can i please see you after class? | s/t au.
Feeling Campbell’s hands holding him in place every time he slid home shouldn’t have been such a turn-on, but paired with the desperate groans and hitches in the man’s voice… Dean couldn’t help groaning lightly around Campbell, forehead hitting his arm as he took the other man’s length into his throat again. He stayed still for longer every single time, knowing that he was being tested— and he could take it all for however long the other man wanted, no problem. Campbell sounded so fucking wrecked, his satisfaction more than obvious; it made Dean groan again, the sound catching in his throat as his tongue circled the head of his professor’s length. He could feel himself throb at the sound of that desperation, at knowing that he’d dragged the unmovable Professor Campbell— every co-ed’s untouchable schoolgirl fantasy— to sounding like that.
Dean pulled all the way off Campbell’s cock to give him a few firm strokes, raising his eyes to meet the other man’s gaze. He knew he probably looked well-fucked already, with his lips swollen and hair mussed from the hands still tangled through the short strands. The thought made the slightest of smirks quirk the corner of his mouth. “You close, Teach? Wanna come all over my face, in my mouth? All over my pretty lips?” He flashed a rakish grin, leaning in to mouth at the head of Campbell’s cock as he stroked. All the while, his green eyes didn’t waver from the other’s face for a second— even as he tongued at the slit, pressing hot almost-kisses like promises down the length. “You want that, don’t you?” Dean murmured against the heated flesh, voice falling an octave as he licked under the head, staring up at Campbell as he resumed his long strokes. “Wanna watch me swallow it all down?” Dean hoped so. He groaned quietly at the very thought. Without the muffling effect of a cock down his throat, the sound was a low rumble; Dean’s free hand returned to the prominent bulge in his jeans, giving himself a nice squeeze. “C’mon Teach, give it to me,” he murmured, parting his lips and tilting his head back as an obscene invitation.
The way that Dean kept him in his mouth for longer each time he slipped all the way in both surprised and impressed Sam. It was as if Dean knew that he was being tested and was determined to ace it with flying colors and, so far, he was. Another groan fell from his lips as the student’s tongue circled his head and his hips bucked involuntarily, his length slipping into Dean’s mouth again that only elicited another groan. Thank God that the university had invested in sound-proof walls because he was fairly certain that, if the walls were thinner, the class next door would be listening to the soundtrack featuring Sam’s glorious groans and, while it seemed to be music to Dean’s ears,, not everyone would agree with him. Dean looking up at him through his lashes and asking him if he wanted to come all over his face almost made him shoot his load right then and there but his hand quickly moved to hold the base of his cock, making sure he didn’t come too early (he wasn’t about to embarrass himself, come on now). “God, yeah, I am..” He nodded, his thumb stroking Dean’s cheek lightly as his tongue worked on his slit, the sensation making every nerve ending on his body ache in anticipation. “Fuck, Dean…” He trailed off, cut off by a groan as his tongue licked at the underside of his length.
“Why?” He paused after the question, taking a moment to catch his breath and recompose himself before continuing. “Do you want me to come on your pretty face? Those beautiful lips of yours were made to wrap around my cock, holy fuck. Don’t even know how beautiful you look from up here..” Campbell trails off again, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he struggled to contain another moan when he noticed Dean’s hand moving to squeeze the bulge that was now obvious in his dark wash jeans. As soon as Dean tilted his head back with parted lips, Sam knew he was done for. All it took was a couple of more long strokes and Sam tugged Dean’s face further back, the head of his cock tracing his lips again as the familiar heat pooled at the pit of his stomach. “M’gonna come, baby.” He muttered under his breath, his hips bucking once more as he came quickly, streaks of his come landing all over Dean’s face and mouth -- a sight to see. Sam continued stroking himself as he came off his high and leaned back against the whiteboard as he finished, catching his breath slowly. “D’you like that?” He murmured, glancing down at a come-covered Dean.