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College student Mack having to attend tutoring classes for a subject he doesn’t care much but needs to do good in it to pass, tutor Will that’s in his 40s. 

From the very first time Mack sees Will, he already knows he won’t be paying attention to a single thing Will says. 

Not to say that Macklin is a slut, but he’s the furthest thing away from a virgin, he’s had his share of experiences and had managed to develop preferences. 

The preferences — before — being guys twice his age. Now, it’s more akin to something like married, blonde guys that are smart and sit by him at the same desk, looming over his exercise book. 

Mack knows he’s a fairly attractive guy. With how many old guys are straight creeps, he can’t say he hasn’t been catcalled by them. Therefore, he doesn’t get his standards up. Those men are usually just looking for sex, a quick fuck with a young, pretty guy. 

So, it surprises him when Will turns out to be the polar opposite. He always keeps a physical distance, keeps his speech polite but rather impersonal, noticeably not wanting to overstep boundaries. 

Usually, Mack would appreciate it. He wasn’t sure if he could even bear tutoring hours with his tutor ogling at him. This time, though, he’s almost furious. The pure sight of Will is enough to make his pussy wet and throbbing, yet the guy acts like a saint. 

With how Will’s husband is always around, either walking around the house or lounging in the same living room they sit in solving problems, Mack really, really can’t do much. 

He honest to god wishes for the guy to be ran over by a truck. He almost feels bad. Almost. With his options limited, he has to resort to making puppy eyes at Will, staring from under his lashes as he does his best to look innocent. 

During their classes, he also tries to shuffle closer to Will, under the pretense of wanting to see something clearer in the shared book before their eyes. With every movement, he lets out a small grunt on whimper, being aware of it’s effect on older guys from his experience. 

Sometimes, instead of solving problems, he feigns annoyance, complaining about how he hasn’t been with anybody for soooo long , and how it’s so hard to find anybody mature and sensible. 

Will always nods, then coughs, responding with something in the lines of I understand your frustration , but now is not the time, Mack. 

He starts wearing tighter clothing to their classes. He likes how it wraps around his curves, definitely not explicit but tempting to the person he desires. 

Mack assumes Will think’s he’s just straight stupid, with how often he whines but I don’t understaaand.. as he lightly sucks and nibbles on the tip of his pen. It’s far from the truth. 

Mack delights in seeing how Will’s cheeks redden as he stares at him through his furrowed brows, his plump, pink lips working at the pen cap. 

Matter of fact, Will is genuinely a good tutor. With each class, Mack finds himself comprehending more and more of the material. 

Despite that, he requests of Will to make their meetings happen more often. He can afford this pleasure, his dada not afraid to spend money on his son’s precious education. 

The thought that he also has other students makes his blood boil, but he doubts anybody is as desperate as he is. But, just in case, he pushes harder. 

Refraining from being self aware helps him ignore how pathetic he’s acting, sitting on chairs moved further away from the desk so he can arch into position, leggings framing his ass splayed over the expensive chair. He can’t help but smirk seeing Will sneak glances at him through his peripheral vision. 

Mack takes pride in seeing his attempts come successful, noticing how now Will’s pants strain against his half-chub more often than not. 

Mack leans his entire weigh into the man, pressing their arms flush as he huffs, staring at the blank paper before him. He didn’t lie when he said he hasn’t been getting some — ever since he met Will, he couldn’t bring himself to even try. 

One day, as Mack enters the house in tight little pants (which border on giving him cameltoe), he immediately notices the lack of sounds from inside the house. 

As he sits down, he asks Will "Is your husband not home today? Why’s it so quiet?” with a small, innocent smile as he watches the older man’s body tense. 

"Yeah, he had a doctors appointment. ” Will nods and to that Mack just nods, already grinning to himself. This means he can officially go through with his plan, finally letting himself get what he desires. 

The entire time, he’s pushing into Will’s side, shuffling around more than usual as small breaths and whimpers leave his body with each move. He props his head on the arm he sets on the table, watching Will as he speaks. 

Due to how close he’s moved himself toward him, their faces reallt aren’t far apart. Mack lets himself categorize the small elements of Will’s one that he hasn’t had the chance to notice earlier. 

