LE PRIX D'AMOUR.

[hisprofessor-blog]

histudent.

          and like moth to flame does this boy entice him. words and actions, subtle or forthright             though all salacious, he finds them a feat of provocation ( and all triumphant ). he finds ice             in his bones, air sticking to his throat, inferno tickling at his skin and biting at his ears with             all the ferocity of this boy’s intent. and own lips, a muted cerise, do part, tongue offering a             string of words though they do not translate as teasing kisses threaten his neck and nerves.                   ‘ i want to.  .  .                   cecil, j'ai envie de toi, please, cecil.                i need you. ’             and he’s almost breaking at the seams, not a clue as what to say, every thought a ghost in             his head.                          ‘ tu me rends fou, cecil, j'en prie. i want to touch you, mon ange.             i want to take off your clothes and kiss you everywhere. chéri, i want to kiss you softly first             and rougher when you mewl.                  i want to leave bite marks and bruises, bien aimé,             je veux que tu fasses sucér mon bite, je veux te baiser.  .  . i want to be inside you, cecil,                                 s'il te plait.  .  .                                                                  please. ’

[hisprofessor-blog]

histudent.

          coaxing words from lips so tender cause heartbeats to flutter like paper wings             against his chest. other’s slender figure felt almost tangled with his own :: and with the             weight, though light, he fell back against surface of cold wood littered with papers.             pads of fingers curling and crinkling work, old and new, as mouths clashed. a lack of             romance in such a kiss, filled with force and vigor, an air of lust thick in it all. so, as the             kiss released, tongue slicked own lips with saliva, lids heavy over beryl hues. complexion             flushed with rubicund embarrassment and desire. expression twisting into coy temptation.            hands unsteady, though still creeping forward, a need to run over other’s marble dermis.             ‘ cecil— you.  .  . please i-i.  .  . i want you to–--- h-how do you.  .  . want me to beg ? ’

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[hisprofessor-blog]

         and his skin like fire he’s surely found himself powerless. only a venture to assist a              teacher’s student and he’s been cornered like a hunter’s choice of prey. his hands shake             like nerves are doused in wintry cold though fingertips alight--- they’d now look to r o a m             but self control tells him otherwise. pushed against his desk hands run over stray paper and             smooth wood :: an attempt to stable such reckless hands he doubts can stay idle long. and             as pink lips ( those that goad him on so far ) press against the delicate flesh of his neck he             shudders a gasp. and his voice struggles against his everything, but he grazes teeth over             own lips and can only manage words a stutter of pained submission.              ‘ cecil, i.  .  . you—-– just d–don’t.  .  . stop .. ’

[kabedonkatsu]

—AND THE ASTRONAUT SAID.   .   .                      ‘i want to go home.’

AND SO GROUND CONTROL SAID.  .  .              ‘then come home.’

AND SO THE STARS SAID.  .  .                                   ‘then come home.’

[hisprofessor-blog]

                 oh yes and if you want me i will be here !

[hisprofessor-blog]

                 slam dunks myself on here. y’all have probably figured this out yerselves b u t i won’t be back for awhile. idk when i’ll return. i just don’t really have any muse for or confidence in lance rn iDK. ahhh but eh it’d be great if y’all stuck around so i’m not lonely when i’m bac k ? ? ???? ? ? ? but u do u honestly

[hisprofessor-blog]

                 oh yes and if you want me i will be here !

[hisprofessor-blog]

                 slam dunks myself on here. y’all have probably figured this out yerselves b u t i won’t be back for awhile. idk when i’ll return. i just don’t really have any muse for or confidence in lance rn iDK. ahhh but eh it’d be great if y’all stuck around so i’m not lonely when i’m bac k ? ? ???? ? ? ? but u do u honestly

[ramenblue]

          IT’S A LITTLE CHEESY.

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[hisprofessor-blog]

histudent.

           he feels nothing   short of astonishment, lack of anticipation yet knowing well of his thoughtless intent to lay bare his want. he strikes him abash, frozen chest as he attempts to ease off the addictive that is he. ( they say ignor- -ance is bliss, but cecil be damned it’s torture. ) ‘ yes, sir, i would like that. ’

              a hitch in his heart. nerves all split ends and stomach all fluttering wings ! at the words of uncanny respect. ‘ ah, well. . . ’ cursory shuffling of stray papers, ( the boy’s got him all jitters and sparks ) he brings sheet to light and offers it with punctilious hands. ‘ i could treat you to pastries. perhaps ice cream ? or, maybe, you would like coffee ? ’

[incheer-blog]

                       COME ON, SHIRATORIZAWA !

                                                                 ind. sel. haikyuu!! original character. written by phen.

[hisprofessor-blog]

histudent.

            flirtatious efforts prove a lack of well read response in light of instigated remarks.     he sighs, a sensual sound, as arms cross o’er a lithe chest and doe eyes flicker with mischievous intent from beneath ebony lashes.  a vixen is he, but oblivion riddles his charm useless.      ‘ of course, professor. and thank you, i’d appreciate it.         after all i wouldn’t want to let you down by getting bad scores after all the help you’ve given me, it is the least i can do.  ’

           chartreuse hued eyes only widen in slight, a pang of consternation, dull in his chest. a palm to his cheek and a sigh passes through soft lips of pale pink.       ‘ mon chéri, have i done you wrong ?      oh, well. . . perhaps i could provide you with the list. . . bonté divine. . . and thereafter i could treat you to something much better than studying. ’

[hisprofessor-blog]

histudent.

         ‘ i’m sure we can make it a quick session, then. if it’s not enough time               we can always do a full lesson later.’

           ‘  what a brilliant idea, cecil. i trust you’ve been studying your french diligently ?                  i could give you the vocabulary i had planned for next week. ’

[hisprofessor-blog]

histudent.

               ‘ when is a good time to come in for those private lessons, professor ? ’

@hisprofessor.

              ‘ i’d say now is as good a time as any. . . however, i do have plans in a few hours. ’

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[histudent-blog]

     cecil was a delicate mystery, distant from others with walls as high as         olympus. borne of winter night and spring chill — a vast garden of temptation.       however, lancelot was among the grey ashes of summer thrill.           a        thriving soul, charmed heart; he was the sun incarnate in youth.

[hisprofessor-blog]

                                             LE PRIX DE AMOUR.        

                                            makai ouji original character. ind. sel.                                                              written by cat.