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[saintedsin]

@dvkii   /   XXX

     Guilt always lingered around his heart whenever he wasn’t available to help his students, but having a child of his own, Zael was priority and sometimes the redhead needed monitoring. Fortunately for today he only needed to watch for the duration of a gymnastics practice, and that ended at 7:30, giving him enough time to leave and make it to the address on time. Not that Az believed Graham would actually show up, surely there wasn’t an academic emergency to be handled. Still, he was prepared with his book bag just in case.

     It took him 25 minutes to walk to the location, spotting Graham sitting there and waiting. The boy looked incredibly stressed, so Az quickly made himself known to the other. ❝ ...I am surprised you are here... but the company is welcome... ❞ Dark eyes glanced around before he gestured to the doors of the building they were in front of. ❝ ...let us head inside... it is open until nine... ❞ And since it was late the temperature was dropping. Waiting within a café and getting a drink would be a good idea, and maybe help the boy calm down.

     Az stepped aside to let Graham inside first, idly looking at the younger. ❝ ...are you actually here for tutoring... or did you want to speak with me about something...? ❞ Clever of the student if he used this opportunity to talk in private. Talking about possible problems within the classroom could lead to information being withheld. Az was no therapist, but with his own child in college, maybe he could be of some use. 

[lionfangeda]

‘ i told you not to touch me. ‘

his knuckles ached. dull, throbbing, blanched still from fist still being clenched, surely it was a minor pain in the wake of what he did to graham. gilded eyes scoured his handiwork -- and he felt the pain pale in contrast to the dark satisfaction bleeding in. skin splintering, splitting apart where impact had been made, rivulets of red already running down, dripping off his chin and onto his shirt. graham, a thorough mess. perhaps with a hit as hard as that, it’d knock sensibility back into his brain.

‘ why don’t you stop? why do you do this to yourself, to me? ‘

@dvkii // sc.

[lionfangeda]

dvkii replied to your post: graham ? B)

why can’t senpai love me )):

‘ ugh. ‘

[lionfangeda]

‘ fine, fine, you can tag along -- if you ask one more time, i am going to explode. ‘

@dvkii // sc.

[lionfangeda]

BEGIN. // @dvkii

‘ simply be up front if you want something. being gawked at is annoying -- but you caught me on a good day. i’ll allow it to slide. ‘

with a shift of the hands came the snap of his newspaper. a page was turned, and gilded eyes taking pause from his reading to properly address his... admirer. mundane. ordinary. symmetrical piercings, stark black gaze, boring in deep seconds before, but now flustered, turned sharp away. he hadn’t been unwitting to his gaze crawling across him before, lingering and unwanted. the little, encroaching roach was not the first, nor the last, to invade his personal space with his eyes.

‘ think nothing of it. ‘ think everything of it, rodent. ‘ was there something you wanted, or may i return to my reading? ‘

[saintedsin]

@dvkii

     Eyes scanned over the classroom, watching students take the last of their notes as he held an eraser to the board. Any other Professor would have used a laptop connected to a projector, but Az was old fashioned, much like the languages he knew and taught. 

     His lesson on French for the day was coming to an end, words slowly disappearing from sight as he wiped them away. When the last one vanished Az put the eraser down to address the class. ❝ ...Due tomorrow is a letter for a person of your choice... two pages, handwritten, and it must use five new words we reviewed today... ❞ There were a few quiet groans at the idea of having to do a handwritten letter, Az silently sighing at the dependence to typing. Not everything had to be done on a screen.

     When the complaints ended and young adults began shuffling to leave the room, Az moved over to his desk. ❝ ...I will be here for an hour... See me if necessary... ❞ Idly he watched as almost all of his students just left, and he was sure many of them wouldn’t come back before he was gone. Unfortunate, but at least a couple would return after grabbing a bite to eat. 

