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Sebastian sat hunched over in the back row of the classroom, his long black hair tied up in a loose bun at the nape of his neck. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting a cold glow over the rows of uninspired faces. He tapped his pen against the desk in a rhythmic pattern that matched the beating of his heart. It was a habit he picked up to keep his mind from wandering too far during the mundane lectures, but today, his thoughts were particularly unruly. They danced around images of Julian, the stoic man who had captured his attention. Julian, with his piercing gaze and sharp jawline, who loved to play with him. Sebastian's cheeks flushed at a particular memory of their last encounter, the way Julian's hands had felt on his skin, the taste of his kisses, and the command in his voice that made him melt.

The professor's monotone voice droned on about the intricacies of the human psyche, but Sebastian's mind was far from the textbook explanations. It was consumed by the raw, unfiltered desire that Julian stirred in him. He couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to the way Julian's fingers traced the delicate lines of his collarbone, the gentle yet firm grip that sent shivers down his spine. His eyes glazed over as he recalled the whispered promises and the way Julian's breath tickled his ear when he spoke of all the things he wanted to do to him. The room felt hotter, the air thicker, as his pulse quickened. He bit his lower lip to suppress a moan that threatened to escape his lips. His pants getting tighter, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

The other students took notes diligently, oblivious to the silent battle raging within Sebastian. He slid his hand under the desk, his heart racing. He grabbed at his skinny jeans, the fabric straining against his growing arousal. Julian had a way of making him crave things he never knew he wanted, and now even the thought of his touch was too much to handle in public. Sebastian's hand trembled slightly as he started to rub his growing erection. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of potentially being caught only heightened his excitement.

His mind was a whirlwind of sensations, reliving every moment of their last night together. Julian had taken him by surprise, pushing him against the wall in their dimly lit apartment. The taste of his lips, the feel of his strong hands gripping his hips, it all came rushing back. Sebastian's breath grew ragged as he tried to keep his hand movements subtle. He didn't want to attract any unwanted attention, but the need was growing too intense to ignore.

The fabric of his jeans grew slick with pre-cum as he stroked himself in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He imagined Julian's eyes watching him, those pools of blue fire that never failed to make him feel exposed and vulnerable. A small part of him hoped that Julian could somehow sense his desire, feel the same ache from across campus. His hand grew bolder, the pressure increasing as he thought of Julian's hands replacing his own, the sound of his boyfriend's harsh breaths in his ear, guiding him closer to the edge. He unzipped his pants letting his erection pop up, his hand wrapping around it, stroking it firmly.

The professor's voice grew distant as he let his fantasy take over. Julian's voice echoed in his head, whispering dirty commands that sent bolts of pleasure through his body. He could almost feel Julian's teeth grazing his neck, marking him as his own. Sebastian's hand moved faster, the friction building up. He closed his eyes tightly, his chest heaving with each shallow breath. The tension grew, his body coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring ready to snap.

Suddenly, the sound of shuffling papers brought him back to reality. The professor was collecting their homework. Panic shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He quickly pulled his hand out of his pants, tucking himself back in, and zipped up. His heart pounded in his chest as he hoped his flushed cheeks wouldn't give him away. He hastily scribbled his name on a paper and handed it over, avoiding eye contact. The professor nodded and moved on without a second glance.

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