Revelations - Chanbaek BDSM

Experimenting...

Baekhyun grunts, hips jerking as he thrusts up into the tight circle of his fist. Lube, far too much of it, drips down his thighs and soaks into the covers beneath him. He screws his eyes shut and pants, fucking the wet mess he's made between his fingers but it's not enough.

He spreads his sweaty legs and drags his other hand up his chest, over his peaked nipple and up his throat until he reaches his mouth. Shoving two fingers in there he sucks fervently, trying to just.... reach... it.

But whatever high he's chasing dances just outside of his reach along with his orgasm and with an angry, muffled yell, Baekhyun slumps back onto the sweat-soaked covers. His half-hard cock deflates the moment his mind isn't on the job. Fuck it all to hell.

He hasn't been able to come in nearly a week and he's seriously wondering at this point if his dick is broken. Could one amazing encounter do that to you? Baekhyun certainly has never thought so but he's at his fucking wits end by now.

Yanking a tissue from the box beside his bed he wipes his lube-covered hand with short, angry movements. When Junmyeon pokes his head in to see what the yelling is all about Baekhyun throws the damp tissue at his face.

He's kept his distance thus far but drastic times call for drastic measures. Screw this.

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Baekhyun waits until English is the last period of the day - and that only occurs on a Wednesday so by the time the correct day rolls around he's nearly going mad. It only takes a strong breeze for him to end up hard at this point but he can't do anything about it. It's like his brain and his dick are having the world's biggest shitfight and if it means he's going to have to talk to Mr Park about it to get his body to go back to normal, then so be it. If only the goddamn guy hadn't been pointedly ignoring him beyond the realm of what professionalism required for the last ten days.

The class empties painfully, dramatically slowly and Baekhyun sulks in his seat at the back of the room the whole time, pretending to read something in a textbook. If he has to listen to one more of the girls in this class make up some inane reason to linger after class for a minute to talk to their stupidly handsome substitute teacher he's going to scream. Just please... everyone fuck off already.

It's not a secret that Mr Park likes to grade his papers in the classroom after the period is over; he's joked enough times that he doesn't know the other teachers well enough to sit in the staff room to do it. But it makes getting a moment alone with him nearly impossible.

Finally... finally... the last simpering girl giggles and leaves, waving goodbye even though Mr Park has already turned back to his marking. Baekhyun immediately pushed off from his chair and stands, shoving his book into his satchel and making his way through the desks. The door clicks shut behind his departing classmate and they're alone.

Baekhyun stops between the first row of desks, breathing elevated. Mr Park -the asshole- keeps his eyes down, red pen flicking over the essay he's reading. Baekhyun finally grows annoyed and dumps his satchel on the teacher's desk with a loud thump.

"What the fuck did you do to me?"

Mr Park's eyes don't lift from the essays in front of him. "You're legal but not by much." He mutters. "I didn't know it last week but I could lose my job if we discuss anything outside the realm of a teacher and student. And I didn't do anything to you."

"Like hell you didn't." Baekhyun growls, taking a step forward. "First this talk about me being some kind of submissive bitch and now I can't even jerk off without-"