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( psl ) hot for teacher

[ Of all the things Erik had imagined for a new, reinvented future, this definitely wasn't one of them. His life so far has been made of so many missteps, so many mistakes, his public image fluctuating wildly but for the most part, not being particularly good. He was even labeled a terrorist at one point, before his efforts for the mutant cause actually landed him in a better light eventually. A path of struggle that proved to be far more difficult than his attempts to wage war on the world, in the name of his kind but truly, just another expression of his anger.

It has always been a work in progress. Slow, with setbacks, and contrary opinions even now. At least among mutants, he's largely seen as a figure of good, a role model for a better future for their kind, of cooperation with mankind while refusing to compromise. Still ready to fight if it ever comes down to that.

But the last few years have become ones of peace, and Erik has carved himself a spot here, in the mansion, admittedly with much of Charles's help. The telepath helped him settle in, coaxed him to take a position as a teacher, encouraged him even when he didn't feel like he quite fit that role, and he was surprised to learn that he became rather popular among the students. It was already more than what he could ask for, and he couldn't imagine it becoming any better than that— only for Charles to approach him about taking over the school on his behalf, as Charles decides to step back and venture to other projects. Dedicate himself more to the X-Men and leaving the meaningful job of offering a home to young mutants, and guide them through this new world.

It's an overwhelming thing, and he feels out of his depth even after months of accepting the offer. Charles offers some insight on occasion, but he's not always around, and Erik often relies on senior teachers for their suggestions and opinions. But those aren't the only teachers working at the school— some younger faces have joined the board, a few even former students themselves, one of which Erik even remembers sitting on his classes not so long ago... ]

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No, no, it's not like that. I just -

[ Just what, Bobby? his head asks again and before he knows it, his next words die down in his throat. It's true - he wants to spend time with Erik, wants nothing more but to be with the other man. But the seeming rejection compounded by the awareness of their roles in the school makes this attraction all the more difficult and complicated.

He nods and follows Erik to the hallway, though, not wanting to argue against walking him to his room since he likes it anyway. There's just all these sorts of feelings right now that he's admitted but doesn't want to process.

He falls in stride with Erik as they walk to his room, his gaze lingering on the other man beside him before it averts to the hallway ahead. ] Thanks for always doing this every after our session. I like spending time with you and this is no exception, I just want to make that clear.

[ As much as he'd like to know what Bobby was going to say, it's probably for the best that he doesn't finish that thought. It makes the silence between them strange— not uncomfortable, but unfamiliar. A lack of warmth an ease in the way they walk down the hallway, then up the stairs, crossing the mansion as they head to the wing where the teacher quarters are. ]

I like to do it.

[ Walking Bobby to his room, delivering him to his door. It's silly, really. It's not like their meetings are dates, after all. ]

I enjoy spending time with you, Robert. [ More than I should, in ways that I shouldn't. ] Never doubt that.

[ Bobby knows Erik likes spending time with him, but hearing it from the other man is always such a good thing. He chuckles a little when Erik says those words as he glances at him with a more fond look, fonder than it has any right to be. With the dimmer lights of the mansion, he hopes it's not as visible but Bobby also wishes Erik can catch a glimpse of it, let him know his words has affected him quite so.

But even before he lets that gaze linger, he averts it. He shouldn't let him know. It's not right. ]

Same for me, Erik. I enjoy every little second I spend time with you. [ Must've sounded too romantic, but at this point with the buzz of the bourbon, he doesn't care. It's genuine.

As they reach his room, though, Bobby stops just before his door way and glances back at the other man. ] Well, here's my stop. [ He smiles and, for a while, he wants to do something. Expecting something even. ]

[ It is a little romantic, but Erik tries not to think too much about that. Tries not to focus too hard on the warmth in Bobby's tone, or the way he keeps stealing glances Erik's way. It's very distracting, and he less and less wants to part ways, despite his better judgment.

Finally they come to Bobby's doorstep, and that look he gives Erik, the words that linger in the space between them, come across as a clear invitation. Expectation hanging in the air. It's the worst feeling right now, having to remind himself that he can't. Force himself not to give into it, when Bobby's all but offering himself.

