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"okay okay, if there was one person at school you could fuck, who would it be?"
"professor Romero." kageyama answers without hesitation.
"damn, y'know, if I weren't so invested in chasing after shimizu, I'd totally join you in your thirst quest to bang your teacher, man." Tanaka responds, reaching across the table to give kageyamas shoulder a pat.
"I appreciate your willingness to devote yourself to my lgbtq thot cause."
"I mean you could just say gay thot cause, you are pretty much a raging homosexual."
"yeah but you're not gay. and I don't think that raging flaming homosexual is a term I'd use to describe me."
"eh, you're right." Tanaka says, ruminating on his response before continuing. "you're more of the, 'brooding loner emo' gay. the one who stares at you with intense eyes and is really quiet but loves passionately."
"hah. only you would know." kageyama says with a grin. he swishes the remnants of his coffee around in his cup as he checks the time on his watch. 15 minutes before his cultural studies class. the one with professor Romero.
"okay but, assuming Romero is gay, he'd totally be the dilf gay."
"dilf?" kageyama questions. Tanaka spits out his drink.
"please tell me that you, as a college senior, are, for once in your very solemn life, joking?? god you have to know what a dilf is. Romero is literally the definition!!"
"whoa, ryu, chill. I actually don't know what it means."
"dad I'd like to fuck. he's got a son right? he's definitely got the facial hair for it, the age, yeah. man's a bonafide dilf." Tanaka confirms, and kageyama flushes red. he's never really thought of it that way before; Romero did have a son, and he was, what, 45 this year? according to the slideshow that he made kageyama look through before the class he ta'd for at the beginning of the year. and god, that beard of his, streaked with silver that matched his more or less silvery hair. kageyama didn't want to admit all the ways he'd thought about that man and his beard. but there was one problem.
"he's married." he blurts out.
"oh shit. maybe he's poly?"
"god, I don't know. but I'd low-key fuck his husband too." kageyama groans.
"who's his husband? do we know him?"
"coach Romero? shugo?"
"oh shiiiiit! I had no fuckin clue they were married my dude! how'd you figure that out?"
"ive only been in about five of Romero's classes. Nicholas, not shugo. shugo is the volleyball coach too, but you wouldn't know that since you quit after high school." kageyama teases, poking his friends cheek with his finger. "alright, I gotta go. it's cultural studies time. today, and for every day forthcoming and every day since the beginning of the quarter, I'll be studying the culture of why my professor is so fucking hot." kageyama gives Tanaka a little smirk and wave before he gathers his things and all but runs from the coffee shop across campus to his classroom.
he barely makes it into the classroom with 10 minutes to spare, which is unusual for him since he usually sits and talks with Nicolas for 15 or 20 minutes before class starts and everyone starts filing in. nicolas is one of the most captivating people he's ever had the pleasure of meeting, and not just because of his salt and pepper beard and shiny silver hair that still had hints of dark brown in it. Nicolas was truly one of the brightest, kindest, and most pleasant professors he'd ever had, and it kept him coming back five times and counting now. he was a little bit sad he'd have to graduate soon, as it meant he wouldn't have an excuse to talk to Nicolas anymore.
Nicolas himself seemed to sense his inner worries, because when kageyama looked up from his desk, he found himself eye to eye with Nicolas, his gentle, soft gaze a bit worried.
"something on your mind, tobio?"
you, tobio answered in his head. "just thinking about graduation is all. in just a few short months, I won't have any excuses to see you anymore." it comes off as a bit more flirty than he had intended to get with his professor, but y'know what? fuck it! maybe he should flirt with Nicolas. it was his last few months anyways, and if it was well received, what would it hurt? maybe he and shugo were open to others?
"who says you need an excuse?" Romero asks, a twinkle in his eyes. was that? no, keep it on the down low, tobio, don't look into anything too much.
"well yes, I'm sure your old students come and visit you all the time." good cover, tobio, he'll never suspect anything now! Nicolas smirks. doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. his grin tells tobio everything he needs to know. that's not what I meant and you know it, the smirk said. kageyama was sure of it. he shifts in his seat, turning to face Nicolas even more.
