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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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[ 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. ]

[ Erik definitely wouldn't end things here just because they don't have lubricant right now. Granted, there are a number of reasons why he should end things right now, why he shouldn't even have let them escalate to begin with, but if he's ignoring those then he sure isn't going to let something that small stop him.

And this? It's still lovely. He still gets to have Bobby in his arms, feel every inch of him in an entirely different way. Bobby is louder than he expected, and part of him thinks he probably should get him to quiet down, but that's a thought he quickly ignores when the sound of Bobby's needy moans fall like sweet, warm music in his ears. ]

You have no idea, [ he shudders, letting out a groan of his own as those fingers work through his hair. He rocks his hips, hand moving at a slow pace, gasping as their erections rub together with each move. ] You have... driven me to distraction. I can't shake the thought of you from my mind, the sound of your voice, the way you smile. Pictured how you'd look if I were to just take your face in my hands and kiss you halfway through your class.

[ The thoughts have plagued him enough times, followed him into his sleep, woken him up in the middle of the night with a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a hard-on between his legs. The fact that he even gets to have Bobby this close seems unthinkable. ]

[ As soon as the bourbon has killed much of his inhibitions and mixed with the wanton desire that begin to fuel his entirety, Bobby couldn't care less if he's making a ruckus. To be fair, the rooms beside him are either vacant or the occupant is on vacation. No one would be able to hear them unless they snoop. As Bobby rocks his hips in time with Erik's, making sure to have more of that friction, more of Erik stroking their hard cocks together, his fingers pull a little at Erik's hair. It's gentle yet also a bit forceful as Bobby crashes his lips against Erik's to taste more of this man he craves.

He only pulls away for breath, lips still dangerously close against Erik's, breath ghosting the other's lips. ]

Oh, yeah? I've always imagined you on top of me on my desk, taking me and claiming me like I've always been yours.

[ Bobby moans, arching his back once more, a smirk tugging up his lips. ] Imagined you kissing me all over... Imagined myself sucking your cock. God, Erik. I wanna be yours. [ And Bobby leans in again, as if Erik's lips provide him air that keeps him alive. ]

[ That tug of hair, however gentle, is still firm enough to get a sharp groan from Erik, lips parted and breath shallow, his hand tighter around both their cocks, stroking them faster still. Just having Bobby this close would already be enough to drive him mad, but to feel his erection pressed so tightly against his own, and have those fingers weave and tug at his hair like that send that arousal spiking even higher.

And then Bobby says those words, and Erik's whole body feels like it's being set on fire. His arm around Bobby curls tighter, his hips rocking more roughly against the other mutant, his hand working their lengths in quicker strokes, fingers squeezing and pressing, fingertips rubbing against the heads with each upwards stroke. ]

Robert— ah, shit, [ He moans, shuddering from the words alone, the mental image, those last few words practically dragging a cry from him. I wanna be yours. ] I'm never— going to stop picturing that. Your mouth on me, you... I want you so badly.

[ Like this, and in every single sense of the word. In ways that can only be spoken late in the night, after one drink too many, before reality catches up to them. Right now Bobby can be his, and he's glad to let Bobby have him too. and tomorrow may as well not even exist, for all he cares.

He dips his head into the kiss, gasping and moaning with every tight stroke of his hand. Precome leaks from the tip of his cock, making it all the easier for his hand to glide over their shafts, and he's so close already but he doesn't give a damn even if they come too fast. He's waited long enough for this. ]

[ Bobby can feel his cock leaking, too, and it's a natural progression for him now that Erik's words and sounds are igniting the liquid fire coursing through his veins. He rolls his hips into that expert hand, breathless, and enveloped by wanton desire. Tonight, he's going to indulge and have Erik in all the ways that matter. Let Erik have him in various ways they can think of. ]

Mm, Erik... [ The other mutant's name is ubiquitous on his lips, perpetually escaping with each drawn breath. ] Come for me, please.

[ He knows he's also close, the way their bodies are moving not helping the rise and coil of heat in his lower belly. His hard shaft continues to exude precome, making Erik's job easier. He leans in again to kiss Erik, messy, hot, and deep, but also sweet and tender as if he's kissing someone he had always wanted to kiss for a very long time. ]

Erik, I'm close... [ He pants, breath close and touching Erik's lips, his eyes dark and heavy as they stare deep into the other mutant's. He dips in again, pressing quick pecks onto Erik's lips. ] Can we come together? I wanna come with you...

