crowspace | call me out v. 12.0

Perfect.

[ akutagawa swallows hard at the sight of his teacher's prostrate form, and the easy obedience certainly helps stir his mounting arousal as well. it's impossible not to let out a soft and appreciative breath before he tears the packet of lube's corner with his teeth.

first he drips a generous amount of the fluid onto his fingers. ]

Are you a virgin back here, Tsushima-sensei?

[ the slicked-up digits reach forward to slip between the plush cheeks of tsushima-sensei's ass to smear the copious fluid against his taut entrance. the heat of it is so inviting, akutagawa can't help the little rumble in his throat. ]

[Somehow, the sounds Akutagawa makes are audible even over the pounding of Shuji's heartbeat. He can't make sense of it.]

I'm not.

[He went to college. Nothing else need be said.

The liquid is cool against his heated skin, and Shuji can't help but shiver - only from that and not from the way Akutagawa murmurs at seeing him dripping with lube and waiting.]

But it's been a while...

[He hasn't been stretched out recently, and fear will have him tighter than he normally is.]

That's surprising. You're very attractive, Tsushima-sensei.

[ he rubs at the tight little opening, fingertip prodding at his entrance before he gently and slowly eases it into him. ]

You could probably have anyone you wanted. It's a shame you deny yourself what you truly want.

[ akutagawa gives the digit a few little twists and slight curls before inching it in further. ]

At least your body is honest.

[It's worse that Akutagawa is being gentle. He might care about Shuji in some incredibly fucked up way.

It's even worse that Akutagawa's gentle treatment gets Shuji's body to relax, slowly but surely. Shuji bites his lip to stifle what could have been a moan, bites it until he tastes blood.]

...Not like this.

[Maybe it's been a while since he's had someone share his bed, but he didn't want it like this at all-

Akutagawa's searching finger finds a good spot and a distinctly pleasured groan sounds itself before Shuji can stop it.]

[ akutagawa gives a condescending huff, obviously not believing his teacher one bit, and instead focuses on warming him up into relaxing and stretching him properly. akutagawa has had some practice with fingering himself, so he isn't completely blind to what to do. he knows there are spots to search for to make the whole thing more pleasurable, which is just what he wants for tsushima-sensei. he makes that much clear when he finally has three of his fingers inside of him, and flexes his fingers to tap at that firm and smooth bundle deep inside him.

he can feel tsushima-sensei's tightened muscles finally yielding to his fingers' touches, he asks. ]

Are you ready for me, Sensei?

[Keeping quiet is impossible with Akutagawa rubbing his prostate like that. He's bitten through his lip and still not managed to muffle all his moans, and hated himself more for each one.

It's almost a relief when Akutagawa asks that question, because it means Akutagawa isn't going to toy with him forever.]

A-as much as I'll ever be...

[ he opens the condom's little pack with a surprising amount of efficiency and ease, and rolls it on without a problem.

with a hum of anticipation, akutagawa grabs at tsushima-sensei's hips, squeezing them tight just to appreciate the way they feel, how easily they give beneath his thumbs. once he's had his fill, akutagawa guides his dick to tsushima-sensei's entrance, and eases himself past the little ring of resistance, doing his best to be patient and gentle.

once he's in, really and truly in, he runs a hand up his teacher's back, hand sliding up the back of his shirt to stroke up and down the smooth, feverish skin as he rocks his way into tsushima-sensei.

when akutagawa is finally satisfied with the depth he's managed to reach, his groin pressed flush against that soft, plush ass, he makes a small noise of bemusement. ]

You did well, Tsushima-sensei. You feel wonderful.

[Shuji doesn't think he did much of anything, is what he would retort if he wasn't focusing on trying to stay relaxed, not tense up against the unwanted intrusion. (It is unwanted, he knows, he doesn't have to repeat it to himself.)

Akutagawa is bigger than his last partner, he observes. It's easier to think about that than about the way Akutagawa's cock rubs against his walls, uncomfortable but easing its way into almost pleasant.]

I didn't, mm, do much... You could be doing this with anyone else.

[Shuji would really prefer if he was doing this with anyone else.]

You knew exactly what to do; staying relaxed, breathing properly. Your body is so sensitive, I must admit, I half-expected you to say something about being in pain.

[ akutagawa leans down, fitting himself against tsushima-sensei's back in order to nuzzle his lips against the back of his teacher's ear, arms looped around his middle and holding him tight. ]

Perhaps I could. But you're the one I want, Tsushima-sensei.

[ he can sense tsushima-sensei adjusting to him, bit by bit, so he grinds into him, rubbing at the sensitive walls and relishing in the heat of tsushima-sensei's body, before he nearly pulls out completely, only to push in a again, filling the man up completely. ]

So selfless and kind... And such beauty, too.

[ his pace begins to pick up. ]

If only you knew how irresistible you were.