"not really, no. you'd be the first I'd even think to want to see after you graduate." oh he's definitely flirting. there's no way he and his husband wouldn't be up for hooking up at the very least. tobio wouldn't even want to wait the two months till graduation to get their dicks in him. but on the offchance that he's wrong, he knows he's got to keep quiet about his desires. he'd die inside if he made coming to class awkward for both him and Nicolas, and he'd have to drop out of the volleyball club-- hell, maybe even drop off the face of the earth before he ever faced shugo after getting rejected by them.
"be careful, professor. wouldn't want anyone to think you were hitting on your students now would you?" he says with a smirk, but the dark look Nicolas gives him quickly wipes the grin off his face and replaces it with a flooding of lust straight to his core and a light blush dusting his cheeks.
"student," he corrects. "and for the record, I am." he returns to his desk as students start filing in, hips swaying in a way that made tobios pussy throb within the confines of his boxers. oh Lord did he need this man. and soon.
all he could think about during the entirety of Nicolas' lecture was how the older man had office hours after this. tobio had an open block before his second class at 2, but he'd never taken advantage of Nicolas' office hours, except to drop by on the rare occasion that he had papers to give to Nicolas that he'd graded for his class during his free time. he'd be damned if he didn't make good use of their combined free time today, though.
except, the minutes seemed to tick by like hours, and by the time class ended, he was nearly so consumed by his thoughts, eyes clouded over with lust thinking about what Nicolas might do to him that he almost didn't notice the man himself walking towards him.
"tobio," he purred. god, fuck me now, tobio thought, legs opening instinctively, though Nicolas couldn't see that behind the wall of his desk that separated them. "you seemed out of it in class today. anything on your mind?"
"I think maybe, I might stop by during your office hours." he says hollowly, mind still floating in space, thinking about Nicolas and the huge cock he has to be packing.
Nicolas only smirks, like he knows his effect on tobio. "please do, I get awful lonely by myself every day." then tobio is alone in the classroom, left with his dirty wandering thoughts. the scent of Nicolas' cologne lingered, leaving an invisible trail that brought tobio to his feet and had him feeling like he was walking on air as he headed towards his professor's office. in his mind, his state of being could almost be described like a cartoon character who floats a few inches above the ground, eyes closed, expression sated as they follow a nice smell to it's source, much like tobio felt as his feet carried themselves on autopilot until he found himself at Nicolas' office door, closed, but inviting him in so tantalizingly.
he doesn't even knock, just opens the door, and the sight he's met with has his pupils blown wide with need, knees quaking as he watches his professor stroke his thick cock with quick rough jerks of his hand. he hasn't even noticed tobio standing there in the doorway, so lost in whatever he's fantasizing about. tobio would like to imagine it's him, but he doesn't get the chance to, because Nicolas is shouting out his name as his cums splatters over his chest, crisp white button up unbuttoned and pushed to the side, cardigan pushed up and over his pecs. no one but tobio would know that Nicolas just came thinking about him, and the click of the door and slide of the lock behind him ensured that.
he drops his bag to the ground at the same time that Nicolas locks eyes with him, looking like a deer in headlights. it's almost cute, seeing his flirty and confident professor's cheeks coated in a soft dusting of pink at being caught in the act of pleasuring himself to the thought of the very student he was currently looking at.
"I knew it." he whispers softly, taking a tentative step forward. he drops to his knees in front of Nicolas, looking up at him through his lashes to gauge his reaction as he nuzzles into the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to Nicolas' twitching cock.
"tobio," the older man licks his lips, hands patiently gripping the side rests of his chair. tobio can tell he'd rather his hands be gripping tobios hair instead, so he guides one of those large, calloused hands to his hair in an almost taunt. the action says more than words ever could. it says: c'mon, don't be a pussy, I know you wanna do it. at the first feeling of Nicolas' hands tightening in his hair, he begins to kiss the insides of his thighs softly. he's about to bite down softly, teasingly, when a thought crosses his mind.
"wait, Nicolas, what about your husband?" he asks, breath fanning out against the older man's meaty thigh.
"gonna tell him bout this later, and ill owe him some money too." he chuckles, voice husky and dripping with lust. the thought of shugo and Nicolas making bets on him, sexual ones at that, goes straight to his core, and he's even more wet than he thought he could be. he huffs out a soft laugh.
