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just a little fluff (with Porn) Jamaican princess (Rocquellan)

As a teacher, things had a way of piling way up for Takaba. Teaching was a profession that could bury you under it like a paperpile graveyard if you let it, which was why he was around his desk at seven at night, trying to grade as much paper as possible to prevent taking them home with him. he tried as much as possible to leave work at the office, but tonight it just couldn't be avoided.

The lights were phosphorous bright as Akihito sat hunched over his desk, using both pencil and pen to mark and correct. He had on a pair of reading glasses that he wore just for such occasion, trying to prevent his eyes from going bad. It's not like the ceiling bulbs were made for long concentrated reading.

Earlier Akihito attended a workshop and now, out of 35 there was 15 essays left to go through. He felt the tension in his shoulders and the sleep behind his eyes like a living thing, weighing his body down with fatigue. The words on the pages were starting to blur together and Akihito stretched his hands and legs before leaning back and popping the joints all over his body. He adjusted his reading glasses before he looked out at the desk and chairs lining the room, imagining all their occupants and what they did that day. He tried to block out those golden eyes that watched him with too much intensity. Sometimes he felt the fear that others might know like a living thing crawling under his skin. His livelihood was on the line here. But Asami was hardly the horndog at school that he was at home, although the teen watched him way too much, in Akihito's opinion. Akihito realized then that he was wasting time sitting and thinking about Asami instead of finishing up grading his papers. He grabbed his pen, adjusted his glasses and then started reading.

Time seemed almost as slow as molasses when Akihito was through. He threw his head back and blew out a long suffering breath, rubbing his stiff shoulders slightly.

"God, I need a massage..." Akihito muttered to himself, circling his head completely.

"Of what?"

Akihito looked over, a little surprised that somebody was there and at the same time unsurprised to see Asami standing in the classroom doorway with his arms crossed, staring at him.

"Nothing that you're thinking about now, per..." Akihito trailed off. He didn't think it would be appropriate to be calling a student a pervert at school. He didn't want to get into the habit and then slip up later on where it could get them in too much trouble.

"What was I thinking about?" Asami asked, advancing on Akihito.

Akihito didn't answer, this was school.

"Don't worry, Sensei. It's just you, me and the desks."

"What are you doing here, Asami?" Akihito asked tiredly. Whenever Asami was in close proximity things tended to go vertical way too fast. The teen now stood directly behind him.

"I called you twice and you didn't answer..."

Asami's hands were now on his shoulders, kneading the corded muscles.

"My battery must have died." Akihito exhaled loudly, Asami's fingers were like magic.

"And then I let myself into your house and you weren't home."

"Work..." Akihito moaned. The pressure on those muscles hurt so bad it felt really good. That besides, he really needed to get that spare key away from the teen.

"And here you are, overworking yourself..."

"It's called work for a reason, Asami." Akihito dropped his head back and looked up at Asami from upside down. Asami smiled down at him.

"You should wear glasses more often."

"Why?" Akihito's breath hitched when Asami's hands started making their way from his shoulders, then up his neck before those long fingers framed his face.