Kota's thumb lingered on Theo's swollen bottom lip for another second, watching the way the principal's tongue darted out to chase the last trace of cum like he could not get enough. Theo stayed on his knees, chest heaving, eyes glassy and dark with leftover heat. His small cock was still hard, twitching against his thigh, and he rocked forward on his heels like his body refused to accept that they were done.
"More," Theo whispered, voice hoarse from the blowjob. "Please, Kota. I need another load. I can take it. I practiced all weekend."
Kota shook his head, already tucking himself back into his boxers with a wince. "No. Not happening. I'm tapped out, man. Two loads in fifteen minutes is my limit right now. You drained me dry earlier."
Theo's face crumpled into the biggest pout Kota had ever seen. He stayed on his knees, arms crossed under his bare chest, lower lip jutting out so far it looked almost comical. "But I want it," he whined, dragging the words out like a kid denied candy. "You always give me more when I ask nice. I was good. I swallowed everything. I even practiced my throat for you. Please? Just one more? I'll be quick. I'll ride you right here on the desk. I'll—"
"Nope." Kota zipped his pants up with a firm tug, the sound final. "Later. I promise. I'll come over after school when I can actually stay longer. Khalil's working late tonight anyway. We'll have the whole house to ourselves if you want."
Theo kept pouting, eyes big and shiny, but the promise seemed to settle him a little. He huffed once, dramatic and long, then pushed himself up off the carpet. "Fine," he muttered, still naked, crossing his arms tighter. "But only because you said please last time. And you better not be lying. I'll text you every five minutes if you flake."
Kota grinned, dropping back into the guest chair and pulling out his phone. "Wouldn't dream of it." He unlocked the screen and started scrolling through the underground senior group chat, thumbs moving lazily while Theo padded around the office collecting his clothes. For the next few minutes Kota just fooled around on his phone, liking random thirst traps, replying to a couple memes about Otis's ass from the PE class, and sending a quick text to Khalil saying he might stay late for "study group." Theo eventually got dressed again, shirt buttoned crooked on purpose, and sat down at his desk to pretend he was working. He pulled up his laptop and locked onto the screen, clicking through emails with exaggerated focus, clearly trying to act professional even though his cheeks were still flushed and his hair was a mess.
Kota waited until Theo looked properly absorbed, then stood up quietly and circled behind the desk. He leaned over the back of Theo's chair, close enough that his breath brushed the principal's ear. Without warning he reached around, slid both hands under Theo's shirt, and pinched both nipples at the same time, rolling them between his fingers.
Theo squeaked, back arching hard, a soft moan slipping out before he could stop it. "K-Kota!" He squirmed in the chair, trying to twist away but only pressing his chest harder into Kota's hands. "Not now—I'm working—"
Kota chuckled low, gave one more teasing twist, then let go and walked back to his own chair like nothing happened. Theo shot him a glare, breathing a little faster, but went right back to his laptop, muttering under his breath about "boundaries."
Two minutes later Kota did it again. He crept behind the chair while Theo was typing something about budget approvals, reached around, and pinched harder this time, tugging gently. Theo moaned louder, thighs pressing together, hips shifting in the seat. "Stop—ah—someone could walk in—"
Kota released him with a grin and returned to scrolling his phone. Theo huffed, face bright red, but stayed locked on the screen, pretending to read an email.
The third time Kota did not even wait long. He stood up, walked behind Theo again, and this time pinched both nipples while leaning in to whisper, "Still stressed from all that work?" Theo squealed, high and embarrassed, whole body jerking so hard his knee hit the desk drawer. He spun in the chair, swatting Kota's hands away, cheeks puffed out in full fuss mode.
"Enough!" Theo snapped, crossing his arms tight and turning his face away. "I'm not talking to you anymore. Go sit over there and be quiet. Mean."
Kota laughed softly, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I'll stop. You're just too cute when you squirm."
Theo kept pouting, refusing to look at him, full tsundere mode activated. "Whatever. I don't care. Go to class or whatever. I have important principal things to do." He spun back to his laptop, typing aggressively, but his ears were still pink and he kept shifting in his seat like he could not get comfortable.
Kota checked the time on his phone. School was over in two minutes. The final bell would ring any second. He stood up, stretched, and slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Guess that's my cue. I'll see you later like I promised." Theo didn't answer, still pretending to be mad, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. Kota shook his head, amused, and slipped out of the office, locking the door behind him so Theo could finish "working" in peace.
The hallways were already filling with students pouring out of classrooms, lockers slamming, voices rising in that end-of-day chaos. Kota kept his head down and moved with the crowd, phone still in hand, scrolling absently while his body buzzed with leftover heat. He pushed through the main doors into the afternoon sun, the parking lot already crowded with cars and buses. Khalil's old Ford F-150 was not there yet, so Kota leaned against the chain-link fence near the curb, backpack at his feet, and waited. The late bell rang somewhere inside the building, sharp and final, and he let out a long breath, eyes scanning the line of pickup trucks rolling in. He pulled up the group chat again, thumb hovering over a new video someone posted of Otis doing yoga, but he did not open it. Instead he just stood there, heart still beating a little faster than normal, waiting for the familiar rumble of his dad's truck to pull up and take him home.