you cannot trust a wolf in sheep's clothing

As the man before him continued his touches, licking and sucking on Sterling’s neck, the dark haired young man was finding himself overwhelmed. Henry was a near force of nature and Sterling was more then alright with getting swept up in it. He had gone out on a Friday night which meant that today was Saturday and therefore free. Free for Sterling to indulge in the man before him and let Henry just order him around, fuck him and have sex for hours. Sterling couldn’t wait. “Henry, strong name.” He muttered to himself at the grip to his hair had him mewling out, enjoying the way that the other had him in his grasp. It was intoxicating for Sterling. Fiercely the younger grabbed for the elder’s crotch, needing to feel, to do something worthwhile. Too young and with too much energy to just stay back passively and let Henry do to him. Sterling had to be involved in some way. Oh shit, those growls went right to Sterling’s gut, churning with arousal as the other made a suggestion right with Sterling’s own wants as he found himself shoved down onto his knees. Right at the level to see that thick member, fuck it was like a third leg or something ti was so big, meaty and Sterling’s mouth watered. “Yeah. I do. I really do. I want to suck it, have you fuck my face, or just warm you for a bit. Please.” Sterling said, suggesting all that he wanted from him. He was on his knees, before the other and leaned in, one teasing kitten lick to the head of Henry’s shaft to taste a bead of pre-cum.

his azure hues staring down at her made her heart pound against her chest and butterflies flutter in her stomach. it was hard for her own timid eyes to gaze up at the older male. an appreciative smile appeared on her petals at his concern, “ it wasn’t too much. i just …. ” she responded, feeling goosebumps suddenly rise on her sunkissed skin as his fingertips brushed along her shoulder. green irises watched his thumb for a moment before meeting his gaze. a soft, bashful giggle escaped her throat. “ beautiful ? i just woke up, ” skylar quipped, wiping her fingers underneath her eyes to check for any smudged makeup, realizing she looked like a mess. 

When the blonde man had called him adorable. Well, Sterling liked it. IT made him feel warm and giddy. People had hit on him before, but well - there was something about an Alpha male like the one before him that made such a compliment worthwhile. Made it seem special, or maybe it was the man’s voice so inviting and rich.  “Y-Yeah, it’s Sterling..Sterling Hanaford. Sterling Archer Malin Hanaford and yours?” Sterling asked, feeling kind of silly when he realized he had given his own full information. It had just come out with his own nerves. The kiss was nice, felt right. So damn close as it pressed to his own pelvis. Sterling could feel the cock near him, weighted and it felt so damn good. Sterling wanted to feel the heft of it in his mouth. Hands come into his hair and he hummed. “Oh, yeah, you’re great. Amazing.” Sterling admitted as he looked up at him and then his throat was bared and he had hands in his hair and oh shit. It felt really good. Mouth on his neck and Sterling was, shit he was into it. “Fuck, yes, grip harder. More.” Sterling begged as the man had him up against the wall in moments and he groaned. Pinned there. “Jesus, okay, yeah - this…More.” Sterling groaned. his own hands reaching down and gripping at the front of the blond’s pants, pressing into his package.

There is something predatory about the man before him that draws Sterling in like a moth to a flame. The dark haired male unable to figure out what it was; but it spoke of danger and excitement and made him want to just say yes to whatever the other wanted of him. Anything. That tongue which had done such wicked things to him last night now lapping over plump lips made Sterling want to shiver, it was almost like he could feel phantom pleasure at the idea of what they had done to him before and what Sterling wanted it to do to him again, and again, and again. “Oh.” Sterling responded, somewhat dumbly and regretting it. A flush coming to his cheeks. “Right then.” He added, as if that somehow would make his previous utterance any better. The tease of it as the other came closet to him, arms crossed and took him in when the guy mentioned the girl again he nodded. “Yeah, that..That’s fine. More than fine. You’re–” Sterling wasn’t sure what he was going to say, great? Maybe, but he was but off as lips came over his own and kissed him, a hand on his neck pulling him and Sterling melted right into it, eyes blown wide in surprise for a second, but then fluttered closed and his own arms went for the man before him’s neck, looping around to pull him closer into the kiss. Right, him…Sterling would need to get a name.

elliot eyed the ‘fixins’ with wide eyes and raised brows. it had been a while, okay– a long while since he had a nice breakfast, and an even longer time since he had breakfast with someone he was sleeping with. so, although the atmosphere was bright and a little strange to get comfortable in, he opts to ignore the feeling and just try to relax. clearly if the guy wanted him to get lost, he would’ve let him leave. so what’s he got to lose here? “looks good. breakfast of champs, huh?” he says casually, hands behind his back, hands in one another, simply observing the food before him. he walks around the kitchen almost like he’s afraid to touch anything. except the other, of course. “this is a great step up from the usual cornflakes and half empty energy drink.” he punches out a laugh, breathing in the scents filling the room sweetly. he raises a brow when the other’s touch makes itself known. and at the other male’s question, his body turns. he leans his back against the counter, hands behind him and sighs in thought. “bacon. all of it.” he then shoots them a shit-eating smile. i mean, he might as well take advantage of what’s there for him, right? truthfully, he was feeling oddly sensual for a nice, hearty morning breakfast. he likes to think it’s the mood from last night still lingering on his body, and maybe in his thoughts too. not much he could do about that now, he supposes. elliot hoists himself up onto an empty spot on the counter, legs dangling a bit, just observing the scene unfolding before him delightfully. “you know what i could really go for, though? orange juice. you got that shit?”

