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Plugging up the school doctor's asshole with a vibrator during working hours can hardly be considered ethical, but Luuk squirms and blushes so prettily whenever Rover turns the notch higher with a quiet click—his flushed face a drooling mess as he gasps and holds on to the side of an infirmary bed—for Rover to resist.
They're not at all hidden from the public's eye; anyone could walk right in and see Luuk going weak like this, his wide hips twitching uselessly as he wears that little half-smile as if to tell Rover how much he loves what's being done to him.
Rover spreads his legs apart slightly and leans forward to conceal the stiffness curving over his thigh. The front of his pants has grown uncomfortably tight, swollen from the heavy bulge of his responding hardness.
He's sitting in the waiting area, just in case Luuk is actually needed, but that means he's the first person that the students will see if they ever walk in. A subtle thrill runs down his spine as he gives a short sideward glance. There aren't many students at this hour of the day since they're preoccupied with attempting to meet deadlines with the weekend so close. The few who lurk or linger are mostly distracted enough that they don't bother sparing the infirmary a passing glance.
There are a handful, though. Students who see him and give a friendly wave as they walk by.
"Here to see Dr. Luuk again?"
"Yeah." Rover smiles. He fiddles with the remote hidden in the bend of his arm, switching the toy's mode into quick, short pulses that make Luuk curl up and tremble. From this distance, he can barely make out a thin string of drool falling from his mouth down onto the sheets of the bed. Golden eyes darken under his lashes at the sight. "Just waiting for him to finish up something in his office. He gets lonely when left alone for too long, so I thought I'd keep him company."
They laugh goodnaturedly at his blatant teasing of the man. "Since it's you, that must make Dr. Luuk happy."
Rover momentarily turns his full attention to them with a curious half-smile. "'Since it's me'?"
"I mean, he always seems happy to spend time with you. My friends and I have actually seen the two of you hanging out by the audio lab this one time, and... oh, there was that other time, too, in the auditorium. Seems like he lightened up enough to actually leave his office since you came along. That must mean he really likes you or something, right?"
Rover taps a finger on the remote. His eyes briefly cut to Luuk, who's so lost in trying to keep himself from making a noise in a student's presence that he doesn't seem to hear a word that they're saying. Poor thing is nearly flat against the bed, ass lifted high and no doubt squeezing around the toy trapped between his velvet walls with a tightness that makes his dick throb in remembrance.
Searching and aching for Rover, but unable to find him.
"...Does it, now?"
"Yeah... ah, crap—just got a call from a groupmate, sorry. I gotta go now, but I'll see you around?"
"No problem. See you."
Rover smiles slightly. 'That must mean he really likes you or something', huh?
Another notch, and Luuk jerks, his hand resting over his lower stomach as his body tips forward over the bed. Pleasure twists his face, sweaty and pink, mouth slackening around a gasp as the vibrations stirring up his walls intensify. It nearly burns from how fast it's going, but there isn't anything he can do but intermittently squeeze around the toy and slide his palm from his stomach to the raised bump of his cock so that he could press its heel over it in search of slight relief. It doesn't do much, not for him—he's too used to coming while stretched wide open around Rover's cock.
As good as the toy feels, touching himself in front isn't going to be enough to make him come.
Rover watches it all, toying with the controls as the other man grinds into his own hand. When Luuk's body twitches particularly hard, he decides to take advantage, turning it into the highest setting and keeping it there, smiling widely as Luuk's entire body snaps with tension.
His spine curves in a deep arc, and the bed creaks. Luuk appears to be almost delirious with the pleasure as he shakes his head. He pleadingly gazes at Rover, his breathing growing loud enough to be heard across the room.
"Nana," he calls as he stands, "could you please take over Dr. Luuk's shift for the next two hours? Sorry, there's something I'd like to discuss with him."
Without giving anything away or questioning the reason for the sudden change in his availability, Nana processes the command and nods.
"Understood, Rover."
"Thank you."
Unfocused red eyes threatening to spill with tears watch Rover draw near. He's half-bent over the side of the bed, coat falling off his shoulders and revealing his hardened nipples, which are poking through the fabric and the twitching bulge of his dick.
The heat in Rover's gaze builds—even though he's so covered up, his uniform could barely hide how erotic his body is underneath all the layers when it's tortured with pleasure.
Rover sits down on the bed, and he drags Luuk down until his ass is firmly planted on his thighs. The other man's body is much larger than his, deliciously soft at the curves and heavy, strong, and hard where Rover isn't.
But under his hands, Luuk is nothing more than this—lovely and useless, dripping wet and unable to come without having Rover touch him.
"Rover...?"
"Make yourself come, Luuk," Rover says. He can hear the steady hum of the vibrator pulsing away inside of him, can feel it pressing down on his thigh where Luuk is sitting. Reaching behind and under his coat, he gropes one cheek and spreads it to expose the flared base of the toy underneath the tight stretch of his slacks. If they were anywhere else but here, Rover would be inside of him in the next minute, fucking Luuk until he's loose and gaping, and the sight of his pink walls is filled with and coated in Rover's warm cum.