He does hold Bobby's gaze, like he still wants Bobby to know that those feelings aren't lost on him. He's not rejecting him. It's just far more complicated than that.

He hands Bobby the folders he's holding, lingering closer to him. He takes a slow breath, his gaze dropping away. He has to stop looking into those eyes at some point. ]

Good night, Robert.

[ The pause lingers, far too long for his liking, before Erik's handing him his folders and he's lingering closer. Then he wishes him good night.

Bobby doesn't know what it was, perhaps the bourbon (definitely the bourbon) that gave him liquid courage or just his feelings spilling out of him due to this good buzz (that's still because of the bourbon), but when Erik finishes greeting him good night, Bobby reaches out with his free hand to cup the man's jaw and kiss him.

It's an abrupt meeting of lips, but Bobby collides his in a slow, warm touch, opening his mouth to deepen it. It's almost as if he lets loose a dam somewhere as his attraction for Erik seeps out of him like water. He doesn't want it to end, and for a while, time stands still for him. For them, perhaps. All the yearning and pining he has felt ever since these sessions began flows rapidly through the kiss.

There's a voice inside him that's berating him, telling him this is wrong and he should stop right now but Bobby doesn't care and silences this voice for now. Because, for now, he'll allow himself to indulge. ]

[ He doesn't know what he was expecting, moving closer to Bobby like that. Maybe he thought the younger mutant was more in possession of his mental capacities, enough to hold himself back from doing something impulsive.

Apparently, he was wrong. Because instead he feels that hand on his jaw, and those lips on his, and his mind goes blank for a second or two. Ten seconds. An hour. He doesn't feel time passing either, the clock only ticking forward again when he breathes in, presses back, moves closer. Both his hands grip Bobby's arms, his head tilting to press deeper into the kiss, and for a single, beautiful moment, he can forget all about the complications, all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this.

But it's not long before those thoughts sneak in too, poison the sweet touch of their lips enough that Erik has to force himself to break away, breathing heavily. His hands are still on Bobby's arms, but he loosens his hold, wide gaze flickering up to meet Bobby's. ]

Robert— [ We can't. You're drunk. You'll regret this in the morning.

He thinks it all, but the words don't actually come out. ]

[ There's a bit of a haze that settles once the kiss breaks and it takes a while before the gravity of what just happened dawns on Bobby. And yet even when it does, he doesn't feel the full weight of it (thanks, bourbon) as a part of him is still floating with the effects of his good buzz.

So, even when there's a voice telling him he'll regret this in the morning and he shouldn't linger and allow anything else to happen, the part telling him to fuck it wins, and he leans in again to capture Erik's lips in an incendiary kiss.

The sparks of his attraction and suppressed feelings for the man linger between the two of them, almost like crackling fire and liquid flame. The hand that never left Erik's jaw sets the other's head firmly into place, his thumb caressing his cheek. He wants more, craves more, as this passionate kiss they're now sharing is beginning to stoke the heat of his desire. Bobby knows he doesn't want this to end, much like the first one. But he also knows this is a slippery slope they're now on, something they might not be able to go back from. That voice telling him stop, don't is getting quieter and quieter the more he tastes Erik.

He only fleetingly breaks the kiss just to whisper against Erik's lips. ]

Erik, I want you. Right now. Please.

[ It's the worst possible thing they could be doing right now. And yet, Erik doesn't do a single thing to discourage it. He pauses the kiss, yes, but he doesn't actually put any distance between them, he doesn't turn his head away even when he knows Bobby's leaning in for another kiss.

And it's so much more intense, this time. Not a gentle, curious taste of lips, Bobby presses over his mouth like he's a man dying of thirst and Erik's an oasis, breathing life into him. He lets out a soft sound into it, parts his lips in the process, and before he even realizes it, he's tilting his head to deepen the contact, tongue darting out to taste Bobby's mouth. His hand grip Bobby's arms tighter again, pulling him close, and when the kiss breaks again, his own arousal is undeniable in the heat of his gaze, the darkened haze when his pupils blow wide upon hearing those words.

