Greg met his eyes, hesitating. Then he drew closer, easing his knot back inside.
Greg’s knot stretched his body, sat wide and heavy in him. Dale moaned, panted until he grew used to the width of it, a whimper caught in his throat. This felt right, him and Greg locked together, Greg’s knot pulling inside him every time either of them moved.
It was intimate. And it was probably a hundred sorts of wrong, Dale taking his student’s knot. He was old enough to be Greg’s father.
Dale looked down at his desk. Droplets of come had scattered over his papers, leading back to his still-flushed cock. Greg’s knot pulled lightly inside Dale’s body, an incriminating, delightful presence.
“You regret this?” Greg asked when Dale didn’t speak.
Dale bit his lip. The last time anyone had knotted inside him... he couldn’t remember.
“I don’t know,” he said. Greg had come inside him. He was still inside, and he was twenty-two years old, someone Dale was supposed to mentor. Not fuck.
Dale didn’t know how this would read to someone else, a student fucking his professor. Bernard Hastings would find Dale a horrifying embarrassment. And proceed to fire him.
Dale’s chest squeezed. He folded the corner of a receipt, scratching the fold into its fibers. “I’m twenty years older than you. I’m your professor. This shouldn’t have happened.”
“You wanted it.” Greg held Dale’s hips, pushing further in, sending a whisper of pleasure through his body. Dale moaned. Greg traced his finger down Dale’s spine. “You’ve been watching me for the past two months.”
Dale’s cheeks burned. So Greg had noticed. “You were the one who looked first.”
Greg shrugged. “But after that, you looked back. I read it in your eyes, Professor. You wanted me.”
Dale stared at his papers, a sick feeling in his stomach. If he had been obvious to Greg, had he been obvious to anyone else?
“This won’t happen again,” he said. “I hope you know that.”
Greg didn’t answer, but he worked his thumb up along Dale’s back, working out the kinks in his muscles. “I didn’t know you had condoms in here.”
Dale winced. “I didn’t say I did.”
“You weren’t even panicking about test statuses. It’s like you fuck students in here regularly or something.”
“I don’t! I haven’t—I’ve never...” You’re the first, he wanted to say, but that was far too incriminating as it was.
Dale pushed away from the desk, thinking of scrambling off, pulling away. Greg was reading too much into him. He could find out everything else Dale was uncertain about, and then he’d have all the power over Dale.
“Then you fuck yourself in here?” Greg murmured, leaning in, sliding his arms around Dale’s hips. Dale froze, Greg’s biceps pressing into his sides. He felt good. Greg stroked his warm palm down Dale’s belly, over his sensitive cock, squeezing his balls. “Your condoms are for use with a toy.”
Greg caressed his balls, and Dale moaned. How did you even figure that out? But Greg wasn’t stupid, and he’d read Dale correctly so far.
“It’s none of your business,” Dale said.
And Greg squeezed his cock, a smirk in his voice. “How many times do you fuck yourself in here? Do you wear a plug around all day?”
He rolled his hips, his knot pushing deeper into Dale. Dale gasped, his body thrumming with pleasure. He needed to leave before he somehow got hard again. Before he decided to take Greg home and fuck him all night.
Except he was still locked around Greg, his cock twitching against Greg’s palm. Greg smiled against his shoulder, his breath warm. “I want to see you wear a plug all day, Professor. Stretch yourself open for me.”
Dale shivered, heat winding through his body. Behind him, Greg growled, sniffing at his scent gland.
“You like that.”
Shit, Dale thought, looking down at his body. Stop betraying me. Out loud, he said, “You should leave. There’s nothing left here for you.”
Greg pressed a kiss to his skin. “I want to keep on seeing you.”
And Dale’s heart missed a beat. “What?”
“That wasn’t clear enough?”
Dale turned, biting his lip when Greg’s knot pulled inside him. He can’t be serious. “Weren’t you going to look for the next omega professor? I can give you a list. Go hunt them down and fuck them. Stop bothering me.”
Greg narrowed his eyes. “I’m not looking for other professors.”
“Surely you are.”
Greg’s fingers tightened around his waist. “I like you.”
His words rushed by Dale’s ears. Greg couldn’t possibly want him. “I’m old, and you’re probably confused. Please see a counselor.”
“I’ve been waiting to do this for months.” Greg leaned in so their lips were inches apart. His eyes bore into Dale’s, intent. “I don’t care if you’re my professor.”
“Your dad will fire me if he finds out.”
“It’s none of his business who I fuck.”
Greg pushed his lower lip out, his nostrils flaring. Watching him, Dale’s heart thumped. Greg was beautiful. He was the perfect alpha, and he had a whole future ahead of him. He should be looking for a fertile young omega, not someone like Dale.
Through the last two months, Dale had thought about this over and over; he’d never understood why Greg wanted him. They weren’t even in love. Dale had made countless mistakes in front of Greg’s father—the lab fire, the declining course signups, the messed-up presentation.
The moment Greg’s knot receded, Dale squirmed out of his arms, stepping back into his clothes. It was only after his pants were fastened, when he’d regained some semblance of his composure, that he relaxed slightly.
“You’re sure you won’t get pregnant,” Greg said, watching him.
Unexpectedly, Dale’s chest squeezed, so tight he couldn’t breathe. To admit to his infertility was one thing. To tell Greg about it, this handsome boy, the only person who seemed to want Dale... Even if he was too young, Greg had to ask, didn’t he?
Dale looked at his feet, wishing the floor would swallow him. “I’m infertile. It’s