"I knew I was right." he celebrates this little victory of his by leaning into the soft expanse of skin before him and biting down just enough to make Nicolas' hand tighten further in his hair and a low groan escape his lips. it turned him on beyond belief the sounds he could draw out of his professor and spurred him to go even further, eyes flitting over Nicolas' massive cock before he licks a stripe up the shaft. if Nicolas wasn't hard before, he was now, long cock standing at attention right in front of tobios very very hungry eyes.
tobio breathes out softly, the hot air hitting the tip of Nicolas' cock, causing him to shudder. then tobio is sinking down onto his cock shakily, until his nose is buried in dark curls and Nicolas is threading his hands through tobios hair. the gutteral moan Nicolas lets out as tobio bobs his head up and down is enough to spur him on.
"good boy," Nicolas breathes out. "such a good boy sucking my cock like that, s'like you were made for it hm? I bet you'd like shugo's cock splitting you open too, wouldn't you?" he laughs softly when he sees tobios legs widen instinctively, dripping cunt completely exposed to whoever were to walk into Nicolas' office if the door weren't locked. part of him wished that shugo would come barging in, pupils blown wide with lust as he watched tobio suck his husband off. tobio would wiggle his hips, an open invitation for shugo to shut and lock the door and absolutely destroy tobios cunt. he'd never had sex before, and from what Nicolas insinuated, his husband was huge, so it'd take some prep to get him ready to take shugo but he'd gladly let his volleyball coach be his first. and his last, says that voice in his head, but he doesn't dwell on it.
instead, he focuses on swirling his tongue around the head of his favorite professor's cock, collecting the precum beading from his slit, making the hands in his hair tighten. Nicolas swears under his breath when tobio looks up at him through his lashes, head bobbing up and down without ever taking his eyes off the older man above him.
"my god, tobio," his voice rumbles deep in his chest like a purr, and tobio moans around his cock at the baritone that fills his ears. "look at you, so beautiful, honey, linda, amo como você se sente." and tobio has no idea what he's saying, but he keens at Nicolas' words, because they sound like pure heaven falling from his lips. he's never heard Nicolas speak in any other language before, and he would do anything to draw it out of him again.
the slick slide of Nicolas' in and out of his mouth has him going slack jawed. he has half a mind to pull up and off Nicolas' cock just so he can utter out, "fuck my throat." before plunging back down onto the older mans cock and relaxing his throat, waiting patiently with his nose nuzzled at the base of his cock for him to start thrusting.
"gimme a tap on my thigh if you need me to stop okay baby?" to signify he understands, tobio squeezes his thigh lightly, and then he's thrusting his cock into tobios throat, groaning at the bulge the appears each time he gives a quick, shallow thrust of his hips. tobio is nothing but a cocksleeve at the moment, but there's nothing more that he'd want, and he hopes Nicolas knows he wants to be used.
"fuck," Nicolas hisses, through clenched teeth. "você parece tão bonito meu amor." tobios eyes flutter shut at the soft words, the sudden shift in Nicolas' tone making him lean into his touch more. the slight change in position causes him to sink further down onto Nicolas' cock. he's drooling so much that each time Nicolas thrusts forward it makes a sick, wet noise that has tobio reaching down between his legs to dip his fingers beneath the waistband of his joggers and past his boxers to glide through his soaked folds. if he were to get any wetter, he'd soak a wet patch through the soft Heather grey of his sweatpants and then Nicolas would really know how aroused he was from getting throat fucked by his silver fox of a professor.
he wants Nicolas to feel as good as he does though, so he hollows his cheeks and sucks Nicolas down like his life depends on it. the motion draws another sharp groan from the man above him, who, when tobio looks up, has his head thrown back against the back of his chair, eyes screwed tightly shut. his lip trembled as he bit into it hard enough to draw blood, and if tobio weren't occupied sucking the thickest cock he's ever laid eyes on, he'd be swiping his tongue out to collect the droplets of blood off Nicolas' bottom lip. he groans at the thought, and Nicolas' hips stutter. tobio could tell he was close, his composure slipping away slowly as he bucked his hips at an even quicker pace. a slick schlorping sound fills the room as tobio chokes on Nicolas' cock. he can feel it bulging out his throat with each thrust and it's so fucking hot.