[ Like Erik, he doesn't care if they're going to come soon. They both need it at this point. ]

[ They're both so close, Erik can feel it in the urgency of their movements, the erratic pace of their hips. The way Bobby gets just a little louder, how he moans Erik's name. Both cocks leaking more with each passing second, Erik's own mind spinning with the heat of their pace, their closeness, more than his wildest imaginings.

He groans when Bobby breathes out his name, panting hotly, clinging to him. His fingers tighten, the pace of his hand fast now, urgent, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching. His other arm clutches tighter around Bobby, keeping him as close to him as possible. Lord knows if he'll ever get to have that again. ]

I am, Robert, hah— [ Whatever words he manages fade into incoherent noises, moans and gasps as he edges closer to his climax, and finally comes with a sharp roll of his hips, a tighter stroke of his hand over both heads of their cocks, jets of hot cum spilling onto Bobby's stomach, covering his own fingers. Blissful white takes over his brain, but his gaze never leaves Bobby's face, wanting to etch every detail of it as it comes into his own mind. ]

[ As their movements become more erratic, more unhinged, Bobby knows they're pretty close to their peaks. With everything he has, he plans to reach it together with Erik just as he promised in breathless whispers. As he continues to thrust and roll his hips in time with Erik's strokes, Bobby is never quiet, his room filling with his sounds, as well as Erik's.

The second he senses the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm, Bobby moans, Erik's name leaving his lips in sharp gasps. He throws his head back momentarily when he comes, streams of hot white shooting out of his cock, spilling onto Erik's stomach and coating his talented fingers. He tries to catch his breath, cheeks flushed, blue eyes dark in ecstasy.

Bobby catches Erik's expression, though, when the other mutant releases, intent in committing it to memory, knowing that this might be the last time (for now) that he'll see it. It's everything he imagined and more, this magnetic force of a man tantalizing in every way possible.

He leans down again, eager to capture Erik's lips while they ride down the high for their joined orgasm. The kiss is demanding, yet tender and passionate, as Bobby yearns to taste more of Erik, craves the other mutant even after their shared climaxes. With every fiber of his being, he doesn't want this night to end. ]

[ For those long seconds, it's pure bliss, more than anything Erik thought he'd get to have. The warmth of their bodies joined, feeling Bobby's weight in his arms, his breath against his lips, his skin, warming the very air Erik breathes. Every inhale comes with more thoughts of Bobby, the scent of him; it's intoxicating. More than any amount of bourbon he could have had tonight.

The kiss is returned without hesitation, without thought. A desperate attempt to let this moment linger, stretch it out for as long as he possibly can. He doesn't want to think about morning, about what happens when this is over. He just wants to be in the here and now for however long possible.

Still chasing after Bobby's lips, he slowly guides him down onto the mattress, he too lying down next to Bobby. He kisses Bobby's cheek, closing his eyes as he all but buries his face in his neck, the arm around the younger mutant's waist still holding tightly, keeping him close.

He doesn't speak a single word, though. Too afraid that the mere sound of his voice will break this temporary spell. ]

[ When Erik slowly guides him down back onto his mattress, his back hitting the soft cushion, Bobby lets out a hum of approval muffled by the kiss. With the buzz brought by the bourbon, he briefly wonders if he can have the mutation to freeze time, just so he can this moment stand still. Have the world fall away and preserve this night for them.

He cuddles against Erik, pressing close even with the mess of their fluids coating their lower bodies. There's no time to clean all that up, just enough to savor this moment he's having with the other mutant. He brings up a hand to caress the back of Erik's head, fingers curling through short locks. Turning his head a little, Bobby presses a tender kiss on the other's temple while he holds him closer. ]

Hey, Erik.

[ It's soft and small, nudging the other man to look at him. Once Erik does, blue meeting blue once again, Bobby faces him, gradually memorizing how the other mutant looks in this exact moment. Handsome, very attractive, his. ]

Let's forget everything for now. Tonight, I'm yours. [ Bobby leans in to kiss his nose, his forehead, his eyelids. He wants to memorize that face with his lips, too. ]

[ It feels like absolute perfection, right now. He knows it won't last, and he doesn't even want to think about the moment it all comes crashing down around them. He thinks it might just happen the moment one of them speaks, but when Bobby says his name— it doesn't. It makes his chest tighten, his heart double in pace, but the bubble built around them stays there, intact.

He lifts his gaze to meet Bobby's, feeling far too vulnerable, far too exposed, as if Bobby can see right into him when they're close like this. Surprisingly, it doesn't scare him as much as he thought it might.