     ❝ ... ... ❞ Gaze moved from the door to the one student who chose to stay. Graham, a rare dedicated learner. Az would be a liar if he said the young man wasn’t a favorite of his. Much better than the dunces that sat in the back. ❝ ...Thank you for staying... What can I do for you, Mr. Wright...? ❞

[biigmac-blog]

     @dvkii 

     His hands were on his shoulders as soon as he got close enough to him to touch. Smoothing up under his shirt, he rubbed against the soft skin wanting to remove his clothing but something was running through his head. He was feeling something. No, not arousal -- that wouldn’t have crossed his mind. No, he was feeling something different. They had gone out today, nothing big -- though it probably was for Autumn seeing as Mac had gotten him to leave the house without too much of a struggle. A casual walk to get something to eat had turned into something he hadn’t expected. Sure, he knew Autumn was attractive. He was top ten in the fanclub. He was president, vice president and treasurer -- just to keep the positions from anyone else. Autumn was attractive, made a living on it and his fashion sense. Mac knew this.       But seeing other people in person acknowledging it was something different. They’d done it before, sure. He’d caught glances made towards Autumn, heard things that were said in hushed voices -- but they hadn’t bothered him like this before. Not like this. He didn’t really know how to place what he was feeling. When those men, around his height and build -- had lingered their eyes on Autumn’s bare thighs a little too long . . When those men had undressed him with their eyes, whispered to one another and Mac could tell what they were saying without words actually reaching their ears -- he was furious. Thankfully it had been after they’d eaten. Had it been before, he would have done exactly what he had -- wrapped an arm around Autumn’s waste and led them back to their shared apartment without a care. Well, without a care for dinner. There was much care in his mind through the silent walk.       He was pretty sure he knew what this feeling was, but that didn’t make sense so it didn’t fully enter his mind. Jealousy wasn’t something Mac felt. Mac was free loving. Girls he dated could sleep with other people, love wasn’t something he was very well acquainted with. Sex was. Sex, lust, desire -- the need to be physically intimate with someone was almost all he knew. Which was why that was how he was feeling with this. He wanted to go back to those men and bust their pretty little faces in. He wanted to put his hand in Autumn’s back pockets to show them that he was his. Autumn belonged to him. But he couldn’t. Because Autumn didn’t.       Autumn was his roommate. And that was how Mac liked it. Wasn’t it?      He hadn’t said more than five words to the other since they left the fuckheads behind. Even now with his hands coasting over the smooth shoulders, slipping away to push up his shirt and press his mouth to the back of his neck -- words weren’t coming to him. Mac was silent and steady, eyes closed as he touched and pawed over Autumn before they even made it past their living room. He wasn’t asking for permission, or begging him like he usually was. His hands moved up Autumn’s shirt -- smoothing over that flat stomach and skirting past where ribs could be touched by his fingertips. He stood behind him, his mouth on his neck. Tongue and teeth tugged at the piercing on his nape as he pulled the shorter teens body closer to his -- rutting his hardening cock through his pants against the soft ass he knew too well. A little tug to the dermal and his mouth was back to kissing. His fingers found his nipples, ghosting over the buds as his own breathing hitched.       He wanted to dominate him. Mac wanted to worship him, to touch every inch of him with tongue teeth and fingers. He wanted to breath him in, taste himself on Autumn’s lips. He was angry -- he was still angry. He was angry and something more. People had looked at Autumn before, sure -- but he didn’t want it. He didn’t want it when he couldn’t do anything about it past lead him home. Autumn wasn’t his, but in some way -- he was. Wasn’t he? A silent agreement between the two, a verbal one of never leaving him alone. Autumn knew more about him than anyone else. Autumn was closer to him than anyone else. They didn’t need labels or petty words like jealously. They just needed one another.       “Dandy,” his voice was hot against his neck, leaning even further into nose his shirt collar to the side and nip kisses to his shoulder blade. “Dandy -- “

[biigmac-blog]

     @dvkii

     “Guess who got PAID!” Kicking open the door to      his roommates room, he wasted no time in DIVE      BOMBING into the bed before him with a loud laugh,      waving the check around in his hand. “Fetish porn      DOES pay off! Never let people tell you you      can’t live your dreams! Let’s go shopping, kitten!”