"tobio, meu amor, I'm going to cum," he warns, and tobio can feel him trying to pull him off of his cock but he stays deeply seated with his nose buried in thick dark curly pubes until Nicolas' hips stutter once more and he's spilling down tobios throat. he does his best to swallow it all, but it's viscous and slightly bitter, a bit salty, and some of it slips out of his lips and down his chin in slow trails. he can only imagine with his red cheeks, blissed out face, eyes crossed as he cums untouched in his boxers how much of a common whore he looks like. Nicolas' cock gives one last pathetic spurt, then tobio is pulled off his softening cock and sticking his tongue out so Nicolas can see the remainder of his load that didn't find its way down tobios hot, tight, throat.
"goood, good fuckin boy. swallow for me okay baby?" he says with a breathy grin, and tobios sticks his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing obediently then letting his tongue loll out again to show he'd followed directions. even when not in class, tobio was still Nicolas Romero's star pupil, and he was more than prideful of that fact.
tobio rides his post sex high all the way till volleyball club after his classes. his mind - and his gaze - wanders to his coach. Nicolas would've had plenty of time by now to tell shugo about their tryst in his office, but he doubts shugo would say anything about it during practice. if tobio had learned anything from being around shugo, it was that he was more of a reserved man, while also maintaining an energetic and cheerful personality during practice. where nicolas was prone to sharing every detail about his life (not that tobio minded), shugo preferred to keep volleyball club about volleyball and not much else. sometimes he'd slip in an anecdote or two from his highschool volleyball years, but even then the topic was about volleyball and was strictly used to teach them a lesson.
as he practiced diligently, mind on the ball but also on shugo, he wondered if there was any way that he would be able to get shugo to open up more.
he was even more interesting than Nicolas, if only for his mysterious nature and the fact that the topic of conversation in the locker room after practice was always about shugo and what he was really like outside of practice. tobio knew that some of the players had tried to catch him at bars, frequenting ones that they'd heard from other professors they'd seen him at, but none had had such luck so far. tobio was curious about it himself, as any other normal person would be, but he prefers a more straightforward approach than the shady tactics his teammates use.
he approaches shugo as soon as practice is over. he doesn't bother changing out of his sweaty clothes, he has a feeling shugo wouldn't mind dealing with a little.. bodily fluid.
"hey, coach!" he calls, and shugo's head whips towards him with a speed he's never seen before. tobio swallows down his fears, then grins. he definitely knows.
"how can I help you, tobio? ya did good today, by the way," he says, eyes flitting over tobio when he preens at the praise.
"thank you, coach Romero. I just wanted to let you know something. you may already have heard, but, earlier during your husband's office hours, I sucked him off, and it might've been the best he's ever had."
what in the world. tobio. what are you doing? he chides himself. he had just planned on being straightforward, not poking the fucking bear!
"oh? and did Nicolas himself tell ya this?" he cocks an eyebrow at tobio. the volleyball he's holding in one giant hand might have permanent indents in it from how hard he's gripping it.
"mm, he did." this is a bald faced lie and you know it, he tells himself. but the longer he looks at his coach and his twitching eyebrow as he tries to hold his composure, the more his bratty side rears it's head. "oh, and he told me himself that he'd give anything just to fuck my pretty pussy." tobio licks his lips, about to open his mouth to add more, the cherry on top of the cake, but the volleyball in his coach's hand popping loudly and violently startles him.
"he said that huh? heh. that's funny. why don't ya gimme yer number and.. I'll text ya my address. I'd like to see Nicolas keep good on his word. lemme know what ya like for dinner too. we'd like to wine and dine ya before fuckin ya silly." tobio bods curtly, taking his coach's phone and typing his number in under the name 'your new fuck toy' and hands it back to him with a smirk.
"see you later, coach."
"wear something.. nice." is the response he gets, and the way it's said suggests that maybe he should wear something under his 'something nice.' maybe something in their team colors. either way, he has some shopping to do.