TEACHERS PET.

           rough honeydew lips meet that of salted caramels; clashing teeth --- earth-shaking                --- knees knocking back into desks.   ‘ you’re awful. i’m suppose to be ignoring you. ’  he                jabs,   though growls against his lips as lancelot attempts to meld against him once again.                forget not: speak little,         listen much.         he has not learned the true nature of man,                destruction, heartbreak.    he is still but a boy,     lily-skinned,    much more than lovesick                poetry written for paintings from the painters themselves. and this, this, oh THIS is much                more intimate than some lousy metaphor of star-crossed lovers. his mind buzzes, a hand                reaching to cup cheek as he draws his face upwards to allow room to drag rosy lips down                his neck, jacket twisted in his hands as he turns them, now he, seductor, resides against                the desk, back pressed into the cold cut of wood.       ‘ you need punishment, professor. ’

           he feels nothing   short of astonishment, lack of anticipation yet knowing well of his thoughtless intent to lay bare his want. he strikes him abash, frozen chest as he attempts to ease off the addictive that is he. ( they say ignor- -ance is bliss, but cecil be damned it’s torture. ) ‘ yes, sir, i would like that. ’

            flirtatious efforts prove a lack of well read response in light of instigated remarks.     he sighs, a sensual sound, as arms cross o’er a lithe chest and doe eyes flicker with mischievous intent from beneath ebony lashes.  a vixen is he, but oblivion riddles his charm useless.      ‘ of course, professor. and thank you, i’d appreciate it.         after all i wouldn’t want to let you down by getting bad scores after all the help you’ve given me, it is the least i can do.  ’

         ‘ i’m sure we can make it a quick session, then. if it’s not enough time               we can always do a full lesson later. ’

@hisprofessor.

     cecil was a delicate mystery, distant from others with walls as high as         olympus. borne of winter night and spring chill --- a vast garden of temptation.       however, lancelot was among the grey ashes of summer thrill.           a        thriving soul, charmed heart; he was the sun incarnate in youth.

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                                            makai ouji original character. ind. sel.                                                              written by jessica.

forgive me lord foR I HAVE SINNED