“So hard,” Greg whispered, kissing along Dale’s jaw, glancing down. Dale followed his gaze, flushing when he found Greg inspecting his cock, rubbing his thumb over his tip where the foreskin had slid away, leaving his sensitive head exposed. Then Greg ground his finger against his tip, and pleasure seared through Dale’s body. Dale choked, gasping.
“Fuck my hand,” Greg said.
He closed his fist around Dale’s cock, and Dale pushed through the circle of his fingers, his cheeks burning. But he couldn’t stop, when Greg had asked, and Greg’s hand tightened with each thrust, forcing more pleasure through his body. Dale trembled, watching as his ruddy tip pushed past Greg’s fingers, leaving precome smeared over his skin.
This wasn’t what his heats were like. It was a thousand times better, Greg holding him like this, and Dale didn’t want it to end.
Except Greg released him, bringing his hand up. He licked Dale’s precome off his palm, slow, long drags, his eyes locked with Dale’s. Dale flushed, hips rolling, his straining cock neglected.
“Are you ever—are you going to do anything else?” Dale panted, squirming. He wanted to pull open Greg’s pants, but was afraid to. This was still wrong.
Greg smirked. “Do what else? This?”
And he reached down, sliding his spit-slick palm over Dale’s cock, watching as Dale squirmed, fucking up, needing more pressure.
“No,” Dale groaned, grasping the edge of his desk. “I need—need touch.”
“Where?” Greg reached into Dale’s pants again, easing out his tight balls. “Here?”
He rubbed his thumb over Dale’s balls, squeezing them lightly. Dale felt that pressure all the way in his gut, and his hips jerked up, begging for more.
“You want me to fuck you,” Greg whispered, grasping the tip of Dale’s cock, sliding his foreskin down. Then he held Dale’s cock, squeezing his tip, watching as precome rolled out of that hole at the end, trickling down his side. “Knot inside you.”
Dale trembled, his body throbbing at those words. “I—I can’t answer that.”
“But you want to,” Greg said, his fingers sliding down Dale’s cock, caressing his balls. Then he reached under them, pressing his fingertips right up against Dale’s taint, and then his hole, lightly stroking him. “You want me in here.”
Dale’s face burned. He was a professor. And here he was, his legs open, Greg’s fingers circling around his entrance, an enticing touch. “This will get us in so much trouble, Greg.”
“Not if it stays a secret,” Greg murmured, leaning in, taking Dale’s earlobe into his mouth. Then he sucked, a light pressure that Dale wished were further down, on his cock, sucking up his come. He moaned, bucking his hips, and Greg’s finger sank into him.
“So fucking wet,” Greg said, crooking his finger against Dale’s prostate. Dale gasped, and Greg slid his finger out, holding it between them. It glistened in the fluorescent light of the office. Dale’s face burned. His slick on Greg’s finger. Greg had touched him inside.
And it wasn’t enough.
“You call that touching?” Dale breathed, his fingers clenched around the edge of his desk, trickles of damp sliding down his thighs.
“I call that prepping you,” Greg said, sliding his arm around Dale’s waist. Then he pulled Dale away from the desk, turned him around, and held Dale against his chest, the hard line in his jeans pushing into the small of Dale’s back. “Before you take my cock.”
Dale’s breath rushed out of him. His cock throbbed. He was certain he smelled entirely of musk, but he didn’t know, when all he wanted was Greg’s cock sliding into him. And now that Greg mentioned it, Dale wanted his cock inside, right now.
“Please,” he said, arching his spine, lifting his ass for Greg. His body ached.
Greg growled, squeezed Dale’s ass through his pants. “I’m gonna split you open on my cock,” he said, his breath rustling warm through Dale’s hair. Then he shoved Dale’s pants down to his thighs, bent him over the desk so his ass pushed up in the air, waiting to be penetrated.
Dale groaned, squirming, spreading his legs wider.
“You’re so needy,” Greg whispered.
Past the rush of his breathing, Dale heard the snap of Greg’s pants, the rasp of his zipper. His body quivered, needing to be filled. “Please.”
“Please what?”
And Greg pulled his cock out, let it rest against Dale’s ass, heavy and thick, a heat he couldn’t ignore. Dale whined, pushing up at him, reaching up to guide him in. Greg caught his hand. Trapped it against Dale’s back, and rubbed his cock slowly over Dale’s skin.
“Feel my cock,” he whispered, rocking it between Dale’s cheeks. It pressed between them, a solid length, and Dale whimpered, pushing up at him, his own cock dripping onto the floor.
“You can’t make me wait,” he said, breathless. Greg was thick, and Dale needed him inside.
Greg huffed. He wedged his cock between Dale’s cheeks, dragged it slowly against his hole, so Dale felt every inch of it. Then Greg stepped back, tapping on the back of Dale’s thigh. “Leg up.”
Dale gulped, kicking off one shoe, sliding his leg out of his pants so he could hike it up, leaving his hole exposed.
“Very nice,” Greg said, cupping Dale’s balls, fondling them. Then he stroked up Dale’s cock, pumping it, and Dale groaned, pushing into his hand, trying not to come.
“I need you inside,” he gasped.
Greg chuckled. “Finally,” he said, and released Dale’s cock. Pushed two fingers into Dale’s hole. Dale whimpered, stretching around him, angling his hips up. Gods, this heat had to be his worst. Or his best, with Greg fucking him slow, his fingers sliding all the way to their knuckles, crooking against Dale’s prostate.
His body spasmed with pleasure, and Dale whimpered, his hands leaving sweaty prints on his desk. “Greg, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
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