Can we see Herbert 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 to be Dan’s teacher? 😳
"This C- isn't going to cut it for that scholarship, Dan."
"Oh, please, Mr. West. I really need this. Isn't there anything you can do?"
Herbert suppressed the urge to sigh through his own embarrassment. Dan just blinked up at him demurely from his desk chair. Herbert felt ridiculous just standing there in the middle of the room, hands on hips, while Dan batted his eyelashes at him, biting his lip to fight off a grin from overtaking his face. He didn't know what Dan was more delighted by, this whole roleplaying thing or seeing Herbert flustered.
"Dan," Herbert hissed under his breath, turning his burning face away. "This is stupid..."
"No, no. It's not- You're doing great," Dan scrambled to say, breaking character long enough to squeeze Herbert's hands reassuringly. "Just- Ask me for something. Anything." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Make me earn that A."
Herbert tried to glower down at him, but it was hard to stay cross with Dan staring up at him like a little kid waiting to hear what he'd gotten for Christmas. So, Herbert sucked in a breath and tried to imagine himself as a pompous professor and Dan as some eager bimbo, ready to bend over backwards to get a passing grade.
It was surprisingly easy.
"Fine," Herbert said gruffly, pulling his hands from Dan's grip. He fumbled with his belt for a moment then undid the buckle. "If you want that scholarship, you're going to have to show me how much you want it."
"I want it," Dan agreed, bobbing his head vigorously. His eyes, wide and hungry, were glued to Herbert's hands on his belt. "So bad."
"Then...Then get over here," Herbert said, his voice wavering as he pointed to the patch of floor in front of him. He was finding it difficult to maintain the ruse of an authority figure when Dan was licking his lips and eying him up like a feast.
"Yes, Sir," Dan replied, eagerly scrambling onto the floor. He was down on his knees in front of Herbert, running his hands up Herbert's thighs and squeezing his ass. He stared at Herbert's growing erection straining at his fly and sighed prettily, "Won't you take your cock out, Mr. West? I promise I'll be good for you."
"Oh, my god," Herbert muttered, the skin of his face so hot he was sure he must've been bright red.
He dragged his zipper down with shaking fingers, and thankfully Dan took the lead from there, reaching into his underwear to pull his stiff dick out. Dan seemed to be enjoying his role as the ditzy cock slut quite a bit, particularly when he closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around the head of Herbert's dick. He moaned obscenely loud, and Herbert had to bite down on his knuckles to keep his own choked groan at bay.
Herbert supposed Dan had okay ideas. Sometimes.
