Ed Sheeran x Mr Clean

After class

Once the last student leaves the room it’s just me and him…a teacher and a student alone…I close the door behind me locking it as well to ensure that no one can hear us…

I look over at him and a grin forms on my face…my eyes trail down to his curves…I can hear his breath quickening, he's nervous and scared…that’s what I like to see in my students. “Come here,” I say, my tone now a lot more commanding…

"Y-y-y-y-yes M-mr Sh-sheeran"

My smirk grows wider, knowing very well that his response is exactly what I wanted to hear. “Good boy…now…turn around and face the wall.” I say in a low but demanding voice, I see him do as I say without hesitation…it seems that he knows that this lesson will be different from what he’s used to.

I walk over behind him as he faces the wall standing with a few inches of distance in between him and myself. I take in the view of him standing there, his curves and his muscular body perfectly highlighted under his white shirt…he looked so good…I should take advantage of that I thought while licking my lips.

I can feel my body getting hotter, the temperature rising ever so slightly. “Close your eyes,” I say quietly…he complies and the only noise I can hear is the sound of his breathing…very heavy…I lean in close to his ear and start singing
"Boy, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don't mind me
Say, boy, let's not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead"