Jungkook + Yoongi Art College

Part 2

Yoongi

Yoongi's usual stern expression was back in a matter of moments, even as his eyes flickered carefully over the boy who had sat himself next to him.

"Then do it here," he spoke slowly, his voice completely serious. He didn't look like he was joking, and he wasn't. Not in the slightest.

His eyes held a little glint of amusement, but his mouth held firm, even as he looked directly into Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook

Jungkook and Yoongi had one of those close relationships that some students had with their professors - being able with to connect with them easily over similar interests, and art work.

The younger boy knew that he could trust the professor with anything, so he had no problem with being blunt around him or speaking with hesitation. "If you're telling me that you want me to 'multi task' here in this classroom, then I think I'll have to decline. I have little motivation for something like 'that' anyway."

Yoongi

"Hm," Yoongi started, leaning back on his desk, allowing his body to stretch out so his back popped, "Well, I, as your professor, am completely willing to do whatever I need to do," he continued, leaning over to Jungkook instead, until his breath tickled along the younger's neck, and his hand rested right next to a muscular thigh, "To help you make something beautiful."

Jungkook

Jungkook gulped and swallowed thickly, instinctively tilting his head back a little further - either because he was edging away from Yoongi out of shyness, or because he was allowing for the elder to have access to his neck.

"What are you suggesting?" Surprisingly he had managed to keep his eyes open, and through the small slit his gaze fluttered downwards - resting it upon the all too familiar look of his professor.

If this tension was already taking a toll on Jungkook and having an impact on himself and his length; then the 'motivation' wasn't going to be as difficult as he thought it would be.

Yoongi

Yoongi did not dare move any further until he was sure he had consent, breathing nice and slow, his voice steady, but dropping in pitch.

"What do you want me to mean?" he asked, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation in form-fitting dress pants.

If Jungkook, however, had seen that, he didn't know how he would be able to hold himself back any longer.

Jungkook

Of course, Jungkook was an art student and had eyes of a hawk - so that he wouldn't ever miss a moment of true beauty. So, he did see Yoongi's twitching - which made him have a little twitch of his own.

They were standing in front of eachother, so Jungkook's own lips were pretty close to Yoongi's ear - making him able to whisper back. "I want you to do whatever you think is necessary for me to produce a perfect piece of art. Don't hold back." And that was it; Yoongi had Jungkook's full consent from this moment forward - to do whatever he wanted to do to the younger.

Yoongi

Yoongi's resolve completely vanished at Jungkook's words, sliding his hand between the younger's legs until his felt overwhelming warmth, squeezing at the boy's erection through his pants as he /finally/ pressed his lips to his student's neck.

He, even without touch, couldn't help but to give a little moan, his eyes slipping shut, other hand reaching up to tug at Jungkook's dark hair.

Jungkook

Jungkook was weakening with every passing second; melting into Yoongi's touch. He had completely submitted himself to the elder male; becoming putty in his hands - a rag doll that he could use however he wanted to.

He too was moaning - but he wasn't making sounds, he was moaning curse words mixed with the word 'please' and Yoongi's name, begging for a further kind of release as his jeans were restricting him.

He didn't even feel fear at the fact that somebody could walk in on them at any moment and that the door was unlocked. If anything - it gave him a hint of motivation due to the thrill and adrenaline that was coming with being with his professor somewhere so public.

Yoongi

Yoongi couldn't help a cocky little snicker, pressing his hand just a little bit farther against Jungkook's dick before he reached up to unbutton his jeans, just barely pushing the zipper down, watching as it unzipped itself the rest of the way.

"Excited, are we?" he asked, pulling the boy's cock free and just hardly ghosting a finger along the dribbling tip.

He stepped back, stopping any sort of touch to the younger, simply admiring his beauty before he spoke a command.

"Get up, open your sketchbook to a new page and grab a pencil."

Jungkook

Jungkook did look a little confused for a moment and narrowed his gaze towards the professor; but he did what he was told and pulled the sketchbook across the table.

The book was full of a variety of different things; colourful paintings - charcoal drawings and the occasional sketch that had never been finished. But, it had plenty of empty pages leftover - so it was easy for Jungkook to flip it open to a blank one, even though his hand was shaking a little.

With another quiet gulp he had the pencil ready in his hand, holding it against the sketchbook paper like he would do for hours on end every day. "Done."

Yoongi

Yoongi stepped forward, behind Jungkook, pressing up against the boy's backside and wrapped his hand around the younger's cock, pumping slowly, with hardly a grip.

"Draw what you feel," he spoke carefully, nipping at the shell of the student's ear.

Jungkook

Jungkook's eyes opened widely like a deer caught in the headlights, almost fully spinning around to face the professor but instead he only turned his head to the side slightly. "You can't seriously expect me to concentrate right now. It's-impossible." He said the last word quietly, almost like he was ashamed of himself.

He kept his head sideways for a moment resting against Yoongi's shoulder, eyes placed upon the lips of the professor - the lips that he so badly just /wanted/.

He took a deep breath and turned around again after seeing that Yoongi was completely serious; holding the pencil shakily against the paper. His creative mind had gone completely and utterly blank like everything had fallen out of his brain - but he felt determination, so he took his first stroke.

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