"Sensei?"
Snapping out of his light trance, Hokuto straightens in his seat. He casually adjusts his glasses and looks at the two female students in front of his table.
"Is everything alright?"
Hokuto nods and manages a smile to appease their worries.
"Yeah. Maybe it's the weather." Looking at his watch, he sees it was almost just in time for the supplementary classes to finish. Wrapping up their session, the five students flunking math submit their notes forward before leaving through the front door. One of the girls from just now paused by his table again, and Hokuto notices her hand clenching the strap of her bag tightly.
“Sensei… Are you sure you’re alright? You look a little feverish.”
She was too observant. Personally, it made him a little uncomfortable, but he had no right with his own misconduct.
Hokuto didn’t have a clue how he looked, but he focuses on swallowing his panic before he came across as more suspicious. “Asahi-san, as I said, I’m fine. I’ll just need a few minutes to finish up for the day. You should head home already.”
“I can help carry some papers to the faculty…”
Too persistent. Hokuto adjusted his sweater before standing up and heading to the doorway. Politely, he gestures her over so she was practically forced to leave.
“It’s better for you to head home already while it isn’t too dark. Go rest up a bit before reviewing for Physics. I heard from Tanaka-sensei that you’ll have a test tomorrow.”
The girl hesitates for a bit but it wasn’t like she could do anything else. She couldn’t really disobey when Matsumura-sensei meant well and had that kind smile he rarely had on his face.
She leaves with a bow and makes a beeline out of the classroom with her face down to mask her flush. When his surroundings were completely silent and empty, Hokuto slid the door shut and leaned back. With a heavy sigh, he almost falls to the floor from how weak his legs were, and he musters his way back to the teacher’s table for support.
He couldn’t take it. With unsteady hands, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. He reaches down past the waistband of his soiled underwear, fingers finding the silicon end of the toy up his rear. He sucks in a deep breath as he slowly pulls the anal plug out of him, his forehead scrunched as he tried to control his hard-on from the tiny sensations. He felt slightly guilty that the supplementary lessons were spent answering questionnaires and a mock test, but he didn’t have it in him to stand and teach with a sex toy inside him and a boner. As much as his students had a knack for testing his patience, he quite liked his job and he’d prefer to keep it.
He bends down a little lower and the plug pops out of him. It falls to the floor with a blunt sound, and Hokuto frowns at it. He picks it up and wipes it clean with tissue from his bag, thinking in the back of his mind how stretched and ready he must be down there. It was what the naughty PE teacher down at the gym was aiming for anyway, and Hokuto deemed he better finish what he started.
Fixing up his pants, Hokuto pulled his sweater lower to cover his indecency and headed out the door, silently exiting the classroom as if nothing suspicious had just occurred.
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“Sensei?”
Snapping out of his daydream, Jesse looked up to the team’s captain calling for his attention. For a moment, he had forgotten it was still technically work hours and he was still sitting on the bleachers of the school gym.
“Sensei? Are you alright? You’ve been spacing out.”
“Yeah, whoops. Sorry, just had a few things in mind. Now, where are we at?” Jesse looked at the mini-practice game going on at the court, the scoreboard indicating the blue team was leading over the red. It was really just the basketball team randomly divided into half before the inter-school practice game set next week. A part of him was apologetic he wasn’t observing them properly as their ‘coach’, but it wasn’t like he volunteered in the first place.
“The team is going out for yakiniku after practice. Wanna join us?”
“Aw, sorry. I have prior commitments after this.” Technically, he didn’t. But he knows one person who would be demanding his time and attention after work hours.
“You better come with us next week after the practice game or— oh.”
The senior athlete stops when he catches a figure approaching from the side. He bows politely as a greeting.
“Matsumura-sensei! Good afternoon!”
Approaching the bleachers was Matsumura-sensei in his prim attire and satchel, so semi-formal and not at all belonging in the rough and sweaty gym premises. Hokuto nods in acknowledgment, briefly giving a side-eye to the little smirk on Jesse’s face.
“Are you here to watch?” The captain asks.
“No, I just have something to…discuss with Lewis-sensei.”
Jesse finally stood up, stretching his arms and back with a satisfying pop. “Araki-kun. Look after the team for a while, would you? And once you’re done, 10 laps around the field.”
The captain looks at him in disbelief and groans, but Jesse shoos him away to go check on the game. When it was finally just the two of them at the courtside, Jesse’s face was full of prideful mischief. Hokuto halfheartedly glared back.
