"ibo per hoc solidum", M

From Create Your Own Story

You wanted to tilt your head back, biting your lip instead to stifle a moan. Alex’s mouth was sinfully hot, his tongue swirling against your sensitive skin. Your fingers tightened in his hair, he needed to stop, you couldn't concentrate. The twins were watching again, their hungry gazes burning into you.

“Well? Did you hear what I said?!”

Johnson’s angry shout shattered your pleasure, you had to think. You struggled not to squirm under their scrutiny, heat flooding your cheeks. Alex sucked harder, chuckling around your length. Bastard was enjoying this. “I-I apologize, Professor,” you stammered. “I did not hear your question.”

You blinked at the board, your mouth drying up as your mind went blank. The spell. You knew this.

But with Alex's warm breath against your skin, his dexterous fingers working away under the desk, it was impossible to think.

"Any day now," Professor Johnson sneered, eyes glinting with malice behind his spectacles. The rest of the class tittered.

Your cheeks burned as you stammered, "I-ibo per hoc solidum."

"Wrong!" Johnson roared. The classroom fell silent. "How can you be so distracted and yet so utterly lost?, Well?" Johnson took a menacing step forward. "Where is Mr. Quill today? Too busy to bail out his flunking boyfriend again?"

The class erupted into laughter and whistles. You ground your teeth, meeting Johnson's gaze defiantly even as panic rose in your chest. Before you had time to stop him, Alex was removing himself from your thighs, wiping his mouth lazily with a sleeve and slipping from beneath the desk. He grins wickedly at Johnson, smirk steadfast as gasps rose up around the room. The twins nudged at each other, as if confirming what they had already known.

"The answer is Transiet per mecamo praesidium, though it's an old fashioned wording, most people use the short hand these days to save on energy, it just takes more practice. transiet praes works fine, no?" Alex leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, and purred, ignoring the still chattering student body "Saved by the bell. Looks like I'll have to finish what I started later."

"You can meet me after class, Quill, where we can discuss your disciplanary ONE TO ONE ... actually. No. Both of you, stay after class. I want you both"

And for the first time, Alexander smirks isn't so sure of himself.


Johnson keeps you both after class

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