prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

Jonathan wasn't a respectable model of self-restraint like Cain was, he told himself this wouldn't go further than making out with his professor this time and well, he's long past that point now.

"Oh, I know I am." He gives Cain a playful grin before he drops to his knees, quickly shuffling through one of his backpack's inner pockets, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Its not like he would be unprepared for this sort of thing, this being college and all. It paid off to be prepared at a moment's notice.

Jonathan turns his head towards the door as if listening to the bustle of the hallway to determine if he still had enough time. A small pause before he continues where they left off, it wasn't enough to play around as much as he would have liked but he guesses he can take a rain check on that.

He moves to stand in order to undo his professor's belt, tugging his pants and underwear down towards his ankles before sliding down to his knees and ducking in the space between the other's legs. Kneeling, he spreads Cain's thighs apart enough to drag teeth against his inner thighs. A tease.

Cheeky little bastard. He wants to be mad at the other but it's difficult in their positions.

He knows he should stop. When the other pulls out the items from his backpack, he really should protest. Cain doesn't have to guess what Jonathan's intentions were. If he had any doubts before, he definitely didn't have any when the other pulls his pants down.

"Oh hells," he lets out breathlessly. Were they really doing this here? In the classroom.

And then the other drags his teeth against his skin and just something about it makes his blood boil. He bares his teeth and lets out a low growl; nails digging into the wood of the table. Perhaps it's the idea of potentially being bitten when he was the one who bites. It's a strange feeling. The mix of wanting to assert himself but the excitement of being bitten all the same.

Jonathan doesn't pay much mind to the display of bared teeth and the growl, if anything, he grins. Cain can assert his dominance all he wants, it won't change much, he wasn't the only predator in the room and he felt he had more advantages on the table than the other at the moment. It doesn't stop the thought of wanting to see this side of him more.

He keeps his gaze up at the other as he bites against the sensitive skin and tugs away slowly to see what reaction that would earn him. There wasn't enough pressure to draw blood, not at all wanting to risk what that itself would do, especially here.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, leaning his head against the other's leg as he started to concentrate enough to will away a few claws.

The small click of the lube bottle opening follows but he stops as if waiting for Cain's last attempt to stop him if he wanted. The aphrodisiac effect from the bite from earlier was starting to wane, probably due to how fast he was metabolizing it.

The bite elicits a hiss from the other, but it's hard to tell if it was because he was angry or out of pleasure. The growl that follows when Jonathan asks his question seems more than frustrated though.

"You're asking that now?" Morals be damned right now. The other had done so well to work him up to the point where he has forgotten he should be saying no and stop. He doesn't want to stop though. "We aren't stopping. Not this far."

Maybe it was because Jonathan has worked him up quite a bit or maybe it's because he hasn't had a romp in awhile. It's probably a mix of both if anything. "You aren't suddenly getting cold feet are you? What happen to that college youth?" Maybe he's egging the other on a bit.

Normally, Jonathan wasn't one to play with his food but there was something entertaining watching the other get more frustrated by his lack of hastiness. There's a soft chuckle that leaves him at the question, though his repeated asking was simply a habit of his, despite the fact that he practically forced himself on the other.

"Not at all, Professor." Jonathan smirks up at the other, slicking his fingers before he gets to his feet, "We're just getting started..." He presses his slicked fingers against the other's entrance in an almost teasing motion before he presses further inside.

While he stretches his professor out, one finger at a time, he lays a series of soft kisses against his neck. He was already hard against the confines of his jeans, nearly reaching his own limit for holding out as long as he has.

Cain is tight. It has been a rather long time since he had done anything with another. Honestly, it had been a long time since he probably even did anything even alone. That doesn't mean he isn't responsive though with how his hips stutter and the other gets the man to make a pleased whimper.

Perhaps he's a lot more touch starved than he realized. Something to think about when he isn't so distracted by the feel of Jonathan's fingers inside him. How he tries to get more friction from then.

When love became an act of defiance

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