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"I can't believe I'm doing this," Hiroki muttered to himself as he stepped into the bedroom.

"But it's what you want, Hiro-san!" chimed Nowaki, who was trailing closely behind him.

"I never said that," Hiroki fired back.

"Oh, but your body did."

"Shut up and sit down!"

"Ah, it's starting already," Nowaki grinned, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up!" Hiroki repeated, louder this time. "I don't have to do this, you know."

Nowaki gasped and quickly straightened his back. "I'll be good, Kamijou-sensei," he said seriously, staring Hiroki straight in the eyes before bowing his head slightly. Hiroki's first instinct was to flinch at the vague reminder of Professor Miyagi, but it was quickly overridden by arousal.

"Kusama-kun," Hiroki started. He blushed. Something about it felt slightly off, but it rolled off of his tongue so nicely that he didn't mind. "Kusama-kun," he said again. He kind of liked it, now that he a feel for it. "Did you do the assignment last night?" "Yes," Nowaki answered, head still bowed in submission.

Hiroki silently thought that this wasn't as awkward as he thought it would be. Still awkward, of course, but it could be worse. All he had to do was think about what he did at the university, more or less. Feeling slightly more confident, he followed up his previous question with "Was it difficult?"

"A little," Nowaki responded thoughtfully after a few seconds. "But it wasn't too challenging after some convincing." Hiroki was about to ask why it was difficult, but that last word threw him off guard. "Convincing?" Hiroki questioned, brows furrowing together. Nowaki made a sound of agreement before grinning. "The assignment was you, Kamijou-sensei." His bright eyes flashed at Hiroki.

"What?" asked Hiroki, frustrated at the confusion he was feeling. Then it hit him. "Oh." His eyes widened and his face turned crimson as Nowaki's meaning of "assignment" dawned on him. "You can't just say that to me! I'm supposed to be your teacher! You wanted me to run this thing, right?" he fumed.

"Well if you're the teacher, then give me another assignment," Nowaki breathed. Hiroki could feel the blood rushing downwards at Nowaki's words. His arms flew around Nowaki's shoulders. In return, Nowaki grabbed Hiroki's waist with both hands and turned both Hiroki and himself around so that Hiroki's back hit the edge of the bed. Hiroki had imagined that Nowaki had originally wanted him to be the dominant one here, but then he concluded that Nowaki (nor himself) minded this change in plans.

Hiroki lifted himself onto the bed and moved up closer to the headboard to give Nowaki some room. Nowaki took advantage of the new space on the bed and crawled over to Hiroki on his hands and knees, his black hair swaying over his eyes. He hovered over Hiroki briefly before leaning down to give him a kiss, running his tongue over his lover's lower lip. Hiroki closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

As they kissed, Hiroki could feel Nowaki's big hands unbuttoning the first few buttons on his collared shirt. As Hiroki awkwardly moved to unbutton the rest of them, Nowaki covered his hands with his own and whispered into his ear. "Kamijou-sensei, it's not very professional for a teacher to take their clothes off, is it?" Hiroki looked up at him, blushing. Nowaki smiled. "Keep it on. It makes you like more a teacher," he assured his lover. "These, however, have to go," Nowaki decided, unzipping Hiroki's black slacks and pulling them down to his knees, along with his boxers. Hiroki's blush deepened at the exposure but the embarrassment was soon forgotten as Nowaki kissed him again.

Just as they neared the edge of breathlessness, Nowaki pulled away. He tugged off his own pants and boxers before pulling open the bottom drawer of the nightstand. He distractedly fished around for the lubrication while gently nibbling down Hiroki's neck, his hand wondering like his mouth. He finally grasped the small container in his right hand, taking the left off Hiroki's body to work the container open. He flipped open the cap and squirted some of the lubrication onto his fingers. He rubbed them together with his thumb to make sure the gel covered his whole finger before inserting it into Hiroki.

The man below him gasped in pleasure and Nowaki took it as a sign to add another finger and after that, another. He prepared Hiroki diligently, scissoring his fingers while listening to his lover moan his name. He was as hard as he could get and he knew Hiroki was the same. He lubricated himself briefly before putting the tip of his length to Hiroki's hole. He looked to Hiroki's face to make sure everything was all right before he made any movements. Hiroki opened his eyes and nodded before quickly shutting them again in embarrassment.

Nowaki slid in slowly as not to hurt his lover. When he was fully in, he looked at Hiroki again, double-checking before he did anything. Hiroki nodded once again, and Nowaki pulled out and slammed back in with full force. Hiroki's toes curled as he moaned loudly, inspiring moans from Nowaki as well. The moans got louder and louder with each new thrust and turned into screams when Nowaki hit Hiroki's prostate. Increasing the pleasure, Nowaki clasped Hiroki's length and began to stroke up and down.

That sent Hiroki over the edge, his seed covering both his and Nowaki's stomachs. After seeing his lover orgasm, Nowaki felt himself explode too, filling Hiroki with his seed. They remained in the same position for a couple of seconds, catching their breaths. Nowaki pulled out of Hiroki and crashed down beside him, pulling him into an embrace.

"Thank you for doing that for me, Hiro-san! That was great!" he said happily, squeezing Hiroki tighter. "Thanks? For what? You wanted me to…" Hiroki trailed off, blushing while searching for the right words. "…be in charge, right? I eventually just did the same thing I always do." "Oh, but Hiro-san, anything involving you makes me happy! Plus, it just gives us an opportunity to do this again!" At Nowaki's words, Hiroki reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the novel sitting on top of it, and hit Nowaki over the head with it. Nowaki was silent for a couple of seconds before muttering "…a book." Hiroki scrunched his nose at the obvious statement. Another pause. "Ah, Hiro-san, does that mean you're ready for another round?"