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When they were both dressed, Donavan snatched Faustino’s lips in a hurried kiss, ending it as the bell rang and making his way over to the door to unlock it, gesturing for Faustino to open the blinds. By the time the students began filtering in, they were both seated as if nothing had happened. Once all the students were seated, Donavan got to his feet and moved to the front of the class. “Please take out all that you need for your English crass.” He instructed in English, going over it once again when only a few of the students, Faustino included of course, did as they were told. Than he asked in Japanese, “Does someone want to tell me what you’ve been going over recently?” A few hands rose, so, smirking, Donavan narrowed down his criteria. “Can you say it in English?” Only one hand remained. “Esparanza-kun?” Donavan said with satisfaction.
"Paasto tensu," Faustino said carefully, trying to say the words correctly. He smiled innocently at Donavan, batting his eyelashes in a way he had learned to do by experience. "Sensei," he added, shifting slightly and keeping Donavan's gaze.
“Ah, past tense?” Donavan repeated in Japanese for the rest of the class’s benefit. “Excellent. In that case, why don’t each of you write down something interesting you’ve done recently, and we’ll share them with the class. Even if you only know a few words or you need to use the dictionary, do your best.” Donavan smiled, renewing his efforts to act his part. He felt so much better after lunch, he didn’t mind putting in a little effort to act like an actual teacher.
He gave them ten minutes before he asked them to stop and began calling on people at random. Most of their work was very simple, a few words, a few verbs, lacking in coherency. One student had a sentence, but it was extremely fundamental. Faustino was, as always, infinitely more skilled than his peers. When Donavan grew tired of the monotonous single word answers, he called on Faustino, greatly looking forward to hearing the sort of interesting things Faustino had come up with.
Faustino smiled innocently. He was confident that no one else in his class would comprehend what he was about to say, but he wanted to make sure he didn't appear incriminating. "Biingu screwed bai yuu," he replied without so much as batting an eyelash. "Ando uishingu Ai uazu uitsu yuu. Biikazu Ai rob yuu." He waited expectantly for Donavan's reply, for he was sure he was bound to get some reaction.
Donavan smirked in response to Faustino’s first sentence. Not only was it a perfect use of the vernacular, but Faustino’s boldness, even if it was under the protection of a foreign language, thoroughly impressed him. As Faustino continued however, Donavan’s smirk melted into a smile. For all of Faustino’s maturity, some of the slightly childish things he said were enough to make Donavan melt, and besides that, his accent was adorable.
“Nicely done.” Dragomir praised in Japanese before his voice softened slightly, touched, and he switched into English to reply. ”I love you too, Faustino. Next time you miss me, we’ll have to create some more interesting memories for you to say in past tense… I’ll show you something new.” Donavan spoke very quickly to disguise what he was saying from everyone but Faustino, who he hoped was able to catch it all.
Faustino blushed slightly, and struggled to find the right words in English for a reply. "Ai-Ai'd laiku daat," he said slowly, glancing quickly to the rest of the class to make sure they weren't catching any of this. They didn't seem to be, so he grinned and continued. "Ai caan't uaito."
Donavan smirked at Faustino to show that he had no intention in the slightest of making him wait. Then, reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the class. “I hope you can all learn something from Faust-paranza-kun, and keep up your studies.” Donavan realized halfway through his mistake that he’d started to say Faustino’s first name, and did his best to rectify the slipup. The end result, he worried, sounded worse that it would have if he’d just left it. Either way, he could tell by the blank stares he was receiving that no one had understood their little exchange, and that most of them were generally ignoring him. Good. He could do what he liked. Smirking again, Donavan decided exactly what it was that he’d like. “Well then class, why don’t you all try and put together a sentence tonight at home for when your teacher comes back?” There was a general grumble of assent, and Donavan rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Now that we’re finished with that, let’s head to gym.” Donavan had no idea why he hadn’t thought of it before; gym was decently the perfect excuse for a little…“physical education.”
He let the students lead him to the gym, where they discovered that nets, rackets, balls had been set up for tennis. After confirming that they could use the equipment, Donavan had the class divide up into teams for a scrimmage.
Faustino looked around as he was assigned a partner, and wandered over to the other boy blankly. Gym was the one class where he didn't particularly excel; though he could easily kill with a knife or some other weapon, he was never much of a sporty person. He picked up one of the rackets that had been set out, and made his way over to a net, waiting for the opposing team to serve. He was bored and hoped that Donavan would make gym shorter than usual, because it was his least favourite subject.