He can feel himself going wet at the low sound of Will’s voice, glancing at the glasses on the man’s face, then at his beautiful blonde hair. He’s almost sure he’s already managed to leave a wet spot under himself, if the quietest sound of squelching as he moved was anything to go off by.

To that, Will finally seems to fumble, stuttering over his words as his face reddens, a singular drop of sweat running down his temple. He hears Will gasp as he sneaks a hand down to rub up and down at the guy’s lap.  

At his last attempt at keeping his honor Will reprimands him. "Macklin, stop. That’s really inappropriate, ” Though his voice is already faltering. 

Mack just replies with a small hmm, is that so? before shuffling his hand to grip at the print of Will’s hard dick. He palms at it as Will groans, humming. 

And honest to god, Will’s a good guy, god bless him, but some temptations he just can’t resist. He brings a hand to grip at his pendant for a second, before finally starting to rock his hips into Mack’s palm. 

"Hmm, knew you couldn’t resist me, mr. Smith, could you?” Mack boasts, leaning in even closer as he applies pressure at Will’s growing erection. "Been saving myself all these months for you, haven’t fucked anybody in months, kept myself tight for you,” he speaks, causing Will to groan. 

He doesn’t get much of a response aside from 'fuck', then the feeling of hands on his hips as he’s being lifted up and manhandled onto the couch. 

He moans as Will shrugs his pants off in one quick movement, exposing his wet panties. Mack’s soaked them through, Will gasping at the visible outline of his thick pussy. 

Mack only watches with his chest heaving as Will reaches to unbuckle his own pants, discarding them on the floor. 

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it was definitely not Will leaning in to lap at his folds through the material. He couldn’t help but keen, bringing his hand up to land his hand in Will’s curls, pressing his head further down. 

Will just keeps licking at it, the stimulation at once too much but not enough. The pink cotton is deliberately ruined, but for a good cause with how high Mack’s feeling. 

He stumbles through his words as he begs, "Mr. Smith, f-fuck, please, just—” he groans, his free hand landing on his forehead. 

Despite the unfinished sentence, Will, the smart man he is, seems to understand what Mack was getting at as he shimmies out of his boxers. 

His cock hits his stomach, and fuck, is he big. Macklin can’t help but let out another shattered moan, rushing to shove his panties off his legs, absolutely desperate for more. 

"Fuck,” Will says as he looks at Mack’s now bare bottom half, "weren’t lying. Such a tight boy for me. ” He hums, leaning over Mack as he connects their lips, his finger circling Macklin’s hole, before slipping in. 

He doesn’t spend much time pushing in and out before adding another, scissoring his fingers in Mack’s warm insides, the boy breathing into the kiss as their lips keep breaking apart and pulling back in. 

"Shit— please. 'M ready. ” He keens, not being able to wait much longer, knowing what was waiting for him. "Can’t. Don’t wanna hurt my favorite student. ” Will states, pushing a third finger in as he swiftly moves in and out. 

Finally, Mack feels Will’s cock rub against his pussylips, the red tip already dripping with precum. Mack’s hole clenches around nothing, excitedly anticipating Will. 

They both groan as Will pushes in, the slide easy with how soaked Mack is. True to his words, he’s tight, his insides seeming to rearrange to articulate for the thick intrusion. 

Mack reaches to pull his legs against his chest, hot breaths leaving him as Will settles over them. Mack whines as he feels Will buried so deep inside of him, and can’t help but think holy shit, it was all worth it. 

Not much time has to pass for Will to start pushing in and out, wet plapping sounds ringing around the room every time their hips connect, every time Will’s head pushes as his cervix. 

The only thing Mack can consciously do is try and roll his hips into the thrusts, his pussy burning from how much Will was stretching him. 

They’re both still in their shirts, unmistakably dirty, the fabric shifting under their movements as Will bottoms out. 

Mack can’t help but whine as he feels himself come to the edge, his hips stuttering up into the air as he comes with a broken whimper. Despite that, Will keeps onfucking into him, each thrust starting to hurt more and more as tears prickle Mack’s eyes from overstimulation. 

He’s impressed with the man’s stamina, from his experience most older guys would already be past finishing in him. Opposed to that, Will’s pace still hasn’t faltered, sweat prickling down his face as his glasses threaten to fall off his face.