Extracurricular Activities

A soft knock on the door gained Treize Khushrenada’s attention and he glanced up from where he’d been marking essays to see Trowa Barton, one of the students in his English class waiting patiently for his attention.

“May I speak with you, sir?” the boy asked quietly.

“Of course you may, Trowa,” Treize told him, motioning for the boy to take a seat opposite his desk. He watched as Trowa crossed the room and sat down before him. “And what have I told you before?” he added with a smile. “You are allowed to call me by my first name, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” Trowa said.

“No need to apologise,” Treize assured him. He liked to keep things fairly informal with his students by allowing them to refer to him by his given name rather than ‘sir.’ “Now, what is it you need to speak with me about?”

“The essay you set us yesterday,” Trowa replied, reaching inside his bag and pulling out a few loose papers. “I’m having some difficulty explaining some of the main themes that run through the play and I was wondering if you’d mind running through the details again for me?”

“It would be no problem at all,” Treize told him, getting out of his seat and walking around so that he was sitting on the edge of his desk. “All right, let me see what you have so far.”

Trowa handed him over what he’d written of the essay so far and Treize quickly skimmed over it. “Does it look okay so far, sir?” Trowa asked uncertainly. “Sorry,” he added, smiling slightly. “Treize.”

Treize shivered slightly upon hearing the sound of his name from those lips. If only he could let the beautiful boy before him know exactly how it affected him to see him sitting there looking so serene, his elegant hands folded neatly in his lap.

Ever since he’d first met Trowa three months ago having transferred from another school to teach at this one, he had to repress the urge to smooth back the veil of Trowa’s hair so that he could get a good glimpse of those gorgeous green eyes.

“Sir? Treize? Are you all right?”

Treize shook his head slightly as if trying to clear the indecent thoughts from his mind. Trowa was staring at him in concern. “You looked as though you’d been distracted by something,” his student offered. Treize managed a smile.

“I do apologise, my dear boy. It’s been a long day and I’m afraid my thoughts aren’t exactly where they should be,” he said. Well, half a truth was better than none, right?

Trowa frowned. “No, it’s my fault,” he said firmly. “I should leave. I’m sure I’d be able to work through this on my own.”

“No!” Treize blurted out. “Don’t leave,” he added, softening his voice. He reached out and gently placed his hand over Trowa’s. “It’s my fault for not being able to concentrate. Please stay.”

Trowa glanced down at the hand resting atop his own, but he made no move to pull away from the contact. “What is it that has you so distracted?” he asked curiously.

“I think it would be better for me not to say,” Treize told him with a rueful smile.

Trowa frowned slightly as if contemplating something. He looked down at Treize’s hand and smiled shyly. He lifted his teacher’s hand and gently brushed his lips over Treize’s knuckles. “Is it my fault that you’re distracted?” he asked suddenly. Treize’s eyes widened in surprise. “I noticed that you’ve been watching me,” Trowa murmured. “I can feel your eyes on me, watching my every move.”

“It seems that you are more perceptive than I thought,” Treize said with a small chuckle. “But yes, you’re quite right. I’ve been aware of you for some time now. Does that bother you?”

Trowa shook his head silently. “Would it bother you to know that I’ve been doing some watching of my own?”

“Have you now?” Treize asked, his lips quirking up in amusement. He leaned closer to Trowa, gently resting his other hand on the boy’s shoulder. He smiled when Trowa shuddered in response to the touch. “What do you want, Trowa?”

Trowa’s voice was soft and barely audible when he spoke. “I want you to touch me.”

“Not just yet,” Treize told him, moving so close that he could feel Trowa’s hot breath fanning over his lips. If he only moved a few millimetres closer, he’d be able to touch those sweet lips with his own. “Not just yet…”

He smiled at the expression on his student’s face. Trowa’s eyes were hooded and it looked as though it was a struggle for him to keep them open. His breath was coming in quick, short pants and his cheeks were flushed with excitement. Treize licked his lips, unintentionally darting his tongue lightly over Trowa’s in the process. Trowa whimpered softly and leaned upwards, desperately trying to capture Treize’s mouth with his own.