How can he say no to that? How can anyone? It would take a strong man to resist, certainly a stronger man than he is. As soon as that last word is out of Bobby's lips, he's kissing him again, crowding further into his space. One arm slips around Bobby's waist, while his other hand flicks the door to his bedroom open, and Erik is swiftly guiding them inside. ]

[ The voice reprimanding him is now completely gone, replaced only by desire and hunger as his lips remain parted for Erik to explore as much as he can, his own tongue chasing Erik's in a collision and a dance they haven't experienced together before. He allows Erik to guide him inside his room, as the folders he carried with him drop down the floor the instant he reaches up to hold the other man's face with both of his hands.

He doesn't pull away even just for a second as he slowly walks, the back of his leg hitting his bed, forcing him to sit down and inevitably lay on his bed. His tongue sweeps across Erik's mouth, tasting more and more of the man, as if breathing for just one second is a luxury he can't possibly have. He hums his approval into the kiss the more it goes on, loving the way Erik tastes.

Of course, he has to breath at some point, so he briefly lets go, cheeks flushed, blue eyes darker than earlier. Since he laid down on his bed abruptly, his shirt hiked up to his navel, revealing a thick trail of hair disappearing into his waistband. ]

Erik... [ He moans out, heady and needy. ] Please. [ Catching his breath after that heated kiss, Bobby's chest heaves up and down. ] I've always wanted you. Always tried to deny myself, but not anymore. Not tonight. I need you so bad.

[ He pauses, swallows, as he tries to calm his erratic breathing down. The alcohol, of course, has loosened his lips. ] Take me tonight, Erik. I'm all yours.

[ For how long they've both held back from this, the trip from the hallway to the bed happens at neck-breaking speed. Erik doesn't even know how they get there; he just hears the files dropping to the floor, scattering in a mess of papers, the two of them literally just stepping over them until the world tilts, and he's got Bobby on his back on the mattress, Erik kneeling between his legs.

The kiss breaks for just long enough that Erik gets a full view of it: that flushed look on Bobby's face, the darkened heat in his gaze, the way his chest heaves with each deep inhale. The shirt riding up Bobby's torso, revealing thick hair over pale skin, muscles practically begging to be touched. He immediately acquiesces to it, both slipping underneath Bobby's shirt, guiding the fabric higher as he touches more of Bobby's skin, a thumb brushing tentatively over a nipple just to gauge his reaction. ]

Good Lord, Robert, [ he practically growls, leaning down to kiss him again and again. Never getting enough of that delicious taste. ] You have me. You've always had me.

[ He pants softly for breath as his fingers work as quickly as he can manage to unbutton Bobby's shirt, pushing it up his torso and over his head. ]

[ Bobby never could've imagined the moment will come when Erik is on top of him while he's laying on his bed, flushed, aroused, shirt hiked up, lips kiss-swollen. But damn did he dream of this many times either asleep or awake. Most of the time when he dreams of this through the night, Bobby will be waking up with sticky underwear. Right now, it's all a reality and he still can't believe it.

Gazing at Erik with sincere yet lust-filled eyes, Bobby gasps when the other man tentatively brushes over one of his nipples. He bites his bottom lip, suppressing a moan, as that area's pretty sensitive for him. To be fair, he had always been pretty sensitive, something his past partners have always told him. Pretty responsive who they can elicit some sweet sounds from. He wants more of it, craves more of Erik's touch, that it's a relief when he begins to take off his shirt.

He helps him with it, as well as basking in those words Erik just uttered. Once he's shirtless, his naked torso with a smattering of body hair exposed for Erik to see, he rewinds those words in his head. ]

Oh, Erik. [ He grins, hands still cupping the other's face. ] Then, show me. Show me that I've always had you ever since.

[ He is responsive. Erik had entertained that thought before, how Bobby might react to a certain touch, a specific brush of his fingertips, and the reality is undoubtedly better than mere imagination. Not in his wildest dreams did he allow himself this particular scenario, and it still feels almost feverish that it's happening, some kind of hallucination he must be having.

He tugs and yanks at the shirt until it's off, leaning down to kiss Bobby, breaking away so he can press his lips down his neck, across his collarbone. His hands skim down Bobby's sides, gripping his hips, pulling him closer, slotting their hips together while getting his trousers undone. With his abilities, he doesn't even need to use his hands for that.