Donavan made the rounds, pretending to watch as the students played and dropping a few comments on form here and there so that it appeared he was interested. Really, he was anxious to get over to where Faustino was playing; the very idea of Faustino in his short little shorts and fuku playing tennis, possibly sweating lightly, was enthralling. The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became to get over to where Faustino, he saw out of the corner of his eye, was now serving. He redoubled his pace, and at last made it through all the students and over to Faustino who was watching intently as the opposite team served the ball. As it approached, Donavan watched as Faustino’s body tensed, preparing to hit the ball as it flew towards him. He hit, but his form was slightly off, and as a result, the hit lacked power. When the ball went out next, Donavan paused their game and made his way to Faustino. “Esparanza-kun, your from is off.” Donavan didn’t wait for a reply before he moved behind Faustino and slipped his arms around him, taking both of Faustino’s hands in his and changing his grip and stance. “If you hold it like this, you’ll have more control over the amount of power you put into it.” Donavan smiled warmly down at Faustino, and swung his arms, imitating the motion of a swing. Then, discreetly, he tilted his hips forward against Faustino’s and smirked. “There, do you feel that?” Donavan asked, referring to the new tension in his arms that would improve his game substantially.
Faustino gasped when he felt Donavan's hips brush against him, unable to stifle his reaction. Looking up at Donavan, his reaction was a mixture of the love he was unable to hide and exasperation, because he was certain that Donavan was going to end up getting them caught. "Y-yes, sensei," he replied carefully, shifting slightly in Donavan's arms. "I-I feel it. I'll do my best to improve my form." He only realized afterwards the possible double-entendre afterwards, but wasn't phased and he blinked up at Donavan.
Donavan chuckled at the face Faustino made and released his arms. Perhaps he had gotten too bold? But then again, the other students in the class were only sixth graders, and unlike Faustino, the behaved very much their age, and their maturity level matched as well. Donavan was confident they wouldn’t report anything, and they probably didn’t really know what they would say anyway. Smirking, Donavan stepped back and waved his hand. “Alright, sorry. Carry on with your game.” He instructed the team opposing Faustino. The boys nodded, appearing somewhat puzzled by what had just happened, though generally clueless. He and Faustino had nothing to worry about.
As Faustino continued with the game, he found himself missing the feeling and warmth of Donavan's arms around him, and cursed stupid gym class. He wished school would just be over already. Still, he didn't see any reason not to try and impress, so he repeated the position Donavan had instructed him and served again, this time scoring an ace. He was rather amazed at himself, since he really wasn't very good at sports, but looked to Donavan confidently. "Like that, sensei?"
Donavan clapped lightly to show his satisfaction and approval. “Perfect,” He grinned. “Can you keep it up for the last few minutes of class?” Donavan asked rhetorically, leaning against a wall to watch how the game proceeded. He’d decided to end the class a little early after realizing that, as attractive as Faustino was to watch, Donavan was having difficulties restraining himself. He must have become rather spoiled with all the time he’d gotten to have with Faustino; after making it through each weekday with out hardly anything, suddenly he was desperate after only a few hours. Even if the students had no idea now, if Donavan lost control and jumped Faustino now, it’d be all over. He’d have to play it safe for now; after all, it wasn’t long until the school got out.
Running through the list of classes in his head, Donavan realized history was next. Good. He could handle history. Donavan called a halt to all the games and had the class put all the equipment back where they found it before leading the way back to the classroom, instruction the students as they walked through the halls to take out history textbooks when they got back to the class room. Everyone grumbled their complaints, and in hindsight, Donavan realized it had probably been a terrible decision on his part as a teacher to try and end the day with something so dull, but from a personal prospective, it would be ideal. “What chapter are you on, Esparanza-kun?” Donavan asked, not even bothering to direct the question at the rest of the class. They all knew by now that he only planned to call on Faustino, anyway. Donavan smirked inwardly at the thought and waited for Faustino’s answer.
"We were studying the French Revolution, sensei," Faustino replied matter-of-factly, opening his history textbook and looking diligently up at Donavan. "That's page 124 in the book." He heard a low murmur go through the rest of the class, more rumours and hypotheses about him circulating, no doubt, but Faustino didn't care. What did the opinions of a few idiotic 12-year-olds mean to him, or to anyone else? Donavan was what was important to him, and so he smiled sweetly up at the substitute teacher, waiting for a response.
