Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Solar x Pobmek: {Teacher} [M]

POV: 3rd Person

  "Thank you, khru." Pobmek is straddling Solar's lap, the kindergarten teacher grasping at his waist and hips. Their lips crash together in a way that was so right, it was dizzying. And pushing down onto the teacher, Pobmek rolls his hips, grinding down at the growing erection. 

  It doesn't take Solar much to draw moans from the other man, kissing down his neck and sitting up, letting the male really sit on him. "Ah.. I need you." It's been a hard week for Pobmek - every week is actually hard for him, with all the children running around and the hate he has for them, it was difficult. He always admires his boyfriend for being able to hold up.

  "Just wait, hm? I'm sure you have more patience than Liming." 

  Pobmek is about to lose it, and he's only been told no just this once. He's painfully aroused, and in need of his boyfriend, shouldn't he get what he wants? No matter how much he pouts, and try to push himself down, those hands keep on his hips, and make him still. "Alai-wa? (What is it?)"

  "What? Just having fun, that's all." Solar's eyes twinkle up at him in a way that makes Pobmek want to fold even more. But as he tries, and tries, those hands grip strong, and they keep him so still it pains the desperate man. How could someone have such an intense grip but so gentle at the same time?

  "P'Solar, please?" A dirty trick, and always his last resort, the fingers are tight on his hips, and it's definitely going to leave bruises, but it stimulates Mek to where it feels amazing. "I need you right now." And he pouts.

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  Pobmek feels the full force of Solar ramming into him, hands on his hips and pulling him back each time he thrusts. They collide in a way that makes younger feel so full, he would fall face-first into the mattress if not for a hand gripping at their headboard.

  The wooden frame hits the wall, and they're getting complaints, but Mek can't bring himself to be quiet when he's getting so thoroughly f*cked he can only think of his boyfriend's thick girth burying itself inside him.

  "Ah!- Ah- oh my God..!" He whimpers, and his legs shake under the pressure, knees digging into the mattress until he gets burns. Hot, open-mouthed kisses down the back of his neck and spine, love bites filling his arched areas, hands leaving red marks on his hips and waist when nails dig into them.

  To be marked like this.. to have a stinging feeling on his bottom each time they collide.

  Solar's soft chest is against his built back, and when those lips kiss his ear and whisper, he comes with a whine. "Have you learned your lesson, N'Mek?" A load fills him up, and he's dropped onto the pillow beneath him.

  He nods his head, catching his breath. He doesn't even know what he's nodding to, but he's going to agree anyway - the younger man doesn't think he could survive another round. Never when Solar was so worked up. "Be patient."

  Pobmek, in fact, does not learn the next time this happens.

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Author's note: Heh