He does break away from Bobby's skin, however briefly, just so he can pull his own shirt off in one swift movement. One less layer between them, his own torso with some hair but definitely less so than Bobby, lighter and thinner too, the thicker of it disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. ]

[ It does feel like a fever dream, something his imagination had conjured during his moments of ~~weakness~~ lust. But this is undeniably better because it's real and it's happening. And hearing Erik actually like him back in this way makes his heart leap from his chest. This thought process, though, takes backseat the moment Erik begins kissing his lips then down his skin, mapping out his flesh because it's his to take. His breath catches in his throat the second Erik reaches his collarbone, gasping only when the other man begins unbuttoning his trousers using his abilities.

Bobby doesn't know if he's ready to have Erik see his entirety, but he's fueled with so much arousal right now that he doesn't care, doesn't think of the insecurities of being naked with the man he admires. Which, just so happens to lift his shirt up so he can take it off completely. To say Bobby's awestruck will be an understatement.

He had always imagined what Erik looks like without his shirt. Perhaps even touched himself to the image of it in his head. To see it now before him, blue eyes traveling from that broad chest, to those muscular but lean arms, down that flat stomach all adorned by thin body hair, Bobby's enamoured. So much so that he reaches to touch Erik's chest tentatively, fingers brushing over his nipple, too. ]

You look amazing... [ He can't help but whisper, encouraged by the bourbon he drank earlier. ]

[ Erik has a good physique, and he's well aware of it. He's fit, stays in shape, mutant genes working to his own advantage in spite of him already being past fifty. So, it's not like he's unaware that he's attractive. But being the sole focus of Bobby's attention, feeling the warm, heavy weight of his gaze, make the heat in his own chest flare up, pooling right between his legs and making his breath hitch. ]

So do you, [ He murmurs, needing absolutely no encouragement to admit to that much. His hands run down Bobby's torso, fingers brushing through thick hair, thumbs drawing straight down the happy trail that disappears into the waistband of Bobby's underwear. ] Like a work of art. You're beautiful.

[ He grinds his hips, slow, intent. He wants Bobby to feel it, wants him to know just how much this is affecting him. ]

[ To be called a work of art by the man he admires sends Bobby's heart fluttering inside his chest. It's nice to hear compliments from friends and co-workers from time to time, even more so by the previous partners he had, but since Bobby's non-assuming and doesn't have an inflated ego, he always takes them in good faith and with gratitude to boot. But it's different when it's from someone you're attracted to for so long and Bobby knows this all too well now.

His cheeks reddenning from the compliment, as well as his breath hitching when Erik caresses his body, deft fingers brushing over his body hair, Bobby's at a loss for words for a bit. He can only let out sounds of pleasure, especially when Erik grinds his hips slowly against his. He definitely feels that bulge, now fully aware how this is truly affecting the other mutant. He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out in a moan, Erik's name leaving his lips as well. ]

Thanks. [ He manages to breath out, low and husky. ] All yours. [ And not just for tonight either, though Bobby will probably have to reassess that when he's completely sober. But that's a bridge he'll cross when he gets there. ]

[ Bobby's reaction is an even greater delight than Erik could have possibly imagined. He already looked gorgeous spread out on the bed, but with that blush coloring his face, he makes for an even more alluring picture. Erik takes a slow breath, in and out, though it does little to calm him, as his hands curl into Bobby's waistband, tugging the fabric down only slightly.

He leans down then, presses his lips over Bobby's throat, grinds his hips against Bobby once more and moans softly at the relief that friction brings. One of his hands slips into Bobby's trousers, cupping his cock over his underwear and squeezing slowly. Bobby already feels hard against his palm and Erik's hunger for him only doubles, driven to claim when Bobby says those far too inviting words. ]

[ Breath hitching once Erik slowly tugs his waistband ever so slightly, Bobby can't help but let out a sharp gasp the moment Erik finally leans down to press his lips on his throat. This gasp only grows louder as soon as Erik grinds his hips against Bobby, fueling that delicious friction which he rewards with a husky moan.