“Excellent.” Donavan beamed at Faustino. He too could hear the whispering, and he was pleased that Faustino was able to ignore it so well. “Why don’t you all turn to page 124, then?” Donavan said, pointedly starring at one boy who seemed to be one of the loudest whisperers. The boy sat up quickly and looked at him attentively. Donavan smirked at the student and instructed him to start reading. This was probably going to be boring, so Donavan wanted to spare Faustino the labor of reading allowed to the rest of the idiots.
Faustino listened diligently to the reader diligently, taking down notes and following along in his textbook. Everyone else in the class appeared not to be paying attention in the least, but Faustino didn't care; he would pass the test when it came around. And besides, he wanted to keep himself busy until school ended; it would seem like less time if he was busy.
Finally, after Faustino wasn't sure how much more history he could take, the final announcements for the day came over the intercom, and the class was free to leave. Faustino rose from his seat and gathered his things slowly, waiting for the rest of the class to drain out before looking at Donavan with a smile.
Donavan trailed behind the last couple of students, shutting and looking the door behind them before turning back to Faustino with a smirk. “Is it always this hard to get through a whole day?” He asked with a laugh, ruffling Faustino’s hair as he passed him on his way to shut the blinds again. Turning around slowly, Donavan took of his jacket and laid it over the back of a chair before he began untying his tie, moving steadily forward towards Faustino. He pushed the boy back so that he was sitting on a desk and quickly pressed his lips to Faustino’s in an urgent kiss. It had only been a few hours, but already Donavan felt starved and desperate for Faustino, and he could hardly keep himself in check. Donavan pulled back slowly, licking his lips. “As long as you’re in debt, things never feel quite resolved. They’re just not quite satisfactory… I hate that feeling.” Donavan circled around Faustino so that he was behind him and pressed up close, leaning over to press a kiss to his neck as he slipped his arms under Faustino’s and around his waist. Biting the spot on his neck lightly, Donavan found the waist of Faustino’s shorts and slipped a hand beneath it, encircling his fingers around Faustino’s length. “I make a point to always pay back in full.” He smirked, whispering into Faustino’s ear.
Faustino gasped as he felt Donavan touch him, squirming slightly on the desk and swallowing to keep from making noise. Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned back into Donavan's arms, tilting his head slightly to give him a better angle. Swallowing again and finally managing to regain his voice, he said breathily, "You-you promised me interest." He turned slightly to look back at Donavan over his shoulder, a small, faux-innocent smile on his lips. "You ought to keep your promises, sensei."
“You don’t doubt my reliability, do you?” Donavan laughed and pressed his thumb against the head of Faustino’s member, relishing the way Faustino squirmed against him. “I’m getting to that...” He murmured, leaning in to nibble lightly at Faustino’s ear. He moved his unoccupied hand slowly up Faustino’s torso, catching the hem of his fuku and dragging it up around his neck. He then pulled pack slightly to remove the garment, but did not disengage his hand from Faustino’s length. He continued to stroke and press carefully, working to draw a reaction and yet still keep Faustino longing for more.
Faustino cried out, squirming more and rocking his hips against Donavan's hand. He knew Donavan was teasing him, but he couldn't help it; he had been dying to be touched since lunch and he couldn't stand to wait any longer. Clutching at the desk beneath him like his life depended on it, he managed to turn back over his shoulder to look at Donavan again, flushed and breathless, and managed, "D-Donavan...p-please..." He knew it was early in the game, but he didn't know how much more of this teasing he could take.
Donavan smirked, savoring the sound of Faustino’s plea for a second before claming his lips in a fierce kiss as he withdrew his hand. Normally, he didn’t like to be so assuaging, but as their time was not unlimited, and he himself was eager, he decided to move things along. Biting Faustino’s lip lightly, Donavan pulled away and situated himself to lift Faustino. Donavan had his eye on the sturdy oak teacher’s desk—the cheap flimsy things the students were left with were far from suitable. He slipped his arm under Faustino’s knees and lifted him easily, moving him the short distance to the desk and depositing him on top of it. Donavan unbuttoned his shirt quickly and tossed it aside before crawling over Faustino, pressing down against him and capturing his lips in another bruising kiss.
Faustino arched up against Donavan, kissing back desperately and moaning against his lips. The desk was a little hard against his back; he had been in many situations before, but at least that table three weeks ago had had a tablecloth. Still, it hardly mattered, he barely felt the desk beneath him as he tried to press against Donavan; the feeling of their skin pressed together was almost overwhelming, and he mewled into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Donavan's neck. He had waited all day for this, and he wanted it, badly.