Treize pulled back, his smile widening at Trowa’s small sounds of protest. “Ssh,” he soothed, touching his index finger to the boy’s lips. Trowa gave him a predatory glare, pressing his lips against Treize’s finger. Treize shuddered, wondering why he kept torturing himself like this. He wanted nothing more than to sweep the boy in his arms and have his way with him, but he had to be patient.

He backed away from Trowa and sat down on the edge of his desk. Trowa frowned at him from where he was sitting and Treize found his petulance appealing. His gaze ran down Trowa’s body, moving down from his face to his heaving chest before finally resting on the place where the boy’s trousers were tight with his arousal.

Trowa smiled when he saw where his teacher’s gaze was heading and he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs in order to give Treize a better view. Treize’s expression was rapt and he licked his lips again, enjoying the show that Trowa was putting on for him.

Trowa felt his cock twitch when he saw Treize’s tongue dart out to wet his own lips and involuntarily, his hand snaked down to his crotch, cupping the bulge in his pants and squeezing himself gently. Even that light touch was enough to make him groan and he closed his eyes, his head tipping back on his shoulders as he continued stroking himself through the material of his pants.

Treize’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat when Trowa began touching himself. His voice was husky when he spoke again. “Don’t stop,” he breathed, keeping his eyes fixed on Trowa.

Trowa nodded upon hearing those words. He had no intention of stopping as this felt so incredibly good. He didn’t know where this sudden boldness had come from, but then he supposed that weeks of suppressing his desire for Treize might have had something to do with it.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood was singing in his ears as he fondled himself. He could hear himself panting with excitement and he squirmed in his seat, unbelievably turned on by what he was doing. He’d never done this before in front of anyone else and Treize was proving to be a most appreciative one-man audience.

The fact that they were doing this in the very same classroom Treize taught him and the rest of the students was a big turn-on for Trowa. He vaguely wondered if Treize had bothered to lock the door earlier and he gasped at the thought of being discovered.

Trowa moved his other hand into his lap, struggling to unfasten the zipper. His pants were becoming far too constrictive and if he was going to put on a show for his teacher, he might as well make it a good one.

His fumbling fingers finally got a decent grip on the zipper and he drew it down, shimmying out of his pants. He pushed down his boxers and moaned when the cool air of the room met his heated erection. His hand wrapped around the swollen organ and he began to stroke himself, slowly at first, but he soon quickened his pace. It took him a moment to register the fact that Treize was calling out his name and he forced his eyes to open.

Treize smiled when he finally gained Trowa’s attention. “Slow down,” he murmured. The boy was clearly excited and was going a little too fast for Treize’s liking. He wanted this to last, wanted to savour the sight of his eager student in such a position as this.

Trowa swallowed and nodded, reluctantly slowing his strokes at his teacher’s request. He ran his thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling the moisture that was gathered there.

“That’s it,” Treize said encouragingly. “Take your time, Trowa.”

Trowa nodded again, teasing the sensitive head of his erection and swirling the moisture around it. He gasped at the sensation and his hips bucked into his hand.

“Slower,” Treize urged and Trowa’s forehead creased in a frown.

“Nooo,” he whimpered, arching his back and letting his eyes slip shut once more.

“Yes,” Treize told him firmly. “Go slower…but use your other hand.”

Trowa bit his lower lip, doing as Treize commanded and moving his free hand from where it had been resting on his thigh down to between his legs. He cupped his swollen sac, rubbing gently, trying to soothe the ache. Small, strangled sounds escaped his throat as he pleasured himself.

“That’s right,” said Treize encouragingly. “That’s good, Trowa. God, you look so beautiful…do you know how beautiful you are?”

Trowa shook his head and whimpered, not letting up on his strokes as he listened to the soft sound of Treize’s voice offering him encouragement.

“You’re absolutely striking,” Treize whispered. “A stunning, writhing creature of lust and desire…and you’re mine,” he added with a growl.

“Yes,” Trowa moaned, bucking his hips.