With parted lips, Bobby lets out another series of moans when Erik cups and squeezes his cock through his underwear. It's maddening the kind of wanton desire surging within him as arches his back to meet Erik, pressing even firmer against the other mutant.

He has never felt this kind of need and hunger from any of his past partners, so this is entirely new to Bobby. He wants to be devoured by this man, claimed by him, take him in various different ways that will destroy him in the best way possible. Hands finding the hair on his nape, Bobby's deft fingers carefully entangle themselves through strands as if finding purchase within them. ]

[ The fingers weaving into his hair make Erik shudder almost from head to toe. He closes his eyes briefly, basking in the sensation, breath hitching when there's a slightest tug on the short strands. His hand tightens on Bobby's cock, stroking him slowly and intently over his underwear, his own hips grinding against Bobby's ass and the back of his thigh.

It's nowhere near close to what Erik wants right now, and before long impatience takes the lead, especially with those delightful noises Bobby's making. With a soft groan, he pulls his hand away, only so he can tug Bobby's trousers off, leaning away and lifting Bobby's legs to get the piece of garment out of the way.

Then, not wasting a breath, he moves to his own trousers, getting them open and pushing them down his thighs. Underwear follows suit, freeing his already hard, thick cock, all the more obviously affected by everything that's happening. And now Bobby doesn't need to use his imagination. ]

[ The way Erik strokes his erect cock through his underwear elicits a series of moans from Bobby's parted lips. The grinding doesn't help either and only has Bobby craving for more, short gasps wafting through the air as Erik continues.

He knows the other mutant will become impatient soon enough, but he doesn't realize it will be this soon. Gasping once Erik begins tugging his trousers off, he lets him remove it from him completely, not caring where it will end up in his room. All he cares about right now is the way he's only in his underwear laying on his bed for Erik to see.

He shouldn't expected the other's trousers and underwear will follow suit, but he's still caught unprepared to see Erik in his full naked glory. His breath hitches at the sight, blue eyes drinking in every little detail as if committing them to memory. Erik looks like a god, and he honestly might as well be, especially when his gaze travels to his huge, hard cock. He licks his lips upon looking at it, not even trying to hide his wanton desire. He knows Erik is large if the bulge through his pants is anything to go by, but he never thought he's this thick and big. ]

Erik... [ He breathes out, finally gazing up to the man's face. ] Your cock, it's...

[ Erik has gotten his fair share of partners over the years, and he's had some reactions to his bare form. This is nothing new; he's aware he's well above average in that department, and a lot of people seem to appreciate that. They appreciate it all the more when Erik actually seems to know how to put it to good use.

And still, the attention Bobby gives him as he strips down to nothing stokes the fire within him, heat spreading from his insides to his skin, hairs standing on end as arousal rolls over every inch of him. He takes a slow breath, but audible, his hands both running down Bobby's sides, tracing over the firm curve of his thighs, just glad that he gets to touch him as much as he likes. For tonight, anyway. ]

Yes... ?

[ He gets the sentiment, but maybe he just wants to hear Bobby say it. Maybe he just likes Bobby running his mouth a little too much, even if it's entirely due to the bourbon. ]

It's really huge and I want it...

[ Bobby almost drawls, the effects of the bourbon definitely loosening his lips. He honestly doesn't know how he wants Erik's cock. He can think of a few places he'd want it, had always imagined it in various ways inside him over the times he had spent with him, as he stares at Erik's entirety.

Letting out a few moans once Erik's hands run over his thighs, Bobby closes his eyes for a bit as if imprinting the image of Erik naked in his mind. Blue eyes open again as one of his hands begin to touch Erik's huge cock, just a tentative curl of his fingers. He doesn't know how he'd want it right now. All he knows is that he had wanted to touch it ever since he had imagined how it'd look like, how it'd taste, how Erik will use to pound into him. ]

Erik, it feels nice in my hand... [ He smiles lazily at the other man, tender and sincere. There's a different kind of honesty that the bourbon definitely gives Bobby, a kind of flush that only alcohol mixed with lust can provide. ]

[ Erik lets out a soft noise at that. Even as every word out of Bobby's lips reminds him that this is only happening because of how much Bobby's had to drink, he still doesn't stop it. Definitely should, but he's too far down that particular rabbit hole to even think about turning back now.

