Kota's grin widened as he watched Theo shove the briefs the rest of the way down, stepping out of them with a little impatient kick. Naked now except for the faint flush covering his skin from collarbone to thighs, Theo looked smaller somehow, more vulnerable, his slim frame trembling just enough to notice. Kota stayed seated in the guest chair, legs spread wide, cargo pants still zipped but the obscene bulge impossible to ignore. He tilted his head, eyes raking over Theo's body slowly, deliberately.
"What pose we doing this time, Principal Hawthorne?" Kota asked, voice low and teasing, eyebrows raised in mock innocence. "You gonna hit me with another One-Legged King Pigeon? Or we skipping straight to downward dog so I can admire the view?"
Theo didn't even pretend to play along. His pupils were blown wide, chest rising and falling fast. "I don't care about the pose," he said, voice already wrecked, thick with want. "I just want you to fill me. Right now. Please."
Kota let out a low chuckle, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. "Damn. Look at you. Acting like a total slut the past few days. Begging in the middle of school hours, stripping in your own office. What happened to all that 'institutional presence' bullshit you were texting me about last night?"
Theo's pout returned instantly, but it was softer now, edged with heat. He crossed his arms over his chest like that could hide how hard he was, how his little cock bobbed with every heartbeat. "It's your fault," he muttered, cheeks burning. "You started this. You and your stupid monster cock. I was fine before. I could focus. Now all I think about is—" He cut himself off, swallowing hard. "It's distracting."
Kota stood up slowly, raising Theo's chin up with one finger. "Distracting, huh? Poor baby. Let me fix that."
Theo's breath hitched. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something dignified, something principal-like, but Kota was already moving. He spun Theo around gently but firmly, bending him over the edge of the big oak desk. Theo braced his hands on the wood, papers scattering under his palms. Kota pressed up behind him, grinding the rough fabric of his cargo pants against Theo's bare ass. Theo whimpered, pushing back instinctively.
"Wait," Theo started, trying one last time for authority. "We should talk about this. Skipping class is not academically appropriate. It sets a bad example. There are protocols, consequences, parental—"
Mid-sentence, Kota yanked his zipper down, freed his cock, and pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust.
Theo's fake lecture died in a broken, high-pitched moan that echoed off the walls like a bitch in heat. His whole body jerked forward, knuckles whitening on the desk, back arching sharply. "Ah—fuck—Kota!"
Kota's hand shot up instinctively, clamping over Theo's mouth to muffle the sound. "Shh," he growled low against Theo's ear. "You want the whole admin wing hearing you get railed?"
Theo's eyes rolled back for a second, lashes fluttering. He shook his head frantically under Kota's palm, then mumbled against the skin, voice muffled but desperate. "They added noise suppressors over the weekend. New system. Installed Saturday. I—I wanted to stress test how well they work."
Kota paused for half a heartbeat, processing that. Then he laughed, dark and rough. "You little freak. Planned this, huh?"
Theo whined into his hand, nodding shamelessly.
That was all the permission Kota needed.
He pulled back almost to the tip, then slammed in hard. Theo's moan vibrated against his palm, loud even muffled. Kota set a brutal pace right away, fast, deep, relentless. The desk creaked under them, papers sliding to the floor in soft thuds. Theo's ass jiggled with every thrust, much the exaggerated femboy standard; the slap of skin on skin filled the office, wet and obscene. Theo pushed back to meet him, greedy, hips rolling in desperate little circles.
"Harder," Theo gasped when Kota's hand slipped off his mouth for a second. "Please—harder—fuck me like you mean it—"
Kota obliged. He gripped Theo's hips tight enough to leave marks, pounding in faster and faster. Theo's moans escalated, turning into full-throated cries that bounced off the walls despite the supposed suppressors. "Yes—yes—Kota—fuck—don't stop—i need it—need you so bad—"
He was screaming now, shameless, voice cracking on every thrust. "Fill me—please—breed me—want it deep—want your cum—Kota—!"
Kota felt the pressure building fast, balls tightening, heat coiling low in his gut. Theo's walls clenched around him like a vice, milking every inch. One last brutal thrust and Kota buried himself to the hilt, groaning low as he came, pulsing deep inside Theo's ass, flooding him with thick ropes. Theo shuddered violently, a broken sob escaping as he felt it, body trembling through the aftershocks.
Kota stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard against Theo's neck. He thought that was it thought they were done. But Theo whimpered softly, reached back, and gently pushed Kota's hips away until his softening cock slipped free with a wet POP sound.
Before Kota could say anything, Theo spun around, dropped to his knees on the carpet, and wrapped his lips around the sensitive head without hesitation.
Kota hissed through his teeth at the sudden heat. "Theo—"
Theo looked up at him with glassy, determined eyes. "Elliot and Grayson got me some dildos over the weekend," he mumbled around the tip, voice muffled and wrecked. "Been practicing. Throat training. Every night. Wanted to make you proud. Wanted to take it all."
He was still sloppy at it, gagging almost immediately when he tried to push deeper, eyes watering, spit already dripping down his chin, but the effort was obscene. He bobbed his head eagerly, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. One hand cupped Kota's balls gently, rolling them while the other stroked what wouldn't fit in his mouth. He looked wrecked: lips swollen, tears streaking down his cheeks, hair messy, but he kept going, determined, desperate to please.
Kota groaned, threading his fingers through Theo's dark hair. "Fuck, baby. That's it. Good boy."
Theo moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight up Kota's spine. He wasn't fully hard again yet, still sensitive from coming inside, but the sight of Theo on his knees, trying so hard, worshipping him with everything he had, it was enough. Kota felt the second wave building fast, impossibly quick after the first.
Theo pulled off for a second, gasping, strings of spit connecting his lips to the tip. "Please," he whispered, voice hoarse. "Cum again. Want it. Want to taste you."
Kota tightened his grip in Theo's hair, guiding him back down. Theo took it eagerly, pushing past his gag reflex this time, nose brushing Kota's pubes. He held there, throat fluttering, eyes watering, until Kota couldn't hold back anymore.
With a low, guttural groan, Kota came a second time, weaker spurts but still thick, painting Theo's tongue. Theo didn't pull away. He swallowed greedily, throat working visibly, milking every drop. When Kota finally finished, Theo pulled off slowly, lips shiny, cheeks flushed. He looked up at Kota with those big, watery eyes, stuck his tongue out to show the pearly white mess pooling there, then closed his mouth and swallowed one last time with an audible gulp.
Kota's knees almost buckled. He reached down, thumb brushing over Theo's swollen bottom lip. "Good boy," he rasped. "So fucking good."