Picking up directly from my previous ask-
Grian is eating his lunch in Scar’s classroom when he brings up the subject. He swallows the bite of his sandwich and ends the comfortable silence with a casual, “I’ve been practicing what you taught me.”
Scar arches an eyebrow, “About (insert school subject thing here)?”
Grian shakes his head, “Not exactly…” he shifts in his seat, “I’ve been…” he leans in and lowers his voice, “getting off..”
Scar nearly chokes on his food as a pang of arousal shoots right to his crotch, but he covers it with a cough, “Oh yeah? What have you uh,,” Scar.. don’t go there.. this is so many levels of inappropriate. His mind screams at him, but the boy is opening up to him! It’d be rude to shut him down! “What have you been doing?”
Grian fidgets with his hands, “W-well, the,, the. Fingering my clip,, that’s what it’s called, right? ‘Clip?’”
Scar swallows a moan, shaking his head and mumbling a gentle correction.
Grian flushes, “Right,, uh.. my clit then…” he trails off, “And um.. it feels really good! And I wanna,, try more…” he looks off, “But I don’t really know how..”
Scar grips his thigh beneath his desk, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut as he nods, listening intently and trying very hard not to think about what Grian could mean by that.
“And well,, you were so helpful last time…” he smiles, innocently admitting, “I always think back to your instructions whenever I touch myself.”
Scar’s cock twitches hard in his khakis, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning at the thought of his favorite student cumming to the thought of him.
“So,, I was wondering if you could teach me more? Like.. maybe,,” he blushes, mumbling, “fingers going inside.. stuff?”
His blood rushes south as Scar’s cock stiffens against the taught fabric. This kid is standing in front of him. Asking Scar to finger him… and he’s just supposed to resist? Do the professional thing and keep his hands out of this boy’s pants? He’s gonna be the death of him.
Scar grips his thigh hard enough to bruise, leveling his breath before responding as calmly as he can, “I think… you could get some information from the guidance counselor or the school nurse… maybe research some websites on puberty-”
Fear flashes in Grian’s eyes as he rushes behind Scar’s desk to close the distance, “No! No- I don’t-” he bites his lip, “my parents have a filter on our wifi… they see any websites I visit..” he fidgets with his hands, “And I…” He hesitates for a moment before looking up at Scar, eyes wide and innocent,, vulnerable as he admits, “I only trust you with this…”
Scar pauses for one last moment, forcing himself to really think about what he’s about to do. To decide if he’s really about to cross the line into full-on groomer territory… He weighs all his options, and fuck- how could he resist the eager, inviting boy that stands before him, rubbing his thighs together as he shifts nervously on his feet, anxiously awaiting his teachers response.
Scar is a weak, weak man, and he lets his eyes trail over the small figure, cock straining against his pants as he licks his lips. He glances at the clock, sighing, “Lunch is nearly over, kiddo…”
Grian whines, worrying his lip between his teeth.
Scar’s pupils dilate at the sight, letting out a shaky breath, “Meet me by the football field after school… stand in the trees, I’ll pick you up.”
Grian lights up, wrapping his arms around Scar in a big hug, whispering a quiet, “thank you,” against his ear.
Scar melts into him, running his hands along Grian’s back, his sides,, the curves of his waist… he lets his touches linger as long as he can before they’re startled apart by the bell ringing.
Scar clears his throat, trying to will the blush off his face as Grian straightens out his jumper, “W-well, you best be on your way…”
Grian nods, quietly packing up his things and tossing his backpack on. He tosses Scar one last smile, “See you later,” and shuts the door behind him.
Scar barely has time to slide on one of his emergency condoms (which he keeps on hand for moments exactly like this) before he’s spilling into it with a groan, all thoughts consumed with Grian. He ties it off, sealing it in a zip-loc bag for good measure, and wraps it up in TONS of paper towels before shoving it into the trash can he keeps under his desk… and then his next class starts filing in.
You're cooking so hard thank you for all these yummy asks
I loooove Scar trying so so hard to hold himself back, but Grian's just so young and innocent and so so cute he can't resist. And he trusts Scar! Trusts him enough to tell him about this and to ask him to teach him more. He maybe tried fingering just a bit but it felt weird and he didn't know if he was really doing it right so he decided to ask Scar to help him instead. And Scar eventually agreeing...he's so gone for this kid.
Scar letting his hands linger a little longer...he wants to dip his hands down between Grian's thighs, to his cunt, but he holds himself back. Now's not the time to do that, not when his next class will be there soon.
Also lmao him having emergency condoms....yeah he totally would. Having Grian so close to him and so explicitly trusting him makes him soooo hard that he comes as soon as he's alone.
