Adrissu grinned. “How scandalous of you, Mr. Farrow.”
The playful smirk that he had so been enjoying returned to Kian’s face, as he leaned back once more. “I don’t know what you mean, Headmaster.”
He stifled a laugh, returning his attention to the laces of Kian’s pants. When they were undone, he pulled them down in one fluid motion, exposing the fair, freckled expanse of his legs. For an anxious moment Kian kept his knees pressed together, then hesitantly let his legs part and fall to his sides. Adrissu knew he was still nervous—his eyes looking everywhere but down at Adrissu—so he only let his gaze linger for a moment on the thatch of gingery hair and soft pink folds beneath.
It was different from what he was used to, of course, but he felt none of the distaste Kian obviously expected him to feel. And Kian had made it clear that he did not want to be penetrated there, so that act, at least, would be familiar. So in truth, the only real difference was that his cock was much smaller, a small nub peeking out from his pubic mound. For an instant, his heart squeezed with sympathy that Kian would hate his body so intensely that he feared it would disgust Adrissu. There was nothing to hate, but he knew no one could convince Kian of that, not even him. It was, as the human had said, something he had to do for himself.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, leaning forward to press kisses along Kian’s exposed neck, eliciting a soft moan from the human. “Can I return the favor? Use my mouth on you?”
He could practically feel the heat emanating from Kian at the question, but he gave a stilted nod, before answering in an unsteady voice, “Y-Yeah, that sounds... good.”
Adrissu tilted his head up to capture Kian’s mouth against his own, kissing him deeply for a moment, before pulling back to settle lower between his legs. He traced along Kian’s skin with his fingertips first, smoothing along his hips and brushing close to where his pubic hair began, but then diverting away and instead trailing down the length of his inner thighs. Kian jumped, a sharp hiss of a laugh escaping him.
“That tickles,” he said, so Adrissu dug his fingers in harder, making him yelp. “Bastard.”
“Language, Mr. Farrow,” Adrissu murmured, grinning. “That’s no way to get your grade changed.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kian muttered, obviously stifling a laugh of his own. “Sorry, headma—ohh,fuck.”
Adrissu had leaned down and licked softly at the junction of his thigh, where he knew the skin was tender and sensitive. Judging from the choked noise Kian made, his words forgotten, it had elicited exactly the reaction that Adrissu was hoping for. He pressed a kiss there, letting his lips brush ever so slightly against his skin, as he moved upward until he was kissing and licking up Kian’s hipbone. He moved to the other side, just close enough to his skin so that his breath was ghosting along the small nub of his cock, which he knew ached to be touched. But instead, he pressed his mouth to the opposite hipbone, repeating the same cycle of kissing and licking, mere centimeters away from where Kian expected.
“Tease,” Kian hissed through his teeth when Adrissu peered up at him.
“Not a fan?” he murmured, his lips still brushing against the skin of Kian’s thigh.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Kian groaned, shaking his head.
“This, then?” Adrissu murmured, then pressed his tongue to the slick nub of his arousal. Kian groaned, then sucked in a sharp breath as Adrissu swirled his tongue, circling the hard flesh, before enclosing his mouth around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Kian panted, hips jerking, as Adrissu sucked on him gently. “Yeah, that—that feels good.”
Adrissu made a soft sound of acknowledgement in the back of his throat. It was not so different from what he had done a thousand times before; less aggressive, certainly, but the movements of his tongue were familiar, and they made Kian gasp and shudder against him. He tasted different, but so had all his other iterations.
No, it was not so different. This was where he belonged—with his mate. He moaned against Kian, his cock stirring with renewed interest now. Kian’s hands reached down to grip his own where they pressed against the human’s thighs, holding them apart. Their fingers interlaced, and Kian squeezed him hard; he gave a softer squeeze in response, too much of his focus on his mouth to do much else.
“Adrissu,” Kian panted, squirming against him. “This—this feels good, but I don’t think I can come from it.”
Adrissu hummed, hearing him, but unwilling to part so soon. He kept his mouth enclosed around Kian’s flesh, pressing his tongue against him in broad, slow strokes that made the human shudder.
“Headmaster, please,” Kian gasped. The word made Adrissu groan, his cock fully back to life now. He pulled away, grinning up at Kian’s blissed-out expression.
“I want to make you come,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want—” Kian stammered, suddenly shy again. “I want you—inside me. Like how we talked about.”
Adrissu nodded eagerly. He had not wanted to pressure Kian into anything that would feel like too much too soon, but if he wanted Adrissu inside him, he was more than happy to comply.
“Absolutely,” he agreed, propping himself up on his knees to reach past Kian for his nightstand. The vial of lubricating oil there was new; he set it on the bed beside him, before moving back down to rest between Kian’s legs. His pants were already unlaced. He kicked them off easily, but kept his formal robe on, partly so Kian wouldn’t feel self-conscious, and partly because it made what they were doing feel far more forbidden. “Lift up a bit.”
Kian hesitated, then shifted his weight to raise his hips. Adrissu pushed his legs up further, and Kian held them in place so Adrissu could run his hands along the soft globes of his ass. Giving in to temptation, he kissed the smooth skin there, before letting his teeth graze against the pliant flesh, making Kian hiss.
“You really are a fucking tease,” he groaned, and Adrissu laughed.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I’ve just missed you. This.”
Kian did not reply, but a small smile played at his lips even as he looked away, his face still flushed.
“But if you want me to get on with it,” Adrissu continued, now in an overtly teasing tone, and he spread Kian’s ass cheeks apart to expose the small pucker of his hole. “Gods, you look so good. You’re going to feel so good stretched around my cock, aren’t you?”
