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Tobio scoffed. “Talk big all you want, dumbass. You’re not gonna do anything in the end anyway.”
The blond man hummed as his hands dragged on and ghosted up his thigh sending unwanted shivers down Tobio’s spine. A look of deadly curiosity was glowing on his face. Tobio’s breath hitched at his throat. He couldn’t tell if the other was enjoying this or was just looking to ease his boredom. Damn him. Fucking damn him.
“You say that and yet, look at you, king,” said Tsukishima in a low voice, his fingers brushing against Tobio’s crotch that twitched with the blood surging through it. “ God , just look at you.”
Tobio silently growled out as the back of his head hit the wall, exposing his neck. Almost immediately, Tsukishima’s lips let out tiny breaths against the skin, making Tobio almost let out tiny whimpers. So close… so—
No. Absolutely no. He’s not gonna bend over and just submit all because the fate of his unfortunate grades are dangling right over him with Tsukishima’s hand on his erection and lips on his neck.
“Fuck off,” Tobio hissed out as he pressed himself against the wall in a poor attempt to get away from the blond. “Quit messing with me or I swear—”
“Do I look like I’m messing around?” his voice echoed into Tobio’s ear. Tsukishima’s eyes turned dark, looking fervently at Tobio. His heart pounded in his chest as the taller man looked down at him like a predator would with his prey.
Tobio fisted his hands in Tsukishima’s shirt, weakly pushing him away. “Get—”
“You’ve been a menace ever since you stepped foot in my house, your majesty. Arguing with me like I’m not the one helping you pass this class.” It was almost shameful how Tobio’s legs easily spread apart to make way for Tsukishima’s thigh. “Do I look like I won’t punish you?”
Tobio let out little gasps as his hips moved against the thigh. The weight of Tsukishima’s body pressing him against the wall was so comforting, so good, so stimulating. His chest hummed with delight as Tsukishima’s lips latched into his neck and started sucking marks.
“Tsukishima…”
“What?” Whimpers left Tobio’s lips. “What do you want, Tobio? Tell me.”
How easy it was for Tobio to succumb right now when he heard his given name in Tsukishima’s voice.
“Please…” he whispered, grounding his hips against the other’s thigh. “Please—Tsukki, please. Please—please—help me.”
The bastard’s lips curled into an appreciative smile and Tobio could feel the rising of his chest in anticipation as Tsukishima started pressing chaste and open kisses against his collarbone to his neck to his jaw and finally, to his cheek.
“Fucking is a reward, my king, but you haven’t been good.”
Tobio whimpered even louder as he kept on grinding against Tsukishima’s thigh, tears almost burning his closed eyes, and head thrown back against the wall.
“But it’s alright,” said Tsukishima, lifting him from the floor and wrapping Tobio’s legs around his waist. A long and delicious moan slipped past Tobio’s lips as Tsukishima’s very hard cock pressed against his. “I’ll make sure you learn your lesson. What do you say, your majesty?”
The only answer Tobio gave was his arms wrapping immediately around Tsukishima as their lips crashed against each other.