“Say it, Trowa.”

“I’m yours,” the boy panted. “All yours, Treize…”

“Good,” said Treize with a smile. “You’re always so obedient, Trowa. That’s what I love about you.” He was silent for a moment before speaking again. “I imagine that you’d like to reach your release now? You do appear to be quite frustrated.”

Trowa nodded eagerly, resisting the urge to move faster without Treize telling him to do so. “Please…” he whispered, squeezing his erection harder as he fought to keep the steady pace he had going. He knew it was his own hand that was generating his pleasure, but he didn’t want to disobey his teacher, didn’t want to come without Treize allowing him to do so first.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Treize said, sounding slightly amused. “Go faster. I want to see what you look like when you come, Trowa.”

The words had barely left his mouth before Trowa quickened his movements, pumping his cock furiously as he strove for release. He mewled softly as he thrust up into his hand. He knew he was close, he could feel the telltale tightening between his legs.

He struggled to open his eyes, focusing on Treize. The look of lust on the older man’s face was what finally sent Trowa over the edge and his face contorted as he orgasmed, a thin keening sound escaping his throat as he spilled himself into his hand.

Treize rose to his feet and slowly made his way over to Trowa, the soft sounds of his student’s laboured breathing filling his ears. He knelt down beside the chair and began gently cleaning the boy up with a tissue.

He looked up to see Trowa watching him through half-closed eyes. His body was still trembling slightly from the after effects of his orgasm and Treize smoothed aside his hair, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “That was quite the performance, my dear boy,” he said with a chuckle.

Trowa gazed up at him and offered him a small smile, his expression sated and almost sleepy. Not for the first time, Treize found himself wishing he were an artist so that he could capture this vision of loveliness on canvas.

Trowa’s face suddenly took on a look of concern though as his gaze travelled down Treize’s body, his eyes taking in the taller man’s obvious arousal that was still trapped within the confines of his pants.

“That looks painful,” he murmured, his smile widening slightly.

“Well, it is your fault it’s there,” Treize said mildly, his lips curving up in amusement. He watched as Trowa wriggled the rest of the way out of his pants and then dropped to his knees on the floor. The boy crawled the short distance toward him on all fours, stopping when he was right in front of Treize and kneeling submissively before him.

“Please, let me…” He nuzzled his cheek against Treize’s crotch, gently mouthed the bulge in his pants. He’d never done this before and he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but he felt sure that Treize would let him know if anything wasn’t to his satisfaction.

Treize watched as Trowa’s slender fingers began working the belt round his waist free, unfastening buttons and drawing down the zipper. Treize’s fingers curled tightly round the edge of the desk he was leaning against, fighting the urge to just grab his student’s head and force himself into his mouth.

Treize gasped when Trowa carefully rid him of his underwear so that his entire lower body was nude and exposed before the young boy. He watched as Trowa trailed his fingertips along the length of his erection and bit back a moan when the boy wrapped his hand around the swollen flesh and squeezed experimentally.

Treize’s knees nearly gave out when Trowa closed his eyes and curiously flicked his tongue out over the head of his cock. Apparently the boy had found the taste to his liking because the next thing Treize knew, Trowa’s luscious lips began sucking at the tip of his erection.

Trowa risked a glance up at his teacher and his eyes shone with appreciation at the sight of Treize throwing his head back and moaning, his fingers clenching tightly at the edge of his desk. Trowa closed his eyes again and slowly began taking more of Treize’s length into his mouth.

Treize’s hips were flexing in agitation, but he held himself back from thrusting into that warm, welcoming mouth. He could feel the muscles of Trowa’s throat working around him, trying to take all of him in. He let go of the desk with one hand and it rest on the back of Trowa’s head, his fingers tangling tightly in the silky strands of hair.

Trowa barely even noticed the feeling of Treize’s fingers burying themselves into his hair. His face was the picture of concentration as he slowly, but steadily continued taking Treize’s whole length in inch by inch, finally stopping when his nose was buried in the wiry mound of curls at Treize’s groin.