“So how was class?” Jesse asks.
“Can we go to your place?”
Hokuto doesn’t bother answering his question, and Jesse arches a brow at his straightforwardness. He looked around quickly to make sure no one was close enough to hear their conversation. It was always so easy to pull the reaction he wanted out of Hokuto.
“I can’t right now. I’m assigned today for closing up the gym.”
Hokuto slips out a quiet whine, and Jesse chuckles, wondering how hot he must be to let out such a sound just like that. He stands a little closer to Hokuto so he can speak in a hushed voice.
“You need to fix this,” Hokuto insisted. He quickly slips something into the front pocket of Jesse’s jacket. When Jesse takes the item out to check what he had put it in, he immediately shoves it back and laughs.
“I told you to keep it in til you get here.”
“I can’t when it would vibrate every ten minutes or so.”
The idea of an anal plug that was freshly up Hokuto’s ass just sitting inside Jesse’s pocket was enough to turn him on. Frankly, he’d been wanting to fuck Hokuto even before he played with him in the empty music room before their respective after-class schedules, but the urge to tease him was oddly skyrocketing that day. He quite enjoyed imagining how Hokuto must be doing while he messed with the control app connected to the toy.
Licking his bottom lip, Jesse measured inside his head the estimated time that the practice game and run in the field would take. So casually, with his hands down his pockets, Jesse tilted his head and made Hokuto follow him to the back of the gym. A few steps behind, Hokuto followed where Jesse was headed, slightly uneasy when they entered the men’s locker room.
“...uhm…”
Jesse shut the door but didn’t bother locking it.
“Take your clothes off.”
Hokuto looked at him like he was out of his mind. “H-here!?”
Jesse walked up to him, taking the bag out of his hands to put aside like the gentleman he was. He then proceeded to pull up Hokuto’s sweater for him, until the latter stopped his hands.
“What if somebody comes?”
“That’s what you said even in the music room, the nurse’s office, and all the other empty classrooms we’ve been to.”
“Well, yeah–”
“And did anyone find us?”
Hokuto wanted to argue back that ‘that’s not the point!’ , but Jesse’s hands were circling behind his waist and fondling his butt.
“Relax, baby. They’re all busy outside right now,” Jesse said, voice low and throaty and not at all helping Hokuto’s self-control. While Hokuto was distracted with one hand playing with his ass, he doesn’t really notice the other hand managing to get the sweater off him until he sees it was thrown to the bench behind.
The last thing Hokuto wanted was for news to come out that the senior math and PE teacher were found having sex during work hours on public school grounds. Hokuto watches the entrance warily while Jesse begins to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and underwear down. When Jesse notices where Hokuto’s attention was fixed, he pushes Hokuto to the bench. He makes him bend down in front of him, putting Hokuto in a vulnerable position with his ass displayed out. This way, Hokuto’s view wouldn’t allow him to be so distracted by the door while simultaneously giving Jesse the most erotic sight. It was a win-win. Jesse could have taken off Hokuto’s glasses, but he wanted Hokuto to see him.
“Too fucking sexy, sensei .” Jesse coated his fingers with the lube he had gotten from Hokuto’s bag, something he had purposely left inside earlier. Just looking below, he could tell the toy had definitely done a good job. He pours a generous amount inside and around Hokuto’s already gaping hole, and Hokuto shivers from the coldness dripping down his thighs.
“I… I liked that one,” Hokuto admitted, referring to the toy.
“Yeah?”
“It hit the spot…a lot.”
Jesse plunged a finger inside and Hokuto stiffened. He knew Hokuto liked the toy. He could tell from the stains in his underwear when he pulled it down. Angling his finger, he easily found the spot Hokuto was talking about, and the older gasped, his legs going weak as Jesse massaged it.
“Then we’ll use it again next time.”
Jesse adds another finger. He prods Hokuto’s prostate in a circular motion, watching as the other’s back arches with his legs stretched, keeping his lower half up on his toes. Even if he already came earlier, Hokuto was still sensitive. He tries to touch himself for some relief at the front, but Jesse had caught him; he grabs both of his wrists, keeping them in place behind him. The fingers inside him press harder and touch him more thoroughly, and Hokuto releases a mix of a moan and a cry, finding this teasing way too much for him to keep up.
With the abrupt slightest change in angle, Hokuto instantly senses how close he was to release. But before he could, he pulls himself away from Jesse’s fingers to save himself from climaxing too fast.
“Did that feel good?”
