The Done Deal

Chapter 2

A beat passed.

Jimin was torn between laughing hysterically and panicking. He had a hand on another guy's cock, Professor Min's cock. It was warm in his hand. That was his first thought. It was growing and becoming thicker with every passing second. It freaked him out a bit, but it also gave him confidence. No matter what Professor Min said, he wanted him.

Jimin gave it an experimental squeeze and looked at the man. Professor Min's face remained impassive. For some reason, that pissed Jimin off. "Looks like you have a thing for 'pretty, empty-headed boys,' Professor." He smirked.

Professor Min's lips pressed together. Otherwise, he looked almost bored. "It's just a physiological reaction to stimuli and a pretty face. You are not responsible for your physical appearance, so it's hardly something to be proud of. Now, if you really intend to do it, stop wasting my time."

Glaring at him, Jimin stroked the cock to full hardness, watching a subtle change in the man's breathing. The angle was awkward, so he pulled the cock out. It was big and thick—and very close to his face. Inches away. Jimin licked his lips nervously, unable to look away. Fucking hell, it had to be at least eight inches long. Professor Min sighed, as though disagreeing with his own body's reaction, and shifted slightly. The head of his cock pressed against Jimin's lips.

"Suck." The hand in his hair tightened its grips, voice heavy with arousal.

Jimin inhaled carefully. It didn't smell that bad. Tentatively, he licked the head. The taste was...strange but nowhere near as terrible as he had expected. He licked again.

The professor grunted, his hand gripping Jimin's hair tighter. "Open your mouth." he ordered, eye loaded with want.

Jimin did as he was told, and the fat head pushed inside his mouth. Jimin sucked gently. A part of his mind was still stuck on the fact that he had Professor Min's dick in his mouth and couldn't quite believe it, but the warmth and heaviness of the cock stretching his lips wide made it very, very real.

Professor Min's eyes were fixed on his face as he pushed his cock deeper, his hand heavy on the back of Jimin's head. Jimin met his gaze, flushed, and closed his eyes, determined to just focus on getting the job done. The sooner Min came, the sooner it would be over and the sooner he could forget about it. But with his eyes closed, his other senses came to life and he could feel everything more acutely.

It was...so strange. Professor Min was hard and thick in his mouth, tasting like skin and something else. It was strange, but it wasn't terrible. Jimin pulled off, took a breath and sucked the head in again, going down a bit further, testing it out. He had a brief moment of worry that he wasn't doing this right, but told himself not to be silly: there was no such thing as a bad blowjob, right?

Jimin went down a bit more, trying to take as much of it in as he could. He went down, then back up, setting up a rhythm, and trying to get used to it. He was focusing so hard on this, trying to count in his head, that it took him a while before he realized Professor Min was telling him something. Jimin pulled off the cock with a little pop and looked up at Professor Min, still tasting him all over his tongue.

He blinked up at him and had to suppress the ridiculous urge to ask if he was doing okay, like a toddler eager to please his teacher.

"What?" he said instead, his voice sounded breathy to his own ears. As usual when he was nervous, his voice came out a bit cocky. He tended to overcompensate sometimes.

Professor Min just looked at him for what seemed like forever, his feline eyes heavy-lidded and glazed over. Eventually he said, "Is this your first dick, Park?" Professor Min's voice was rough and guttural, as though he was the one who'd just spent the past few minutes with a dick in his mouth.