Sterling couldn’t believe what he had done last night. He’d been out at a club near campus with some of his fraternity brothers and they had dared him to interrupt a pair dancing, the guy was big, strong and the woman with him had vibrant red hair and large breasts, a real stunner. Ask the girl to dance and well, Sterling figured the guy would shove him and that would be that. He’d not expected the guy to grin and pull him between them both and the three of them to dance together. For their to be touching, some shared drinking. Then, he’d gone home with the pair and they had had…what a night. It was amazing, but when Sterling woke up, he was in the bed alone. He’d been poised to make his exit when the hulking, handsome man had appeared before him. “I…I figured you would want me to go..” He muttered, feeling unsure, but well…The idea seemed sort of nice. Making a choice, he dropped the shoes and reached for the zipper on his pants to pull them down. The other having called him love made his stomach flutter. “Where’s Ruby Red?” He asked. None of them had exchanged names last night.

         “ okay, ” skylar chimed, placing her heels back on the floor before she made her way to the older male. she ran her fingers through her brunette locks, trying to tame them as much as she could. “ of course i had fun last night, ” she replied with a smile, tilting her head as she gazed up at henry. even if she did have fun, she was exhausted from her night with the two men. the younger girl wondered why the other, who was a friend-with-benefits, didn’t wake her up to leave with him. it didn’t really matter now because she’s having free breakfast. it was just not usual for her to be the one doing one-night stands like these. especially threesomes. she adjusted the thin strap of her tank top that was sliding off her shoulder as she asked, “ did you have fun ? ”

“Stop. You’ll make me blush,” he teased, knowing more than well Henry could be dashing. (did anyone say that anymore?) But no matter how well the term applied, it’d take more than that to illicit that sort of response from Grayson. He’d been there. Done that. And it was overrated. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what he would’ve done if he’d met Professor Wolfe a few years ago. 

Ignoring the tinge of disappointment he felt when his paper disappeared in the stack, he tilted his head and chuckled softly. “Your welcome. Just make sure you remember it when you’re looking at my final grades,” Grayson rose an eyebrow, curiosity filling him up as he followed after his professor. His eyes lowered though, unable to help noting how tempting it was to reach out and give his ass a smack. He wasn’t an ass type of guy. Especially when it came to men, and fuck was Henry the epitome of all that was manly in the world, but watching that man walk briskly into the hall, sloshing the whiskey around in his grip? Grayson had to bite his lip and focus on something else. Like– “So where are we going and will it involve editing?” Editing. Not the most original cover, but it did its job. 

“You are quite pretty when you blush, though,” the professor continues with a rogue grin climbing over the curve of his lips. He respects Grayson, finds the young man rather dashing himself, and if he’s allowed to steal a kiss or two thanks to some liquid courage he’s about to consume? So be it. 

He’ll read his paper - it’ll probably be the only one he reads this evening, but he’d much rather enjoy his time with the subject of his fantasies as of late than gorging himself on whatever fantasies his subject has dreamed up on his own. “You’ll pass, Grayson... I don’t see a reason as to why you wouldn’t,” he offers with a shrug. He’s not playing favorites; if there’s anything Henry Wolfe is other than a man who enjoys sleeping with his students on occasion, he’s a fair judge of every single paper put in front of him. A half grin as he stares back at the young man, a shrug on his shoulders. “I’m hoping it’s going to involve a lot of editing, but I’m going to leave that up to you,” he offers as he continues to guide him through the school until they’re stepping out the door which leads them toward the football stadium. The air is crisp and cool, causing Henry to tip his head back and enjoy the slosh of whiskey down his throat and the burn it leaves behind. “C’mere for a sec,” Henry beckons quietly, voice husky in the aftermath of the warm liquid, spinning to face Grayson with a continued grin claiming his bearded mouth. 