Besides, even if he'd had a moment of hesitation, it's swiftly erased from his mind when Bobby's hand reaches for his erection, skilled fingers curling around the thick girth of him. He shudders first, then lets out a sharper moan, leaning forward and sinking a hand next to Bobby's head, his whole body arching towards him, hips grinding sharply to encourage the touch of that hand. ]

Good Lord, Robert, [ He moans, leans even lower, all but hovering above Bobby as he leans his head in to kiss him again. His own hand finds Bobby's erection, curling around the base and giving it a firm squeeze and short stroke. ] And I want you... so badly. Please— tell me you have something.

[ Anything that can serve as lubricant. Erik doesn't, not even back in his room. It's been a long while since he's done anything like this, after all. ]

[ The reaction he elicits from Erik is enough for Bobby to moan, as well. There's something so primal about how he sounds when he moans, so terribly sexy with the way he all but arches his whole self into him as if his hand gripping his cock is the best thing Erik is experiencing so far. It's both incredibly flattering and arousing at the same time that Bobby plans to receive more of these reactions from the older mutant.

So, when Erik asks about a lubricant, or something that will make it easier for Erik to enter him, he tries to remember of he has one. Bobby knows he just ran out of it a couple of weeks ago, having not had sex for a while, so he doesn't think to refill it. Not when he doesn't expect that his longstanding attraction to Erik will lead to this. ]

I - [ He sighs, disappointment clear on his face. ] I don't think I have something. I didn't expect this will happen, so...

[ His disappointment turns into a little bit of panic, not wanting Erik to turn away from this moment they're now having. ] But maybe we can think of something else? I still want you so badly, Erik.

[ No matter Bobby's answer, the last thing on Erik's mind is leaving right now. Not with the younger mutant naked and lying on his back for him, while he's slotted so perfectly between those spread legs. Even if they can't do everything Erik wants to right now, he's still keen to enjoy this to the fullest, all the more so when, of the two of them, he's the one far more aware of the fact that it's not to last. Bobby's going to wake in the morning completely sober, realize this was all a terrible mistake, and tonight is all Erik is going to get. Whatever he gets to have, he's not going to waste it away. ]

It's alright, darling. Come here.

[ He nudges gently, coaxes Bobby to sit up, getting him to straddle his lap. They're so much closer like this, giving him the wonderful opportunity to kiss Bobby at his own slow, heated pace while his hands roam down Bobby's back, squeezing his ass. Their cocks brush against each other when they move, and Erik eventually slips a hand between them so he can take both erections in a firm grip, fingers long and hand broad enough to manage both their girths. ]

Move with me.

[ His hips shift, buck in gentle urging, expecting Bobby to follow as he starts stroking both their lengths in tandem with the roll of his hips. ]

[ The encouragement goes far, especially when it comes from Erik. It's a complete shame he doesn't have lubricant and they can't go all the way but Bobby's already thankful to have Erik like this with him. Grateful that this is even happening in the first place. With the alcohol surging through his veins and making this possible, Bobby obliges to Erik's request, sitting up so he can straddle the older mutant's lap.

This position does present a lot of opportunities for both of them to get hands on each other, if not also lips. Which they demonstrate now with Erik capturing his lips in a hot kiss. Bobby reciprocates in kind, opening his mouth so he can allow Erik to taste more of him, as well as do the same with the other man. There's something so intoxicating by this, even more intoxicating than the bourbon he just downed.

A sharp gasp escapes his parted lips, that's immediately muffled by their continuous collision of lips, once Erik squeezes his ass. That delicious friction of their cocks grinding against each other as soon as Erik begins to stroke both of them sends a spiral of pleasure coiling down his lower belly. ]

Oh, Erik. Yes, definitely.

[ Words that come out of Bobby as breathless moans, which he doesn't try to suppress, as he begins to move, rolling his hips against Erik, that tantalizing friction igniting flames deep within him. His hands find purchase in Erik's locks, fingers massaging the other man's scalp. ]

You feel so good, Erik... I've wanted this for so long. Imagined you doing this with me all the time.

[ Loose lips will definitely sail this ship. ]

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