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[The affection - is it affection? - catches Shuji off guard, even though he should expect it from Akutagawa by now. He's all off kilter and everything Akutagawa does just makes it worse.

When Akutagawa pulls out almost all the way and thrusts back in again, Shuji isn't able to hold back his voice, a groan that isn't entirely from discomfort. By the time Akutagawa's gotten a good pace, it's definitely mostly from pleasure.

Shuji digs his nails into his desk and hopes it doesn't leave marks.]

Akutagawa, please-

[He isn't sure how that sentence ends.]

[ hearing tsushima-sensei say his name, his mind so addled with lust and pleasure that he doesn't even know what he's begging for-- it's enough to get akutagawa to really start fucking him in earnest. his hold on him tightens, face buried in the side of his teacher's neck as his thrusts take a rhythm that becomes rough and quick, not unlike an animal in heat's. ]

Let me be good to you, Tsushima-sensei. Can't you see you deserve it?

[ one of akutagawa's hands snakes down to grab tsushima-sensei's cock, already hard and flushed and heavy. parsing a rhythm to stroke him off to is a bit difficult, just because akutagawa has never done it before, but he finally finds a pace that's no doubt satisfying. ]

[If he liked hearing Shuji say his name, he's in luck, because the rough pace has him saying it over and over again. Sometimes muffled into the desk, sometimes cried out loudly when Akutagawa presses against a particularly good spot inside him. Stroking his cock only makes him louder, and Shuji would worry about being heard if that was something he could think about right now.]

I, I...

[He's going to come more quickly than a fifteen-year old, he realizes as his toes start to curl and his body squeezes around Akutagawa's cock. It really has been a while - and he wasn't trying to drag this out in the first place, but. Still.

It doesn't take long after that before he's crying Akutagawa's name one more time and coming over all his hand.]

[ feeling tsushima-sensei tighten and cling to him while calling his name out in that sweet voice of his-- that, coupled with the wetness spilling all over his hand is enough to drag akutagawa over the edge as well, and he growls against the side of his teacher's neck, a rough 'tsushima-sensei,' against the man's skin as he comes soon after. thankfully he's wearing a condom, so tsushima-sensei isn't pumped full of the thick fluid.

after a few more drawn out thrusts, akutagawa nudges the back of tsushima-sensei's ear with his lips, the gesture akin to a kiss, before he straightens slowly. he strokes the small of his teacher's back before drawing out slowly. ]

You truly are exceptional, Tsushima-sensei.

[Does it make it better that Akutagawa's being so affectionate? Does it make it worse? Either way, that's how things are right now.

Shuji tries to catch his breath. For a minute he can't speak, or move, or even try to look at Akutagawa over his shoulder. He has nothing to say that he hasn't already said.

So what does leave his lips...]

...I'll see you in class tomorrow.

[...is something stupid and meaningless.

He tries to straighten up and immediately winces. He's too sensitive, as Akutagawa had said. Hopefully the soreness fades by his next class.]

[ he supposes there isn't much else to say given the location and situation. akutagawa isn't exactly expecting pillow talk or a heartfelt conversation, so he removes his condom before tying the end of it and tossing it in the wastebasket by tsushima-sensei's desk. he'll probably have to change the bag before leaving the classroom anyway, so he's not worried about someone finding it.

after tucking himself back in, he gives his teacher's back one final stroke. ]

Yes, Sensei. I look forward to our lesson.

[ and with that, he leaves the room, though he doesn't raise the blinds on his way out. tsushima-sensei will probably want a bit of time to himself, he imagines. ]

[Shuji has to take a minute. He puts his clothes back in order, fixes his hair so it's less obviously post-coital, makes sure there aren't stains on his desk. While he's busying himself with those minor tasks, he decides what he's going to do - ask his senior for advice.

Specifically, Mori-sensei. He's been in this school longer than anyone else, and he's the literature club's sponsor. If anyone can give advice on Akutagawa, it would be Mori-sensei.

Once he's made himself presentable, he heads to Mori's office. Mori is in, thankfully, and Shuji relays the story of everything that's happened as best as he can repeat it.

Mori's advice is.

Well.

It's advice.

Shuji can't even say that it's wrong advice. Mori points out that Shuji is the only teacher Akutagawa's bonded with, and he doesn't even have any close friends at school, and Shuji might be the one to turn his life around. He can't in good conscience push him away. And if that means putting up with his affections, in the long run it's worth it for Akutagawa's future, isn't it? All of this makes sense up until the part where it involves opening himself up to the possibility of having sex with Akutagawa again.

But his student's happiness and future will always win for Shuji. And so, reluctantly, he agrees.

Class the next day is almost unnervingly routine. Akutagawa is there in class, and while Shuji doesn't make eye contact, he doesn't let Akutagawa's presence visibly throw him off during the lesson.

After the lesson is a different story, but - at least for now he can continue to be the good, caring teacher that so attracted Akutagawa to begin with.]