         Bright eyes took their own gaze over the towering male, taking in every inch before resting her lock onto his own face. ❝Extra crispy,❞ she replies with ease as eyes follow his own gaze. Thin shoulders moved for a small roll towards his questions. How do you explain such a childish little rule? ❝Not really the type of person to spend the night, usually.❞ The raven-haired beauty confessed as fabric began revealing more of her soft skin. Eyes remaining glued to the male’s face to take in any expressions from the other.

elliot walks out of the bedroom slowly, tugging the rest of his shirt down, that he had thrown on prior to walking out. uncertainty unwinding across his expression, searching for the words to say but still listening to the other’s piece. it was unusual, for him to go home with someone like this. usually, he’d be out the door or window right after shit went down. this time no such thing happened and he wasn’t sure what to do next. assuming the worst never proved to fail him, so he opts for that mindset. “ah.. yeah, i’m not, um–” he stutters with a tilt of his head, one of thought. “i just didn’t wanna overstep my boundaries.” he explains with rasp and confidence. he guesses it’s hard not to overstep when you’ve already seen someones naked body. though, as an escort he should know better than that. mind still set on leaving, elliot slugs himself to the door, picking up his shoes and fumbling with the dirty, worn things. when the other keeps speaking, unexpectedly so, his head turns, and of course he was prepared to listen. the tense feeling in his shoulders and chest eases a bit, and he lets both of them fall slightly. weighing his options, which seemed to be two, ditch the guy and bolt out the door or enjoy a nice breakfast. maybe it was the smell that was too tempting? he shoots them a loose grin and sets his shoes down dramatically with a sigh of the same nature. he bravely approaches the other male, brushing his shoulder with a hand before walking past him through the doorway breezily. “what’re you cookin’, then?”

             She wasn’t one to spend the night, it was a rule for herself. Normally she could sneak out in the middle of the night but after rolling around with not only him but another man, it left her far more exhausted than usual. Aya had made it to the door with her shoes in hand, ready to run out when the male’s voice filled her ears. The woman’s frame turned, dark hair slipping over her shoulder as eyes locked onto the other. Her head said leave but her hungry stomach begged her to stay. This light sigh slipped over her red-stained lips as she dropped her heels by the door. ❝Can’t really lose my pants but you can certainly help me out of my dress,❞ her words were like silk against her as hips naturaly swayed towards the other, stopping just a breath away from the male.

         when she had woken up, green irises searched for the other two bodies that had slept in between her; however, they were both not there. it came to the realization that she slept with two people last night, one of them being a professor at her college. as an art major, skylar had seen him around the halls and her friends even had him as a professor. she quickly sat up, searching for her belongings as she clutched the duvet against her bare chest. “ oh god, i can’t believe i slept in this late, ” she mumbled, sliding out of bed and quickly putting on her tank top and skirt. she looked dishelved, but that wasn’t the most worrisome thing in her mind. the brunette didn’t know where the older male was, but she was embarrassed and reluctantly wanted to leave. why didn’t he wake her up ? tip-toeing out of the bedroom and down the hallway, she spotted her heels that were kicked off during the beginning of their escapade. she bent down to pick them up; however, she jumped when she heard his voice. skylar stood up straight like a deer in headlights as the professor spoke to her. breakfast did sound good as her tummy grumbled, placing her hand on her stomach. “ are you sure ? ” she queried, nibbling down on her bottom lip. “ i … i don’t want to intrude or anything. you’re probably busy. ”

“Positive,” It wasn’t unlike Professor Wolfe to give him a hard time. It would be difficult to respect him if he didn’t. He’d taken two of his classes, both evening courses, and to more than a few of his friends, he was throwing his money away. Grayson had a degree. A decent job. So why funnel cash, and time he could be spending with them, into another institution? And for something as silly as writing courses? They chided him in the back of his mind when he leaned his hip into the man’s desk. “Skip is a negative word. I took a period of reflection at home. And asking you out, would require going out,” he says, propping his bag on the desk top. 

Fumbling a few things out of the way, he eases a bottle from his bag and swishes the golden liquid around with a smirk. “I assume you are straight-from-the-bottle-whiskey kinda guy. Am I right?” He enjoyed writing, that much was obvious from the numerous stories he’d written over the years. But writing at home. Alone. With no one but the internet to critique him? He wouldn’t improve enough to switch careers. He wasn’t wired that way. Plus taking Henry’s classes held other bonuses. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s ‘inspired’ by some real life experiences,” Sitting the bottle on the table, Grayson fished out his short story and held it out to his professor. His insides swirled a bit, knowing more than well that Henry would recognize some of the more intimate portions of the narrative and that some might enlighten him to certain inner workings of his mind. Or rather, the narrator’s. Which you know… are… uh totally different.

Sure, there were repercussions of sleeping with his students. As long as he didn’t get caught, they were all consenting adults, he couldn’t get in real trouble for the physical, animal attraction two people felt toward one another. Grayson was a breath of fresh air; someone who had an apt for the written word and everything he’s ever read from the boy - he’s more than a handful of years younger than Henry himself, so boy is an accurate term for him even though he’s definitely a young man - has been beautiful and poignant. Henry is always eager to see more from him and not just on an intimate level. “I see, well I’m glad you decided to show today. It’s been a bit boring without you around,” he comments with a wry grin claiming the corners of his lips.