i think anaxa’s ears are incredibly sensitive so when he hears the rustling and rearranging of clothes on the other end of the zoom, even without the camera on, he immediately recognizes the sound of your undressing. after a few minutes, his ears perk up again when he thinks he hears a suppressed moan. he may or may not ask you to walk him thru every step of everything you’ve done so far, and everything you were about to do. thoughts ^__^ ?
TEA???? HELLO???? UM????
so i’m thinking prof anaxa is now tutor anaxa who holds his services online through zoom (it’s more convenient that way rather than reserving rooms on campus) with an… “outwardly expressive” (e.g revealing clothes, dragged out words that are borderline sexually loaded, etc) reader as his paying student. but poor anaxa, he doesn’t know where he can look and something about the way you talk makes him feel so… hot. his dick stiff in his pants as he tries to explain the same concept for the 23rd time now but your strap falls off your shoulder, your boobs pushed up, resting on the table, looking very… plush… he barks, huffs, glares, but by the time he leaves the zoom room, there’s a sticky mess in his hand that has him feeling disgusted. with his student? because of his student? it’s simply preposterous. ridiculous. so very unlike him.
but when he claims to “step away” one session, telling you to work out a problem while he handled his… business… camera off, his hand slides under his pants, palming at his hard cock that he couldn’t ignore any longer. it throbbed incredibly, you see, aching and angry, and he was getting very impatient. his breathing turns heavy, groans ripping from his throat as his pumps his dick in his fist.
you raise an eyebrow, as you watch his square outline in green, his groans getting picked up by the microphone, but your curiosity is piqued. you pretend to contemplate the question, your pencil in between your teeth, your ‘hm’s downright filthy. the corner of your mouth lifts when you hear his fapping quicken and panting get louder, mixed with husky moans. smiling again, you hear the creak of his chair and the running of water.
“oh, shit—” anaxa says when he returns to turn on his camera, finally noticing that he hasn’t muted his microphone, and you giggle, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.
“we should do this in person next week, my apartment?” is all you say with a grin before he leaves, flushed and glaring.
he’ll owe you for the remaining time, you can make sure of that :3
I JUST TOOK THAT IDEA AND RAN BUT WITH YOURS OMG MUTUAL MASTURBATION???? similar plot line but instead of listening, you decide to touch yourself too and the way you drag out the syllables of his name snaps him out of his pleasure and he freezes and and and— your camera is still on >///< and—
I NEED TO DUNK MYSELF INTO AN ICE BATH TEA I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOUUUUUUU (i love you so much)
