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Maths teacher (student!michael)

BLURB: Michael fancies his math teacher, and Mr Hemmings knows.

Mr Hemmings strolled around his maths class, peering over each student's shoulder with mock interest on his face. When he reached Michael Clifford's desk however, his interested expression was no longer false as he grazed his palm over the small boy's shoulders, tempted to smirk when he felt him tense up underneath the hold.

Luke didn't know why, but he felt the need to heighten the scene and ducked his head down, squinting at the answers littered on the page and letting the corner of his lip curl into a small smile when he spotted an obvious mistake.

"Don't think this one's right, Michael." The blonde teacher whispered breathily, his face level with the green-eyed boy's neck.

"O-oh." Michael whispered back, his normally pale face flushed, green eyes watering as they tried not to look at Luke.

"Need my help?" Luke breathed huskily, feeling his insides flip when his student's breath noticeably hitched, his plump bottom lip getting caught on his teeth sub-consciously.

"O-okay." The boy stuttered out, briefly squeezing his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

"What's the magic word?" Luke teased, his small smirk evident on his face, making Michael mentally swoon yet again.

"P-please, sir." Michael whispered, his voice small and kitten-like. Luke held back both urges to either coo at the boy's cuteness or bend him over and fuck him senseless, letting a soft chuckle escape his lips instead.

"Your wish is my command." Luke smiled, pulling up the empty chair beside Michael and parking his ass on it, scooting closer to the flustered boy. "Well first," he brought his hand over to the paper, purposely making it lightly touch Michael's arm, "you used the wrong triangle."

Luke watched closely as Michael looked at the place he was pointing to, eyebrows furrowed deeply in either confusion or concentration. Whatever is was, it was cute.

"I-I don't-" Michael trailed off, his jade green eyes falling bashfully to his lap instead.

"C'mon, it's simple. Well, you need to label each side. No, you don't need to but it helps. You know the sides right?" Luke was well aware of the fact that he was blabbing, but Michael's dumbfounded expression made up for it. "The letters...?"

"Oh!" Michael's face lit up, his button nose wrinkling as he racked his brains to find the answer, "H, A and O!"

"Yes, good job," The teacher smiled, mentally shrieking when Michael blushed and shrugged the tiniest bit, "now you need to label the triangle."

Michael stared at the page again, gulping before picking up his pen and labelling the base of the triangle as 'A', making Luke beam proudly.

"Perfecto," He said with a thumbs up, to which Michael giggled at. Luke could have sworn it was the most beautiful thing his ears had ever heard. "Now where does H go?"

"Um," Michael frowned in thought, gasping when he figured out the answer, jotting it down and finally completing the labelling of the triangle.

"Quiet high five." Luke whispered, holding out his hand underneath the table. Michael blushed again, but tapped his own hand onto it, making Luke melt with how tiny and soft his hands were.

"Okay now you need to cross out the side we don't need." Luke continued explaining.

"Um," Michael hummed again, his face seeming unsure as he wrongly crossed out the H.

"No," Luke said softly, daring to wrap his fingers around Michael's on the pen and correcting the crossing, "it's the O."

Michael finally let his eyes leave the paper, and he looked up to meet Luke's blue eyes, his own eyes glassy and wide. The two still hadn't let go of the pen, their heat radiating to one another comfortingly.