"Do it without me coming inside you," he murmurs. "Think you can do that for me?"
Luuk hesitantly purses his lips, not out of any sense of reservation but of slight doubt if he even could. Rover was right here underneath him, and he's hard—it was Luuk who made him hard, yet he's being denied the feeling of that hardness sinking deep inside of him. Of the load that Rover would release, promised and sworn only to be Luuk's.
But Rover asked if he'd do that for him. Luuk will never deny him anything.
So he nods.
Slowly, Luuk braces one hand on Rover's shoulder while the other comes to rest behind him over his knee. His eyes dart up to him, as if making sure what he's doing is right. At Rover's reassuring smile, he starts circling his hips and bouncing lightly on his lap, chasing the slight friction and nudging pressure of the vibrator's flared base as it meets the thighs of the man underneath him. Soon enough, each drop of his hips ends up shooting a jolt of pleasure up his spine as the toy spears him open, and each lift with his thighs brings him an intense, inescapable burn in the pit of his stomach as the vibrator stays firmly lodged and caught in the desperate clamp of his anal walls.
Luuk in the throes of pleasure is a sight to behold.
His pink mouth is dropped open as his body gradually picks up its pace, his hips slamming down and rocking with these teasing little circles to get the humming vibration right against his prostate before rising to his knees and doing it all over again. His head lolls, bringing down a curtain of his soft and untied hair to curl over his cheeks, his chest heaving and pushing outward to instinctively let the fabric of his uniform scratch over his nipples with every bounce.
Under the infirmary lights, the pale gold of Luuk's hair glows with the shade of ichor, and with the man dressed in white... he looked like the sweetest angel, ruined and corrupted by its Savior.
"You're beautiful, Luuk," Rover whispers without thinking. Dampness seeps into Luuk's lashes as his pace falters ever so slightly.
He'd love to do this—to just watch Luuk come undone on his lap and look pretty for him. But as much as he wanted to appreciate the sight and the feeling of him, they didn't have a lot of time.
With a quiet click, Rover switches the vibrator's mode to long, heavy pulses, and he sees from up close how Luuk's eyes roll up through the flutter of bronze lashes. Heavy, hard, and slow, just like the way Rover likes to fuck him when Luuk is nearing the edge.
"Ah... a-ah, haah! Rover... R-Rover—"
Rover listens to him softly moan with affection in his eyes.
Such a sweet and lovely thing, doing everything that Rover wants him to. Riding his lap and trying to chase his orgasm with nothing but the toy Rover made him wear to work to help him along.
He lets Luuk hug him as his orgasm nears, stroking a soothing hand down the sensitive line of his back as his arms wrap around his head and his thighs quiver from the strain of carrying his weight. He keeps moving his hips as if he's really riding him, and it must be the fantasy of being fucked by Rover that gets him close because he brings his head down after a while, breaths shallowly shuddering out of his chest as he looks into Rover's golden eyes and begs.
"Kiss me?" he whispers sweetly. "Please, Rover. Kiss me while you release inside."
Rover shudders hard at the words, and he has to grip his cock tight to keep himself from coming right then and there. "...You want a kiss?"
"Please...?"
"Come here."
He grabs the back of his head to pull him close and kisses him as if he's intent on devouring him and leaving nothing behind, silencing the high-pitched moan that Luuk makes as his entire body hits a trembling peak. Semen seeps through the front of his slacks, cloudy white in color and coming in tiny, twitching bursts.
Rover doesn't turn the vibrator off even after he comes—he keeps kissing Luuk, feeling a slight desire for cruelty stir in his stomach after what the man had shown him, watching as Luuk's expression contorts while his body starts to violently shake.
"No, please," Luuk tries to lift his hips and get away, but Rover holds him still, holds him down with the grip he has on the back of his head, pressing kisses over his lips even as he tries to talk. Always so polite in moments like these, like reverting back to what was trained into him when he was younger as the heir of Novialle. "Something else is..."
Something else is going to come out.
Rover's pulse quickens. The other man looks too embarrassed to even admit it.
"It's okay," he says against his lips, "You can do it right here."
Luuk shakes his head, trembling down all the way to his thighs and unable to control his knees from trying to close despite being held open by Rover's body so that he could hold it in. "Please," he begs. "I'll get you dirty."
"It's just me, Luuk. I don't mind. Let it out."
Without waiting for another word, Rover roughly pulls Luuk down by his hips and closes the distance between the other man's ass and his own thighs, stabbing the vibrator as deep as it could go and using his strength to keep him still as it continues the same agonizing pulses.