[ things seem to return to normalcy so easily; akutagawa is about as active as he usually is in class, and even approaches his teacher's desk when the period is over to ask for clarification on something that needed to be read for tonight's homework. even that was done without ceremony; he got his answer, and left it at that.

during literature club "activities" after school, mori-sensei let akutagawa know that tsushima-sensei was worried about him and came to him for advice. mori-sensei only asks that akutagawa be gentle with poor tsushima-sensei.

hah.

akutagawa leaves the bloody mess he'd made to the cleaners, and instead ditches his uniform top in a trash can on the other side of the city before making his way back to campus. he makes a stop at the front desk to let someone know he needs new uniform shirts. thankfully the wait for them won't be too long; they just need the school patches pressed on.

rather than linger in the lobby, akutagawa makes his way back to his literature classroom, where sure enough, tsushima-sensei is there. in much the same manner as yesterday, akutagawa walks inside. hopefully he can't say he's in the mood to listen to tsushima-sensei possibly bitch him out about being on school grounds, even if it's for club activities, in just an undershirt, but akutagawa is sure he'll understand. ]

Good afternoon, Sensei.

[ akutagawa closes the door behind him-- click goes the lock, but he doesn't make any further moves just yet. ]

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[He can't even say he's surprised to hear Akutagawa's voice. There is a moment of hesitation before he sets his pen down and looks away from the papers on his desk.]

Good afternoon, Akutagawa.

[Again he's grading papers. Again Akutagawa finds him there and locks the door. It's all too similar, except-]

Did something happen to your shirt?

[Even after yesterday, Shuji still tries not to assume that Akutagawa is at fault.]

[ he blinks at the question, as if surprised he isn't being met with some form of suspicion. deep down, he sort of is. this sort of thing has happened several times before, and akutagawa can't remember a single time where he wasn't at least given a suspicious side-glance. most other teachers either knew why or had their guesses as to why literature club students were always going through their uniforms.

tsushima-sensei being more concerned than annoyed is...refreshing. akutagawa clears his throat behind his fist. ]

No. Just an irreparable tear. I'm having a new set prepared as we speak.

[ akutagawa takes a few steps towards the window, his fingers curling around the string holding the blinds up, though he doesn't lower them just yet. ]

Do you believe me? Since it's you, I'll sit through yet another lecture, but before you start, just know that it isn't anything I haven't heard before.

I believe you.

[There's no trace of doubt in Shuji's answer, no reservation. Akutagawa says he tore his shirt, so he tore it - that's the end of the story.]

I used to tear my clothes all the time. Really, I'm lucky the teachers don't have to wear uniforms too.

[He has never been the most coordinated of people, and age hasn't made him all that much more graceful.

He sees Akutagawa with his hand on the blinds, but he doesn't comment or even look particularly distressed.]

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[ he looks over his shoulder at his teacher, watching him for a moment for any trace of dishonesty, but he finds none. he isn't particularly surprised, but that innocent belief in him makes akutagawa's expression soften, though he does huff at the naivete. it's kind of funny to him.

he finally lowers the blinds. ]

You would be the first to believe a student of the literature club for something like this. Me, especially.

[ after he approaches, he lifts a hand and curls it around the back of tsushima-sensei's neck. ]

But that's why I like you so much, Tsushima-sensei.

[Shuji's first instinct is to jerk away, and he does start to pull back before he stops himself. Remember that Akutagawa has no other teachers he bonds with so closely, remember it's for his future. Lie back and think of your students... except that's the problem in the first place.]

...Whatever the rumors about you may be - even if they were true, you're my student. I'm supposed to support you, not assume the worst about you.

[In this case, and only this case, it really doesn't matter what the literature club has been up to. Shuji is meant to advocate for Akutagawa, not drag him down.]

But... thank you, Akutagawa.

[His cheeks are tinged red, and his gaze is fixed on a spot on the wall rather than Akutagawa himself.]

[ those kind words are almost laughable in how wrong tsushima-sensei is about akutagawa and the lit club, but he says nothing because such pure-hearted words and sincere faith in him is...touching, he supposes. akutagawa can't quite believe it. ]

Such kind words, when you can't even look at me, Sensei.

[ stepping forward, he pulls tsushima-sensei towards him as well, their noses brushing, their lips barely a soft breath away. ]

Are you ashamed of trusting me? Does facing the rest of the faculty while they know you support me embarrass you?

[So close, Shuji can't avoid looking at Akutagawa any longer. The red in his cheeks is only getting worse, and yet-]

I'm not ashamed of supporting you at all.

[He's being honest. Anyone with even the slightest skill at reading people would know. Wanting to support his students is something that Shuji is not and will never be ashamed of.

That's not what embarrasses Shuji.

He grips the bottom hem of his shirt, trying to suppress the urge to fidget.]

...Same as yesterday?

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