He waited a few seconds before pulling back, releasing Treize’s hardness from the confines of his mouth. Treize moaned in frustration and he tugged on Trowa’s hair, his self-control finally wavering as he tried to direct the boy back to his cock.

Trowa allowed Treize to guide him, pressing hot, wet kisses along the length of his cock. Trowa’s tongue darted out every now and again to get a better taste of the heated flesh, licking and teasing, enjoying the moans the sounds of pleasure the taller man was making.

He ran his tongue along the head of Treize’s arousal, lapping up the liquid that was gathered there. Treize gasped and his hips jerked forward in response. Trowa gradually slid his mouth down over him again, relaxing the muscles of his throat. He began sucking, gently at first and then harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.

Treize’s hips began thrusting shallowly against his will and he groaned, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deeper into Trowa’s inviting mouth. He stared down at the boy who was so intent on pleasuring him, his eyes squinted shut and a hand snaked between his own legs, stroking himself roughly.

It took all of his will power to pull Trowa’s mouth up and off of his cock and he stood gasping for a few seconds, tying to reign in the rest of his control. Trowa blinked up at him in confusion, reaching out for him again.

Treize shook his head, taking both of Trowa’s hands in his and pulling the boy to his feet. “I want you,” he said huskily, lowering his head and capturing Trowa’s lips in a rough kiss. Trowa moaned into his mouth, his arms moving up to wrap around the taller man’s neck as he clung to Treize.

Treize tore his mouth away from Trowa’s to catch his breath. He began ridding Trowa of the rest of his clothes, groaning when Trowa arched up on his tiptoes, kissing his way up the side of Treize’s neck.

It wasn’t long before Trowa was completely naked in his arms and Treize’s hands ran along the smooth skin of the boy’s back and shoulders. He moved them lower so that he was cupping Trowa’s buttocks, pulling the boy against him. Trowa moaned, bucking his hips and rubbing himself against Treize. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on the taller man’s shirt and he fairly ripped it off of him in his excitement.

“Mmm, Treize,” he whispered, arching his back and moaning when their bare lengths came into contact, rubbing and sliding against each other. “You feel so good…” He rocked his hips against Treize’s, his eyes closed, mouth open and panting. He gasped in surprise when Treize picked him up and carried him over to the desk, placing him down on it so that he was lying flat on his back.

Trowa groaned his approval, parting his legs instinctively when Treize slowly ran his hands along the insides of his thighs. He cried out when Treize’s fingers closed round his erection and he thrust upwards, relishing the feeling of friction.

He vaguely heard the sound of the desk drawer opening, but he was so caught up in his own pleasure that he paid it little attention. He gasped softly and jerked when he felt a slick finger against his opening, teasing him gently and then pushing slowly inside.

Trowa groaned, his fingers scrabbling against the desk as he pushed back against Treize, his body silently begging for more. Treize obliged him, carefully easing another finger inside, stretching and preparing the boy as best he could for what was yet to come.

Trowa was almost sobbing by this time, unable to control his body’s reactions to what Treize was doing to him. His teacher still had one hand wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking and squeezing him and it was driving him to despair. “Please, Treize!” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to take me…”

Treize groaned in response to his student’s request and he removed his hands from Trowa’s body, smiling when he heard the boy’s whimpered protests.

“Ssh,” he said, placing a finger against Trowa’s kiss-swollen lips. The little noises he was making went straight to Treize’s cock, turning him on even more. As he’d thought, Trowa wasn’t particularly loud, but he was still quite vocal, his soft moans and pants spurring Treize on as he slathered a generous amount of lubricant over his erection.

He guided himself into position, torturing himself and the boy by rubbing the head of his cock against Trowa’s entrance. Trowa gasped, thrusting his hips up into the empty air, trying to push back against Treize. “Please,” he moaned, spreading his legs as far as he could. “Oh, please…”

“As you wish,” Treize growled, slowly pushing inside. He bit his lower lip hard, fighting against the urge to just slam himself home. He didn’t want to do anything that would hurt the boy, but Trowa was so tight around him. He kept pushing, sinking deeper and deeper until his entire cock was buried to the hilt inside Trowa and he stopped for a moment, panting harshly.