In a matter of seconds, he feels the second wave of Luuk's release come in a strong, steady trickle. Luuk whimpers and writhes on his lap, his expression twisting in a beautifully horrid mix of pain, humiliation, and pleasure, unable to do anything other than receive the toy's punishing pressure without reprieve and escape while he wets himself.
Exhaling an exhilarated breath, Rover watches.
His release is wet and thin in consistency, oozing into the front of his own pants and slipping between his thighs. It's something he's never seen come out of Luuk before, powerfully gushing without an end and dampened by the barrier of his slacks. Perhaps if Luuk hadn't been wearing any clothes, it would've left his body in a wide spray.
That's when the realization dawns on him, the thought accompanied by a wild shudder that sends a wave of pure, unbridled lust surging through his body:
He made Luuk squirt.
He wraps his hand around Luuk's softening cock and slowly pumps it through the cloth to milk every bit of his squirt out of his slit, peppering his neck and face with kisses as he does. He'll have to change out of his uniform and make do without his gloves after this since he doesn't have any replacement on hand, but he can't be bothered to think about that now, not when Luuk is in his lap, oversensitive and restlessly jerking his hips to keep the vibrator from hitting where it now hurts.
Trembling, Luuk brings one hand down over Rover's own in an attempt to stop himself from leaking any more, but it doesn't work. He couldn't make it stop, no matter how tightly he squeezed his hand—his squirt continues to come out, pooling in a shallow puddle under Rover's hips and soaking through his underwear. Even Rover's dick wasn't spared, its outline now clear as the cloth clings wetly to the curve of his shaft.
By the time Luuk is fully soft and wrung dry, Rover's lower body is drenched.
He switches the vibrator off like an afterthought, catching Luuk in his arms as he loses his strength. He's quivering from the aftershocks, phantom vibrations carrying over his body as if he could still feel the toy stirring him up from inside.
Using his clean hand, Rover tucks his hair behind an ear and kisses him chastely on his cheek, allowing him a few minutes to recover as he laces their fingers together.
"I'm sorry," Luuk hoarsely whispers into his shoulder after a while. All that whimpering and moaning have done a number to his throat. "I got you dirty."
"Don't be. I wanted you to do it."
"That was reckless of you. What if I really needed to go...?"
"I told you I don't mind." Rover pats his back reassuringly. "I know you keep spare uniforms for your students in here, so I'll live even if you did. And besides... You were really sexy, Dr. Luuk."
Luuk laughs, boneless with exhaustion. The sound is indulgent, though. A little disbelieving. "'Sexy'?"
Rover stares up at the ceiling, counting lines and going through mental computations to take his mind off his own pressing need. His dick is still very much hard, and he's far too aware that he's steeped in Luuk's evidence of pleasure. Not to mention, he had Luuk in his lap, pliant and worn out from his orgasm.
The thought briefly crosses his mind like a stray, blip of light—he could probably wring another out of him. Make him properly cry until his face is wet with glistening tears, until his mind is a little broken and hollow, carved out with nothing but the thought of Rover's cock and his cum to fill it.
With an unimaginable degree of restraint, Rover holds the urge back.
He reminds himself that he asked Nana for two hours, and tries to convince the hungry thing lurking in the back of his mind that he'd rather spend that time taking care of Luuk and helping him clean up than use it to explain what seeing Luuk lose control of his body enough to wet himself had done to Rover in thorough and explicit detail.
...You can be surprisingly clueless about how other people see you sometimes, he refrains from saying, holding back a sigh. Was it because of his age? Or was it his general inexperience with mutual affection?
Either way, Rover is content to take his time making him understand.
"One of your students came by earlier," he says instead.
A deflection, Luuk immediately recognizes but doesn't point out.
"...Oh?"
"Did you notice?"
"I might have." Luuk turns his face to rest his cheek on his shoulder. "But as for what the two of you discussed... I fear that was all lost on me."
He lightly pinches and twists the tips of Luuk's cyan-tipped hair. "You didn't miss much. They were on their way to the dormitory, and they stopped by to say hi."
"Did they need something from me?"
"No." Rover smiles, resting his head on top of his. "They said something interesting before they left, though."
"That being...?"
"They told me that you must really like me."
Luuk's shoulders shake a bit as he laughs.
"...And? Do you believe them?"
He presses a soft kiss on his hair. "Maybe," he teases. "Do you think they were telling the truth?"
Burying his face closer into the side of his neck, Luuk chuckles.
"You already know what I think, golden boy."
"I still want to hear it from you. Can I?"
Luuk hums, intentionally dragging out the sound and the beat of silence that follows it. "...Why don't we get cleaned up first before we continue this conversation? It must be uncomfortable for you. I know it is, for me. We're both soaked."
Rover's laughter blows over his hair, the sound startled out of him by the unexpectedly coy response. Clearminded so soon, already. "Is this your way of getting back at me?"
The curl of Luuk's lips against his neck is unmistakable. If nothing else, revenge is the one thing that Luuk knew how to do best.
"Maybe."