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[iniquiticity]

Anonymous asked
>> okay that proffessor/student prompt you just filled definitely left me wanting more. Gw is so brutal i love it. So. How does their next encounter go?

i couldn’t remember what you were talking about. then i did. anyway, that’s here. https://iniquiticity.tumblr.com/post/162152624454/i-am-having-thoughts-about-alex-whos-about-to



For a little while he can’t they’re professional, other than the fact that after the class Alex always has go home and rub one out because he can’t get being fucked over the bar sink out of his mind. He learns something about Mathematical Economics, but not most of it. Most of him is concentrating on George’s arms, and George’s back, and George’s voice. (He’s really into the low rumble of George’s voice, and when George is talking about economics, Alex mostly just hears you’re a hot little slut.

Six weeks into the class, George asks to see him after class. George has the distance that makes Alex want to beg to impress him. He’s pretty sure he aced the quiz last week, but they argued for a good ten minutes about some formula in this class, with all of the other students staring daggers at him wanting him to shut up and get on with the class.

When the rest of the postgrads filter out, it’s just him and George. George glares at him. He thinks not now boner as hard as he can.

“Is there a reason that you’re interested in upsetting the whole class, throwing off my lesson plan, and making me late?” George asks. Alex isn’t sure whether he’s supposed to be getting this turned on, and what’s worse the obvious wrongness of George bending him over his desk and fucking him adds to it, not subtracts.

“I’m not just going to sit back when i hear something that doesn’t work out,” he shot back. “i don’t just show up here to be brainwashed.”

George sighs. he folds his arms on the desk, intertwines his fingers. it’s not fair george can look at him like that. he processes formulas in his head to try to keep from getting hard. the silence makes it worse. does george know?

“i read your essay from last week,” george says, finally, “you’re brilliant. and you get into these pointless debates with me in class. why? to rile me up? is that what this is about?”

“they’re not point–” the word dies in his throat, because george has stood, and yeah, okay alex can see the line in his slacks where his cock is, and he’s hit with a pang of overwhelming want.

“so it is to rile me up,” george growls, and alex feels the shudder. “i knew it. slut.”

he barely manages to not drop to his knees right there.

“if riling me up is what you like to do,” george says, and his voice is so low and dark that alex’s head is fogged with it, “then that’s an issue that should be settled out of class. my office hours are on the syllabus.”

he leaves the classroom without more words. alex stands there for a minute or two longer, breathing hard. he’s not sure his legs work quite yet.