Lips pressed thinly, he studies Bobby's face, then closes his eyes as the younger mutant begins kissing his face. He finds Bobby's hand and presses it to his own chest, a barely-there smile on his lips by the time Bobby leans away again. ]

I'm yours too. [ Said very quietly, like a secret; like an oath. You've always had me— he meant that wholeheartedly. ]

[ It's the way Erik says it that has something deep within Bobby clenching fierce. He doesn't know what it is, and right now, he doesn't seem too keen to care. He might as well die by a thousand cuts and he still won't bat an eyelash if it means being this close to Erik, holding him like it's the last night they'll have together.

Maybe Bobby can see him right through him. Perhaps there's beauty in this vulnerability they're now sharing. Whatever it is, Bobby basks in it, savors it until the clock strikes midnight and the spell breaks. It doesn't, though, not for them. Not for their tired souls clearly yearning for each other.

Leaning down, he rubs his nose against Erik's, a warm grin curling up his lips as he does so. ]

I'm not tired and I don't wanna sleep. Kinda just wanna talk to you while we're like this. You? [ Talk about anything and everything, really. He just doesn't want daylight to come. ]

[ That remark actually earns an amused chuckle from Erik, his concerns bleeding away with each passing second, each drawn-out moment of intimacy between them. It's so easy to forget they're on borrowed time. Erik doesn't want tonight to end either.

Bobby may not feel tired, but he has a feeling the younger mutant is going to fall asleep as soon as the bliss of his orgasm wears off, and the alcohol and long hours catch up to him. It's fine, Erik tells himself. For now he can just pretend like they really will get to stay up and talk for hours. ]

I'm not falling asleep. [ Not here, and definitely not back in his room. He's going to stay awake and go over this moment over and over again, obsessively so, because he knows himself far too well. ] What do you want to talk about?

[ The effects of the bourbon is still very much palpable with how Bobby reacts and talks, but he's thankful for the good buzz, for the courage it conveniently provides. He actually doesn't have a specific topic he wants to talk about with Erik. Frankly, he just selfishly wants to have the man like this for a few more seconds, for a further few minutes, hours, days, weeks. Bobby doesn't care. He just wants Erik.

So, even when he feels drowsiness begin to chase him, he powers through. With a smile on his lips, Bobby holds Erik in his gaze, fond and serene. One hand comes up to brush the other's hair lovingly, as if entranced and bewitched. ]

Anything, really. [ Bobby chuckles, enchanted to meet those blue eyes with his own. ] Maybe we can start on when you began liking me? [ There's a playful glint in those eyes now. ]

[ Erik drapes an arm over Bobby's midsection, letting his leg tangle between Bobby's. They haven't even bothered getting under the covers, and he's sure that soon enough they're going to start feeling the cold. He wonders whether Bobby will fall asleep before then.

That question is definitely dangerous and one he shouldn't be entertaining with an answer. Bobby's not drunk enough to forget any of this. Still, he can manage to make it somewhat vague, and besides, it's not like it's a lie when he answers. ]

I don't know that there was just this one specific moment. I simply started caring about you in the times we've spent alone. I felt just as drawn to you as you did me.

[ An almost magnetic pull, but stronger somehow. Different, and definitely nothing to do with their respective powers.

He hesitates to say more, fully aware that turning the question around may just lead them both down a complicated path. Especially with Bobby's inhibitions lowered, and his filters virtually gone. ]

What about you?

[ Their proximity on Bobby's bed like this is something he'll remember for a very long time. The feeling of skin against skin, the warmth and affection both of them has for each other, they're things he'll definitely commit to memory and stash away somewhere on a shelf for safekeeping.

Being drawn to each other isn't really surprising, to be honest, given how much attraction they have for each other. So, his smile only widens upon confirming this from Erik. It's a good enough answer, one that Bobby doesn't think need any further explanation. He's content with it.

When Erik asks him the same, though, he chuckles a little. ]

Hmm. Well. Guess when I was still your student, to be honest. You were my crush back then. [ He giggles once he remembers his silly schoolboy crush. ] Of course, I'm still struggling to realize I like men, too, but I was smitten by you, no doubt. Kinda complicated, huh? [ He won't admit just how much he fantasized about Erik during his younger years. ]

But that was just a silly crush. I only really developed a liking to you, in this way, when you began helping me. When you didn't give up on me and empowered me to do better. [ His smile turns softer, leaning in just a little closer so his breath ghosts against Erik's lips. ]

When you see me like no one else has.