Donavan moaned back regretfully in response as he pulled away for air. Sitting back on his heels, he looked over Faustino for a second with satisfaction. This was his favorite sight; Faustino all stretched out before him, squirming, flushed, and filled with need. Every time Donavan looked at him, he couldn’t help but want more, and he smirked. Soon, they’d both have what they wanted.
He dragged his fingers across Faustino’s chest, moving so slowly that it was almost painful for even him to watch. However as Faustino writhed beneath his touch, Donavan felt a little pang of sympathy (or of his own impatience), and jerked his hands abruptly down to Faustino’s waist, hooking his thumbs quickly on his shorts before pulling them down and discarding them. Donavan then backed off the desk so that he was standing again, and took Faustino’s length briefly into his mouth, guiding it inside with his tongue for only a second before sliding it back out and turning to undo his own pants. Before letting them drop to the floor, he removed a small tube from his pocket and set it on the table. Climbing back onto of it and leaning over Faustino, he ground his hips against Faustino’s gasping, eager for friction, and kissed him once again fervidly.
Faustino cried out and rocked his hips back up against Donavan's, kissing back and writhing under Donavan's body. Arching up again, he broke the kiss to moan loudly, hardly able to keep any control over himself anymore. "Donavan-" he gasped pleadingly, managing to open his eyes a sliver to look desperately into Donavan's eyes. He usually had so much better control than this it was almost embarrassing, but then again, he wasn't usually teased to the point of desperation for the whole school day.
Donavan smirked wickedly down at Faustino, knowing full well what he wanted, but choosing to play with him just a little longer; Faustino’s lack of control was extremely arousing, and Donavan felt compelled to push him a little bit more. “Yes?” He drawled, surprised by the huskiness of his own voice. He would only be able to drag this out for so long, unfortunately, but he would make the most of it. He pressed his lips to Faustino’s neck and bit sharply, finding it difficult to be gentle in his current state. ”What, exactly, can I do for you?” He murmured thickly against his skin.
Faustino gasped at Donavan's lips on his skin, trying hard to pull himself together enough to speak. Squirming a little and looking pleadingly into Donavan's eyes, he bit his lip and took a deep breath before managing to speak. "Fuck me," he breathed, his voice barely more than a desperate whimper. "P-please, Donavan...fuck me..." He put on his most piteous expression, whimpering softly. Surely now Donavan would have to take pity on him.
Donavan smirked; how could he refuse? “Gladly,” he grunted, sitting up and groping for the tube he’d left within reach. Applying the lubricant to his fingers carefully, he pressed against Faustino’s opening lightly, and moved back to Faustino’s lips, kissing him hard as he eased the first finger inside. He waited just long enough for Faustino’s muscles to adjust before adding the second digit, scissoring them and stretching Faustino further. He broke the kiss with another smirk as he curled his fingers, finding just the spot he’d been looking for, and awaiting Faustino’s reaction with ardor.
Faustino cried out loudly and thrust his hips up involuntarily at the sensation, trying to get Donavan's fingers deeper inside of him. This was what he had been waiting for, and he wanted more, whimpering and writhing against the surface of the desk, now sticky with his sweat. Though his eyes were squeezed shut, he could feel Donavan's eyes on him, and he knew he was smirking with satisfaction. Faustino wished he'd be satisfied; he hated feeling so impatient, but he wanted Donavan to fuck him, now.
Donavan withdrew his fingers slowly, at last satisfied with Faustino’s preparation, and finally content to give him what he needed. In the end, Donavan was confident it had been worth Faustino’s while to put up with his teasing—after all he’d endured, the end was only going to be that much better. Donavan reached for the lube again and applied it liberally to his length, lining himself up carefully before slamming in a bit harder than he’d intended; he too was overeager. Hissing with the intoxicatingly pleasurable sensation, Donavan closed his eyes tightly as he withdrew slowly, before pressing back in. He had himself under control now, and he’d keep it that way. Having established a rhythm, Donavan reached forward and ran his fingers over the length of Faustino’s erection before encircling it in his hand and pumping in time to his thrusts.
Rocking his hips up hard to meet Donavan's thrusts, Faustino cried out Donavan's name as he moved inside of him. The initial hard movement startled him a little, but now Donavan's rhythm felt slow in comparison. Though he was distracted by the feeling of Donavan's hand against his erection, thrusting his hips up with another loud cry, he still wanted more. "Donavan -" he gasped, writhing and rocking his hips up again, "please...more, please..."
