One hour later, the conference room door swung open and Kota stepped out, straightening his hoodie and running a hand through his hair. Theo followed close behind. Sebastian brought up his lowerd pants stuck on his ass, his tweed blazer draped over one arm, his cheeks still flushed pink. The three of them looked like they had just been through something intense, which they absolutely had.
On the floor of the conference room, Kevin Henders lay sprawled across the gray carpet, completely naked, his suit jacket and slacks scattered in pieces around him. His tight bun had completely unraveled, his hair fanned out around his head in a tangled mess. His massive ass was pointed toward the ceiling, his back arched, his hole gaping and leaking thick white trails of cum that dripped down his thighs and pooled on the carpet beneath him. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, staring at nothing. His lips moved in a constant, barely audible stream of words.
"More... please... I need more... don't stop... I'm the board's stress reliever... I'm everyone's stress reliever... fill me up again... please... just one more load... I'll be good... I'll be so good..."
Theo glanced back at him and smirked, adjusting his collar. "He's going to be out for a while. The janitor will find him eventually." He reached up and straightened Kota's hoodie with gentle, possessive fingers.
"You were incredible, darling. Absolutely incredible. The way you handled him. The way you handled Delago. The way you handled everything. I've never been more attracted to you in my entire life."
Kota leaned down and gave Theo a quick kiss, then turned and did the same to Sebastian. "I need to go to class. I've missed too many days already and my dad's going to start asking questions if my attendance drops any further."
Theo's face crumpled into an immediate pout. His lower lip jutted out, his eyes going wide and glassy. "Stay, darling. Please. I'll just file you present like I usually do. It's not a big deal. I do it all the time. You know I do it all the time. What's one more day?"
Sebastian nodded rapidly, his head bobbing like a dashboard ornament. "Yes, yes, stay. We could get breakfast. There's a charming little cafe near campus that does excellent scones. Real scones. Not the American kind. The proper kind with clotted cream and jam. We could talk about literature. We could discuss our feelings. We could—"
"I can't," Kota said, cutting him off gently. "I owe Riley a shit ton of favors. Like, a genuinely concerning number of favors. He's probably already planning how to collect, and if I don't show my face soon, he's going to get creative. You don't want to see Riley get creative."
Theo's pout faltered. His expression shifted from petulant to guilty, his fingers twisting together in that nervous habit Kota knew so well. "Riley. Oh no. You're indebted to Riley Renegen because I couldn't keep my hands off you in the parking lot." His voice dropped, his eyes dropping to the floor. "I'm so sorry, Kota. This is my fault. If I had just been more careful, if I hadn't kissed you where anyone could see, none of this would have happened."
Kota reached out and cupped Theo's face in both hands, tilting his head up until their eyes met. "Hey. Stop that. None of this is your fault. Delago was gunning for your job long before we started dating. He would have found another excuse eventually. At least this way we got to see him storm out like a cartoon villain who just had his plan foiled. That was worth the price of admission."
"But Riley—"
"Riley would have found a way to collect on a favor eventually regardless. That's just how he operates. It's not on you." Kota leaned down and kissed Theo softly, his thumb stroking across his boyfriend's cheekbone. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Both of you. We still have a lot to discuss about our situation."
Theo's cheeks flushed that pretty shade of pink. "Our situation. You mean the three of us."
"Yeah. That situation."
Sebastian made a small, strangled sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a squeak. "The situation. Yes. The situation where we're all dating. Together. As a unit. A romantic unit. A throuple. Is that the word? There was a very interesting article in the Oxford Review of Sociology about polyamorous relationship structures in post-Vanishing society."
Theo giggled, his earlier guilt momentarily forgotten. "You have notes on polyamory? Of course you do."
"I have notes on everything," Sebastian said, completely serious. "It's a problem. My therapist says so."
Kota laughed and gave them both one last kiss before stepping back. "I'll text you both later. Try not to get investigated again while I'm gone."
"No promises," Theo said, his smirk returning. "Trouble seems to follow me everywhere."
"Trouble's name is Delago, and he just outed himself in front of a board representative. But I think he'll be laying low for a while." Kota turned and walked down the hallway, leaving Theo and Sebastian standing together outside the conference room, their shoulders brushing, their fingers inching closer together.
In a secluded alcove near the library, Norin Saheer had Delago pinned against the wall. His long fingers were wrapped around the science teacher's wrists, holding them firmly against the brick, and his tall frame loomed over Delago's shorter one with an intensity that was completely at odds with his usual calm librarian demeanor. His braided ponytail hung over one shoulder, brushing against Delago's flushed cheek.
"What you did was fucking stupid," Norin said, his voice low and sharp. "Do you understand how stupid? Do you have any idea what could have happened?"
Delago moaned, his hips pressing forward against Norin's thigh. His short choppy red hair was disheveled, his blue suit rumpled from the earlier confrontation.
"I just wanted to be the principal. I've been vice principal for three years. Three years of doing all the work while Hawthorne gets all the credit. I deserved that promotion. I deserved it."
Norin slapped him. Not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to make Delago's head snap to the side and a surprised gasp escape his lips.
"You're already the fucking vice principal. You're already second in command. The last thing you need to do is get power hungry and start manufacturing scandals to climb the ladder. That's not how we operate. That's not how I Trained you."
Delago's breath came in short, shaky gasps. His cocklet was visibly hard, straining against his tailored slacks. "I know. I know. I'm sorry. I got carried away. I saw an opportunity and I took it. I wasn't thinking. I promise I'll do better. I promise."
Norin's expression softened. The harsh lines around his mouth smoothed out, and his grip on Delago's wrists loosened. He leaned in close, his forehead pressing against Delago's, his voice dropping into something gentle and warm.
"Baby. I'm not angry because you want more. I'm angry because you were reckless. You could have gotten caught. You could have ruined everything we've built. I don't want to see you throw away your career because you got impatient."
"Baby," Delago repeated, the word coming out as a shuddering moan. His body relaxed against the wall, his tension melting away under Norin's touch.
Norin kissed him. It was deep and passionate, his tongue sliding past Delago's lips, his hands releasing Delago's wrists to cup his face. Delago moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Norin's neck, his body pressing as close as their clothes would allow.
"I'm sorry," Norin murmured against his lips. "I didn't mean to get so rough. I just worry about you. You get these ideas in your head and you don't think about the consequences."
"I know," Delago whispered back. "I know. I'm sorry too. I'll be better. I'll listen to you next time."
"Don't make me angry like that again," Norin said, his voice still gentle but carrying an undercurrent of steel. "I don't like being angry with you. It makes me feel like a monster."
"You're not a monster. You're my boyfriend. My very tall, very scary, very attractive boyfriend who pins me to walls when I'm being stupid." Delago's lips curved into a shaky smile. "I kind of like it when you get angry. Is that weird?"
"Extremely weird," Norin said, but he was smiling too. "You're extremely weird. That's why I love you."
They kissed again, harder this time, more aggressive. Delago's hands fisted in Norin's cardigan, pulling him closer, and Norin's hands slid down to grip Delago's massive ass, squeezing the plush flesh through his tailored slacks. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, breath mingling, the heat between them building into something neither of them wanted to stop.
"We should go home," Norin murmured against Delago's mouth. "Before someone sees us."
"Home," Delago agreed breathlessly. "Yes. Home. Now. Please."