Hokuto couldn’t tell sometimes whether Jesse asked for reassurance or to boost his ego, but he nodded either way. He sat back down on the bench on his bare ass. He mentally promises everyone else who would use that bench that he would clean it up after.
“Definitely a lot better than that toy during class.”
“Did anyone notice?” Jesse grinned.
“I don’t think so… although Asahi said I looked feverish.”
Humming in interest, Jesse sat on the empty space beside Hokuto and leaned back lazily.
"That Asahi girl in the afternoon class. She has a crush on you."
"How'd you know?"
Jesse looked at him in disbelief. Hokuto could be so naive and ignorant sometimes.
"Anyone can tell." Students having crushes on their teachers wasn’t exactly a rare thing, and it was bound to happen considering Hokuto’s face.
Confusion is all that appeared on Hokuto’s expression, and Jesse sighed. At least he was certain that Hokuto’s attention was all on him. Getting back into the mood, Jesse’s hand rested on Hokuto’s bare thigh. It runs up and down the smooth skin, purposely brushing his pinky against Hokuto’s cock.
"She should know her favorite sensei likes to ride then get fucked from below."
Hokuto’s thighs tense and squeeze together, anticipating Jesse’s hand to just touch him again, but nothing comes.
"Your students don't know the face and sounds you make when you’re begging for me to fill you up.”
“Hnn…”
Eyes trailing down, Hokuto stares at the bulge on Jesse’s pants. He kneels down on the floor in front of Jesse’s crotch, his naughty hands palming his front.
Looking up through his lashes, Hokuto answers back with a devilish lick of his lips. "And your students don't know how much you like your cock done wet and sloppy.”
Jesse blinked at him in surprise at the sudden attack before he laughs. "Such a tease."
Without hesitating, Hokuto pulls down Jesse’s waistband. A large cock springs up, and Hokuto moans from the mere sight of it hard and dripping. Jesse was so erect that it looked like it hurts.
“Hey, sensei,” Jesse called, purposely putting emphasis on the title. “Can you help me make it better?”
Hokuto rolled his eyes at Jesse’s weird attempt at roleplay, although technically, he was a teacher. Both of them were, and they were definitely getting fired and reported for such scandalous indecency on public learning grounds.
Hokuto brushes his own hair back before diving down to engulf Jesse’s cock with his mouth, producing as much saliva as he could to coat him thoroughly. When Jesse’s tip hit the back of his throat, he coughs and pulls away, spitting the remaining saliva that gathered in his mouth on Jesse’s arousal. Finally using his hand, Hokuto strokes him from base to head, spreading the wetness along his shaft. He knew how weak Jesse got when he pumped him while wet and slippery, and he does just that, keeping a steady pace that has Jesse closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
“ Yes… just like that… You’re so good, sensei.”
Hokuto relishes his praise, and with the same pace, he rubs his thumb along the tip of his sensitive cock, his pre-cum spreading and mixing with all the slickness from Hokuto’s mouth. Jesse was so flushed and hard, and he was pulsing in Hokuto’s hands, and Hokuto loved that feeling of having Jesse in his palm, both literally and figuratively.
Hokuto knew Jesse told him to keep what he was doing, but he was hungry. Figuring a little more stimuli shouldn’t hurt, Hokuto inserted the parts of Jesse’s cock that he couldn’t hold into his mouth and sucked, earning himself a loud gasp he was proud to hear. Jesse was so hot and heady against his tongue; he couldn’t stop himself from playing with the pre-cum collecting on his tip with his tongue, and Jesse becomes so tempted to buck his hips and fuck Hokuto’s mouth. His lover’s mouth was always so greedy and sinful lapping him up and sucking him with sloppy blowjobs so loud that it echoes around the locker room.
But Jesse didn’t want to come yet either. He wanted to finish with Hokuto’s ass.
While Hokuto was in the middle of drooling all over Jesse’s cock, he was forced to move off as Jesse pulls his hair, not too hard to hurt, but enough to support the rough and raw mood between them. Catching his breath, Jesse looks down affectionately at the man with spit all over his face. He fixes his glasses for him that had gone crooked along the way.
“Fuck...” Leaning down, Jesse kisses Hokuto’s swollen lips. It was getting way too hot.
With Hokuto watching intently from below, Jesse unzips his jacket so he was wearing nothing but a thin tank top. He stood up and pulls Hokuto up with him from the floor. Then he presses his partner back against the lockers, with Hokuto flinching at the cold metal against his skin.
“Sensei.” This time, it was Hokuto addressing Jesse as so. “Did I do a good job?”
