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“Fuck.” Harry rubbed his bruised hip as he continued to walk down the row of school desks to his seat.

“Okay class; get out your books because today we’re studying persuasive techniques.” Mr Tomlinson snapped as the class all murmured quietly. “Quick.” He was obviously pissed off so the whole class complied, except for Harry. Mr Tomlinson realised this as soon as he sat down and furrowed his eyebrows at how foolish the boy was, catching him on such a bad day. Louis flicked his fringe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Harry, that doesn’t exclude you.” Harry just look at Mr Tomlinson and smirked. God did he look sexy when he was angry, Harry thought. Mr Tomlinson wasn’t bad for a teacher: he wasn’t short, had nice hair, sometimes sporting stubble and extremely fit. Mr Tomlinson was only 22 years old, teaching a year 12 class. But when he was mad, there was just something that would send Harry’s blood rushing down.

“I know sir.” Harry replied without moving an inch.

“Then do something about it.” Louis snapped back at the boy who was clearly drooling over him. ‘Thank god I’ve been hitting the gym’ was all Louis could think whilst he became aware the boy was smirking back at him.

“Can’t be bothered sir.” And everyone looked back at the curly-haired flirt of the school. He was really picking a fight with the bad mood Mr Tomlinson?

“Well them you’ll have to sit back with me after school then. See if you can be bothered then.” Louis looked at the stupid smirk on Harry’s face. “You’ll have to stay until 4.” The smirk hadn’t wiped off Harry’s face though, and Louis was pissed off.

“But sir, it’s against the law to keep me in for more than ten minutes.” Harry suddenly looked annoyed and wasn’t happy with having to stay back. All he wanted to do was anger Mr Louis Tomlinson even more, so that he could have an image of his guilty pleasure as he took care of himself after school.

“Well then too bad.” Louis snapped as he started writing on the board. That smart ass was going to pay.

“Okay, there will be a quiz on the fundamentals tomorrow. I expect you all to study hard. Basics people, we need them.” Louis was interrupted by the bell, signalling the end of period 6, as well as school. “Dismissed. Except for you Harry, stay back.” Harry groaned as he watched all his friends pile out of the classroom.

“See you tonight at training mate.” Liam had said as he walked out of the classroom with the rest of his classmate.  “Fuck.” Was all Harry could think. He’d be stuck in the classroom with a massive hard on, being lectured by his angry psychology teacher: his guilty pleasure. Harry hoped that he’d just have to do lines: seated at his desk so his bulge wasn’t spotted. Louis  went to go shut the door and then walked over to his desk in complete silence.

“Now, Harry. I want to know why you were being such a cocky git in my class today.” Louis looked over his glasses at the boy who was shifting awkwardly in his seat. As Louis realised why the boy was shifting so incredibly awkwardly, a smirk crept across his face. “Actually Harry, come over here.” And to Louis’ amusement Harry’s face fell into horror.

“No, I’m good thanks.”  Harry tried to keep his composure but it was no use, Louis knew.

“Harry, I know you have a hard-on. Now come up to the front now.” Louis replied as the other boy carefully sauntered his way to the front. He was wearing a pair of brown chinos, smart move.

“Yes sir?” Harry stood in front of Louis’ desk, scared of what he’d think. Louis walked around the desk, in front of Harry.

“Harry, you’re attracted to me aren’t you.” Louis smirked as the boy was left speechless. He quickly gathered his words and strung them together. Harry gasped as the older man started palming his fully clothed erection. He tried to gain his composure but he was leaning on the desk.

“What, YOU? Hahah never.” Harry unconvincingly replied.

“If you weren’t then why is your body reacting like this.” And before Harry could catch himself, he was rolling his hips to Louis’ palm.  Without another word, Louis initiated a kiss between them, a hungry and lusty kiss. Louis pushed his palm against Harry bulge harder, leading Harry to gasp. Louis took that chance to slip his tongue into Harry’s mouth. Before long, the boys were both fighting for dominance as Louis continued palming Harry’s still clothed erection. This was getting frustrating and they had to break from the kiss because of lack of air. Harry pulled Louis into him, rolling their hips together as the older man gasped.

“Too many clothes.” Harry muttered as he started to rip off Louis’ shirt and pants and Louis did the same for him. Harry sucked on Louis’ neck as he slammed him up against the whiteboard. The cool surface on Louis’ back, along with the feeling of Harry’s tongue on him, sent pleasure down Louis’ spine. Harry continued licking down Louis before getting to his nipples. He brought one into his mouth and swirled his tongue, causing the older man to writhe against him.

“Nngg, Harry. You’re so good.” Louis moaned as he bucked his hips for more friction against the boy’s bulge, now only restricted by a pair of jocks.  The boy smirked as he took in the other  nipple, imitating exactly what he did with the other one, causing the man to jerk.

“Harry stop.” Harry looked at Louis as he realised what he was doing. He was taking part in forplay with his teacher. Shit. Harry thought that Louis would be telling him to stop and leave but what Louis did startled him. Louis swapped their positions, Harry’s back against the cool whiteboard, while Louis kneeled. Before another though, Louis licked around Harry’s jock’s waistband and then proceeded to strip him of them, allowing his erection to spring out freely.

“Mmm, yummy.” Louis gave a few flicks of the wrist, leaving the boy moaning deeply.

“Oh fuck Mr Tomlinson.”  He gasped as Louis took him into his mouth. As soon as those words left Harry’s mouth, Louis stopped and looked up at him quizzically, one eyebrow up.

“You can only call me Louis during times like this.” Louis responded, before playfully hitting Harry in the balls and swirling his tongue on the head of his erection. Harry groaned in response to the mix of pain and pleasure.

“Oh Louis. You’re so good.” Harry moaned as he continued to mouth fuck Louis.

“Louis. I think I’m going to come.” Louis immediately stopped and stood up. Harry immediately took this as an ivitation to push him onto the desk. Louis was bent over the desk, ass sticking out and completely naked. Harry licked him lips before pushing two of his fingers into Louis’ mouth, getting him to lick them clean. Harry then pulled them out his mouth and began to push them both into Louis without warning.

“Ahh, Fuck. Harry.” Louis keened at this sudden intrusion but slowly welcomed it, thrusting against it. As soon as Harry realised that Louis was ready, he pulled his fingers out of Louis before licking them.

“Louis, you taste so good.” He moaned at the taste and Louis groaned at the sight of it. Caught off guard, Harry positioned his cock at Louis’ entrance and ,in one swift motion, thrusting into Louis deeply. Louis gasped at the sudden intrusion. Harry was definitely better than any toy he’d owned. Harry was definitely a lot better.

“Oh  god Harry. You’re so much bigger than any of my toys.” Harry smirked and became harder inside Lou at the image of Louis getting himself with toys. He pushed harder into Louis, hitting his prostate and receiving groans and moans in response from Louis. He brought  his hand to the front, where Louis’ cock was, and started pumping the other man’s erection.

“Faster Harry, faster.” And Harry complied, quickening his speed in rhythm of his pumps. Before long both men came. Louis’ handed landed all over the desk, whereas Harry’s had been inside Louis. They both collapsed onto the desk and looked at each other.

“What a mess.” Louis panted and Harry just smirked at him before licking the mess off the desk.

“Mmm, you taste so good.” Harry murmured and Louis just smirked.