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          The young man purred into his teacher’s ear. Callum inhaled Mr. Torre’s scent           and closed his eyes as he pressed his nose on the small hollow between the           neck and shoulder. Everything screamed to rip the older male’s clothes apart           and take him      that he would never forget him.

           Callum closed his eyes when their lips met while he pressed his body close against            Antonio. The kiss was powerful, demanding and testified the arousal between            them. His hands roamed the other’s body, stroking his chest and belly until they            rested on his hips and turned him around. 

                      ❝ An hour is better than nothing. I take everything I can get. ❞

Antonio's arms were clutched around the man as tight as they could. He leant in for the kiss, his lips parted to let his own tongue loose around the other's in that heated swing. Turned around, he didn't allow any distance between them. Antonio had his fair share of muscles, but the other was stronger and he could feel that very strength running through the muscled body he was attached to.

Hell, Callum lifted him on the desk as though he was a feather. He bit his lips as the other pushed himself between his thighs, the fabric scraping against the scar along his right inner thigh. Granted, Antonio was a man who liked to taste every second of an intercourse, foreplay included, but when the chemistry pulled two bodies together so strongly the lack of it might come as a relief. 

He threw back his head as the other traced his wide chest and stomach with kisses, his bulge throbbing imploringly against the underwear as he did so. His student knew how to push his buttons, in more than one way.