and raised them slightly, wordlessly egging Doflamingo on. The blonde man slid his hands from Crocodile’s waist around to his back, sending his fingers under the band of his underwear and rotating his wrists to lower his clothing. He was methodical. Slow, but in a way that sent a shiver of excitement up through his stomach. Crocodile was already half hard, and the sensation of his underwear brushing down over the front of his cock sent shockwaves through him. He gripped the bar edge tightly, trying to keep his cool as Doflamingo pressed his face against Crocodile’s lower abdominals, breathing deeply and taking in his musk. His member was pulsing now. The taboo had already caused his heart to race, but the teasing made him crave that release. He hadn’t fucked since the start of the semester, and he was pent up.
Doflamingo gripped Crocodile up under his balls, his dick at the level of Doflamingo’s face. He smiled a wicked grin, taking in the size of his Professor’s member. Exposing his tongue, he ran it along the full length of the underside, causing it to jump in his hand as his erection strengthened. Spitting into his hand, he began working the shaft, gripping gently at first, and then more firmly, “you really do have a gorgeous cock,” he smirked before beginning to tease the tip with his tongue.
Crocodile’s breath hitched, Doflamingo’s tongue was certainly dexterous, and he knew just how to use it to drive someone crazy. Just when he was starting to lose himself to the sensation, Doflamingo took his whole length into his mouth, one hand hooked around the back of Crocodile’s thigh, the other still massaging him. The heat from his mouth was overwhelming, wet, and with his writhing tongue underneath, it was ecstasy.
Even with his relative abstinence, he was not going to let this man make him cum without working for it. That being said, the blonde student was clearly experienced, and he knew that he could make Crocodile putty in his hands. Just when Crocodile felt like he had a handle of Doflamingo’s patterns, he felt his mouth relax and suddenly he was down the back of his student’s throat. Crocodile felt weak in the knees, his cock was being squeezed from all sides, the slick, wet housing of Doflamingo’s mouth and throat coating him with saliva and sticky precum. He was getting close to climax, and for as good as this felt he really wanted to punish the blonde man for all the shit he had put him through that day.
Gripping his short, spiked hair, he stopped Doflamingo’s head when he was fully pressed against his stomach. Crocodile began to thrust, pushing his jaw open and plunging into his throat. Again and again he mercilessly fucked Doflamingo’s throat, his over productive tongue lubricating Crocodile’s cock as he continued to strike home. Crocodile heard Doflamingo’s breath stutter with each thrust, his girth blocking the airway, his students clipped fingernails digging into the back of his leg. Feeling that he was finally on the verge of climax, he began to pull out, when Doflamingo pressed himself back down on Crocodile’s member, pushing it back down his throat. Crocodile came with that final sensation, bucking into his student’s mouth as hot semen flowed into him. Gritting his teeth, Crocodile finished his orgasm, breathing heavily, as Doflamingo released him, the cold air hitting his exposed member, a small amount of cum still dripping.
Backing away and standing up, Doflamingo smirked, rubbing his neck, “thanks for dessert, Professor, although you certainly made me pay for it.”
Crocodile was disgusted. With him. With himself. He needed to get out of there.
“I need to go. This didn’t happen,” Crocodile grumbled as he started pulling up his pants and fastening his belt.
“I mean, you can pretend. But you can’t undo what you did. Besides, I don’t think you’re in any condition to drive,” he smirked.
That devilish look was back. Crocodile knew he was right. The rush of alcohol was still awash in his brain.
“I’ll walk,” he growled, looking around for his jacket.
“Well, I’ll be looking forward to tomorrow’s lecture then.”
Crocodile’s stomach dropped into his shoes. It wasn’t like he had never encountered one of his hookups out and about in everyday life, but he had never permitted himself to fuck a student before. Walking into the hallway, he threw up a hand in a silent, dismissive wave, but his face displayed a mortified expression. He walked quickly, sweeping out the door, down the stairs and into the alley, storming down the block to where his black car was parked. Unlocking the door and sitting in the driver’s seat he was silent a moment, staring straight ahead down the dark street. Opening his mouth he yelled at the top of his lungs, beating his fist into the passenger seat. Guilt and shame and anger crashed into him like tidal waves, one replacing the other interchangeably as he rested his forehead against his steering wheel. Glancing at the dashboard clock, the displayed time was 11:13. By this time he was usually in bed reading and enjoying a night cap, now he was wound tighter than cable, waiting to be sober enough to drive home. He had assignments he hadn’t even graded. He laughed at himself for even thinking about the busywork of his job when this could cause him to potentially lose his job. Well, probably not, there was nothing in the handbook specifically against it, but it could definitely damage his path to tenure. Groaning, he took a swig from the water bottle he left next to his briefcase on the floorboards, the lukewarm water feeling dissatisfactory on his tongue. Another couple of minutes passed in silence. Crocodile tried not to let any thoughts cross his mind as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He settled his hands on the steering wheel, pressing the start button on his dash which caused his car to purr to life. Opening his eyes again, he shifted into drive and headed home.