[ That is a little surprising, admittedly. Erik's eyebrows raise at that, whatever concerns he has about tonight (or rather, the following morning) set aside entirely. He's determined to enjoy at least this one precious moment between them. ]

Well, I think you were a little too young for me then.

[ There's still the same age difference, obviously, but— well, Erik just means he definitely never looked at Bobby that way then. Only got his attention drawn to the other man when he came back to the school as a teacher. Older, certainly more handsome than cute. He is still amused to picture Bobby as a teenager, harboring a harmless crush on him. ]

It was the same for me, then. I've admired the way you work so hard. You're very determined, I like that. And... well, you are very handsome. I can't say I mind getting to look at you as much as I please.

[ Which he does more often when they're alone. No one else around to notice anything off about the unreasonable amount of attention Erik directs Bobby's way. ]

[ As harmless as that crush was, Bobby sure liked every minute of it. This is why even if he finds his own students' crushes for him to be troublesome, he can understand it because he was one of them once upon a time. He was also attracted, albeit in secret, to his own teacher who was patient with him back then as he is now.

The compliments elicit a soft blush adorning Bobby's cheeks. He smiles even more fondly, reaching up a hand to brush Erik's locks once again, gentle fingers stroking his scalp as if massaging it. ]

Very handsome, huh? So that's why I catch you staring sometimes. I thought I had something on my face. Almost made me insecure because the man I like might think there's something wrong with my face or something. [ He chuckles, briefly kissing Erik's cheek. ]

Good thing you just find me handsome, then. [ A pause, his smile broadening. ] Guess that's also the reason why I can't help staring at you, too.

[ A tale as old as time, it seems. Students looking up to a guiding figure and being charmed isn't entirely unreasonable, and in a way it's a sign that Erik wasn't so bad as a teacher. The same could be said for Bobby and his own students' crushes on him. It can become a little tricky, but so long as no lines are crossed, a harmless crush is hurting no one.

So, Erik's not bothered at all when Bobby admits to that. Perhaps better that he only learns about it now, because he would feel this would be far more inappropriate if he had been aware all along that he drew Bobby's attention like that back then. ]

There is absolutely nothing wrong with your face, [ He reassures Bobby with a small smile, hand brushing idly down his side. ] I didn't know I was that obvious. Guess that means neither of us are good at being discrete.

[ Because he has definitely noticed Bobby looking at him too. ]

[ He'll never admit to the more inappropriate fantasies he had of Erik when he was still a student, driven by teenage hormones and the desire for something he can't have. Right now, though, he has the apple of his eye on his bed and admitting to the same attraction he had when they began spending time together. It's almost surreal.

Erik's admission, though, to not being good at discretion earns another soft chuckle from the younger mutant. Bobby Drake has never been good at being subtle, so this comes without any surprise to him. ]

Well, I guess I'm never good at being discreet, to be honest. It's okay, I appreciate the lingering glances. [ He leans in to give Erik's lips a soft kiss. ] Especially now that I know it's because I'm handsome.

[ Oh, he would certainly call them inappropriate, and yet, learning of them now would likely only serve to arouse him. Just thinking of how long Bobby has fantasized about him, wanted him in this way, would further fuel his own attraction for the younger mutant. ]

As do I. [ He's not entirely sure that the rest of the board does, if they're really that obvious, but that's not an issue currently plaguing him. He brushes his knuckles down Bobby's cheek and jaw, tracing his throat, before he leans in for a kiss, slow and soft but lingering, taking his time to taste Bobby's lips as much as he can. While he does, his hand reaches behind Bobby to tug down his bed covers, trying to coax Bobby to get underneath them with him. ]

[ Bobby returns the slow and soft kiss as if memorizing the taste and feel of Erik's lips. As if this is the first time their lips are colliding with each other. It's true that his attraction for Erik was inappropriate then, but isn't it still inappropriate now?

He doesn't give this much thought, focused only with squeezing inside the bed covers with Erik as they continue to explore each other's mouths. Once he pulls away, Bobby does the same thing with Erik's cheek, knuckles tracing soft skin. ]

I don't want this night to end, Erik. [ He bites back a yawn that's threatening to escape. ] Tell me again why I'm handsome. Why you like me.

[ Letting the night drag on is definitely tempting, but Erik knows that even staying awake, the sun will come up eventually, and it will be all the more difficult to crawl out of this bed if Bobby's still awake, asking him to stay.

He can't stay. Realistically, he knows that. But he still crawls closer to the other mutant under those covers, as if settling in for the night. ]

I'll tell you, but you have to promise to close your eyes. [ He knows Bobby's close to falling asleep. This will only make it easier. ]

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