“Trowa,” he murmured, staring down at the writhing boy beneath him. Trowa’s face was strained in an expression that seemed torn between pleasure and pain, but he gave no indication that he wanted Treize to stop this. “Trowa…am I hurting you?”

Trowa’s eyes fluttered open and Treize couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction when he saw how glazed over with passion they were. “No,” he whimpered, shaking his head. “I need you…I need more…”

“Then you shall have more,” Treize told him breathlessly, pulling out of Trowa almost all the way before easing himself back inside again. Trowa hissed in response and thrust back against Treize, trying to push himself as far onto that impaling length as he could. Treize began with teasing, shallow thrusts that only hinted at the pleasure he could give to Trowa. Trowa took it all and begged for more, his hands reaching out for something to hold on to.

Treize caught both of Trowa’s hands in his and pinned them above the boy’s head, slowly building up a rhythm as he buried himself inside Trowa again and again. He angled himself so that he brushed against the boy’s sweet spot with every thrust. Trowa’s eyes opened wide with shock and a wild sound gurgled out of his throat, crying out harshly whenever Treize hit that spot within him.

It wasn’t long before the last of Treize’s self-control finally melted away and he began pounding into Trowa hard and fast, relishing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Letting go of Trowa with one hand, he reached between their bodies and grasped hold of Trowa’s cock and began stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Trowa moaned in response to the added stimulus and he arched his back, his eyes shut tight as his hips moved mindlessly against Treize’s. He revelled in the sensation of Treize filling him, hitting the spot every time that made him see stars and all he could do was moan and plead with Treize for more.

His teacher seemed more than happy to oblige, tightening his hand on Trowa’s arousal and pumping it hard. It was more than Trowa could take and he arched his back, calling out Treize’s name through clenched teeth as he came, spilling himself over his stomach and Treize’s hand.

Treize groaned as Trowa tightened almost painfully around him and it was only a couple more thrusts before he succumbed to his orgasm, releasing his seed inside Trowa, marking the boy as his own.

He almost collapsed on top of Trowa, but he managed to steady himself, bracing an arm against the desk to keep him upright. His whole body shuddered and his chest was heaving as he tried to slow his breathing. Trowa was gasping and sobbing beneath him, his skin glistening with perspiration and for the second time that day, Treize wished he had some other way of capturing the boy’s image with something other than his memory.

Sighing, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Trowa’s before carefully pulling out of him, eliciting a small whimper from the boy. He gathered Trowa into his arms and held him close, resting his chin on the top of his head.

“I sincerely hope that you will decide to pay me another one of these little visits in the near future,” Treize said, brushing aside a few damp strands of hair from Trowa’s face and kissing his forehead.

Trowa’s shoulders shook with silent laughter and he tightened his hold on the taller man. “I’d be disappointed if you said I couldn’t,” he replied, nuzzling at the base of Treize’s throat. “I’m sure there’s still lots more you have to teach me.”

“I think I could make arrangements for a few extracurricular activities after class,” Treize told him with a smile.

“I look forward to it,” Trowa said simply.

“So soon?” Treize asked, giving a mock groan. “Already you’re so insatiable!” Trowa snickered and nipped playfully at the side of Treize’s neck before going back to resting against him contentedly. Treize ran his hands up and down Trowa’s back soothingly, enjoying the feel of the boy’s warm body curled so trustingly against his own. “You’re exquisite you know,” he murmured, running his fingers through Trowa’s soft auburn hair. “Absolutely amazing.”

Trowa smiled in response. “Keep talking like that and you’ll never be able to get me to leave,” he said.

“Who said I wanted you to?” Treize asked with a chuckle.

“Now who’s the insatiable one?” Trowa teased.

“I’m afraid I can’t stop myself when it comes to you,” Treize said solemnly.

“And I hope that you never do,” Trowa told him, tilting his head back and brushing his lips against Treize’s in lingering kiss.