Jesse didn’t think he’d be so affected by Hokuto calling him such, but the dazed and seductive look in his eyes was sending sparks down his groin.
“So good that I think I should reward you.” Jesse chuckled breathily to Hokuto’s ear. This man was not good for his heart. “I want to cum inside you.”
Hokuto’s hands slipped down Jesse’s broad chest, feeling the firm pectoral muscles behind his tank top. “...then go…”
“You sure?”
Hokuto shrugged, trying not to be so obvious that he wanted Jesse to fill him up too.
“No taking back what you said, okay?” Jesse pouted.
“Just get on with it already.”
Feeling oddly accomplished, Jesse ruffles Hokuto’s hair with a laugh and kisses him affectionately on the forehead. He takes off Hokuto’s glasses and carefully places them on the bench so no damage comes to them for what he intends to do. If the man permits, then there was no use suppressing himself.
With one smooth motion, Hokuto tightens his hold around Jesse’s neck when he scoops him up from the floor. Hokuto was a tall man himself with a pretty broad silhouette, so Jesse carrying him up with ease showed how strong he really was. It was definitely working to turn him on even more.
Aiming his cock at Hokuto’s hole, Jesse pushes in, exhaling slowly at the wet warmth tightening around him. With his legs locked around Jesse’s hips, Hokuto helped him in further, pulling him closer so he could reach inside him deeper. Thanks to the anal plug, Jesse slides inside with ease, yet Hokuto was still deliciously tight in some way. Most of the time, Jesse would start off slow so Hokuto would have his needed time to adjust and get used to his size. So he was honestly surprised when Hokuto was rocking back and forth on his cock impatiently by himself.
“Hey, hey, aren’t you too excited?” He was acting the opposite of how he was when he entered the locker room, all shy and anxious.
Hokuto doesn’t answer, focusing on getting Jesse’s dick to go the deepest it can get and hit the right spot.
“.. ah… Jess…” If Hokuto was this active and horny, Jesse can tell neither of them would honestly last too long. While they’re at their high, he adjusts Hokuto’s position that it look like he had bounced in Jesse’s arms, and Jesse moves, chasing his pleasure as he thrusts back and forth into Hokuto’s body, intent on fucking all the sense out of him.
It was amazing. Maybe it was the fact that both of them have been hot and on edge for the longest time or the added excitement that they’re technically in a public place that anyone can come into, but their lust just came in growing waves that crashed hard and powerful.
If Hokuto wasn’t so aroused, he’d be a little conscious by the way Jesse was firmly holding his whole weight by his ass to keep him up, but the thought is gone when Jesse hits his prostate. The loudest moan escapes Hokuto’s lips. His body shivers so violently that it surprised even himself, but Jesse doesn’t stop. He fucks like he can’t get enough. It was almost animalistic if they had the chance to watch themselves, and Hokuto could already see his climax drawing close again.
“Je-Jesse, I’m close-– ha-! ” Jesse could tell even without him saying so. He could sense it from Hokuto’s pants and the way his legs quivered around his hips. At a hard and steady pace, Jesse drives all his power and attention to that sensitive spot, and Hokuto cries when he couldn’t take it anymore. He clenches tightly around Jesse as he cums, making a mess all over Jesse’s top and his own white shirt.
“Just a bit more… I’m close too,” Jesse rasps, forehead furrowed as it was his turn to find his pleasure. He savors Hokuto’s body, concentrating on rocking back and forth amidst the sloppy, wet thrusts and Hokuto’s quiet whimpers. When Jesse grunts, Hokuto feels the muscles of his back tighten. Soon, a hot stickiness shoots inside Hokuto, and Jesse pumps him up with his own seed, coating his walls and filling him up so good.
Their hearts and breaths were racing so fast, and Jesse kisses Hokuto’s lips as he went through the aftermath. Still carrying Hokuto, he walks them back to the bench and gently lays him there, his cock slipping out in the process and letting his cum drip out from Hokuto’s hole. He looked so hot and disheveled, and Jesse would love to play with him again, but they needed to fix up soon before the team finished practice.
“Fuck. I need a shower,” Hokuto grumbled, wiping the lenses of his glasses with his shirt before wearing it back on.
Jesse chuckled because he was right. Hokuto was obviously a mess that needed a good cleanup, so he lends him a spare towel and tracksuit from his locker.
Maybe he could convince Matsumura-sensei to stay over at his place tonight and fuck him while wearing his tracksuit.