[The fingers running along his ribs makes him curve his body automatically, shifting so that he's closer to Jack. The boy draws him in like a siren, nuzzling his cheek gently as he wraps his arms around Jack and picks him up, gentle and careful so that he doesn't jar his student. He cradles Jack close, a kiss lingering against a cheek as he carries him out of the lounge room and deeper into his apartment.
He doesn't really know what to think about all this - he just had sex with a student. He could get fired if anyone found out. He said so many stupid things that he really shouldn't be allowed to talk. Reaching into the bathroom to grab a towel, he replaces his arm back around Jack's body, crossing the short distance to his bed and laying him down gently.
With care, he starts wiping the come from Jack's body, grazing the towel softly along his stomach and across his abdomen, wiping sweat from his legs and gently lifting his hips to place it under his backside while come flows freely. They can have a shower later, he thinks to himself as he ducks into the bathroom to snag another towel for himself, returning to the bedroom with it draped modestly around his lower half.
He opens his mouth, about to say something before he closes it. What can he say? Nothing really. His stomach churns with guilt, even as he leans down to run his lips softly along Jack's jaw, taking the spot next to him on the bed.]
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He doesn't really know what to think about all this - he just had sex with a student. He could get fired if anyone found out. He said so many stupid things that he really shouldn't be allowed to talk. Reaching into the bathroom to grab a towel, he replaces his arm back around Jack's body, crossing the short distance to his bed and laying him down gently.
With care, he starts wiping the come from Jack's body, grazing the towel softly along his stomach and across his abdomen, wiping sweat from his legs and gently lifting his hips to place it under his backside while come flows freely. They can have a shower later, he thinks to himself as he ducks into the bathroom to snag another towel for himself, returning to the bedroom with it draped modestly around his lower half.
He opens his mouth, about to say something before he closes it. What can he say? Nothing really. His stomach churns with guilt, even as he leans down to run his lips softly along Jack's jaw, taking the spot next to him on the bed.]