Faustino’s weak plea was enough to send another wave of desire and urgency though Donavan and he thrust forward hard against him, altering his rhythm only slightly. He was happy to comply to Faustino’s wish however, and intended to give him all that he had. Donavan caressed Faustino’s thigh briefly with his free hand and then lifted it, grunting lightly, on to his shoulder so that he could penetrate even deeper. The position changed the angle of his strokes slightly, and Donavan increased his pace, aiming to please. He owed Faustino the best, after all.
Crying out, Faustino arched up, allowing Donavan to get deeper still and bending himself nearly in half. It didn't matter; he was flexible, and he wanted Donavan, wanted him so badly. The increased penetration, combined with the faster pace and Donavan's touches, was almost too much, and soon, he was coming with a strangled cry of Donavan's name, overwhelmed with pleasure and adoration for Donavan.
As Faustino’s muscles spasmed around him, Donavan gasped allowing the sensations to overwhelm him and push him to his edge. With a final thrust, he came deep inside of Faustino, enraptured by ecstasy. Donavan savored the moment, before disentangling their legs and leaning forward over Faustino. He opened his eyes slowly as his vision returned to take in the beautiful sight before him—Faustino’s heaving chest and his lips, just waiting to be kissed. Donavan felt, as he only did with Faustino, content. He kissed Faustino fleetingly on the lips and smirked, rolling off of him and pulling the boy into his arms. “I hope you’ll consider my dept paid in full.”
Faustino snuggled into Donavan's arms, opening his eyes and smiling. "Oh, yes," he replied, nodding. "Everything you owed, with interest." He wished he didn't have to get up and go home now to the stupid babysitter, he wanted to stay with Donavan worse than ever, but he knew he would have to move at some point. Still, he wanted to put it off as long as possible, and so he rested his head against Donavan and, grinning, added, "I do hope my teacher is unable to make it to school more often...sensei."
When they were both dressed, Donavan snatched Faustino’s lips in a hurried kiss, ending it as the bell rang and making his way over to the door to unlock it, gesturing for Faustino to open the blinds. By the time the students began filtering in, they were both seated as if nothing had happened. Once all the students were seated, Donavan got to his feet and moved to the front of the class. “Please take out all that you need for your English crass.” He instructed in English, going over it once again when only a few of the students, Faustino included of course, did as they were told. Than he asked in Japanese, “Does someone want to tell me what you’ve been going over recently?” A few hands rose, so, smirking, Donavan narrowed down his criteria. “Can you say it in English?” Only one hand remained. “Esparanza-kun?” Donavan said with satisfaction.
"Paasto tensu," Faustino said carefully, trying to say the words correctly. He smiled innocently at Donavan, batting his eyelashes in a way he had learned to do by experience. "Sensei," he added, shifting slightly and keeping Donavan's gaze.
“Ah, past tense?” Donavan repeated in Japanese for the rest of the class’s benefit. “Excellent. In that case, why don’t each of you write down something interesting you’ve done recently, and we’ll share them with the class. Even if you only know a few words or you need to use the dictionary, do your best.” Donavan smiled, renewing his efforts to act his part. He felt so much better after lunch, he didn’t mind putting in a little effort to act like an actual teacher.
He gave them ten minutes before he asked them to stop and began calling on people at random. Most of their work was very simple, a few words, a few verbs, lacking in coherency. One student had a sentence, but it was extremely fundamental. Faustino was, as always, infinitely more skilled than his peers. When Donavan grew tired of the monotonous single word answers, he called on Faustino, greatly looking forward to hearing the sort of interesting things Faustino had come up with.
Faustino smiled innocently. He was confident that no one else in his class would comprehend what he was about to say, but he wanted to make sure he didn't appear incriminating. "Biingu screwed bai yuu," he replied without so much as batting an eyelash. "Ando uishingu Ai uazu uitsu yuu. Biikazu Ai rob yuu." He waited expectantly for Donavan's reply, for he was sure he was bound to get some reaction.
Donavan smirked in response to Faustino’s first sentence. Not only was it a perfect use of the vernacular, but Faustino’s boldness, even if it was under the protection of a foreign language, thoroughly impressed him. As Faustino continued however, Donavan’s smirk melted into a smile. For all of Faustino’s maturity, some of the slightly childish things he said were enough to make Donavan melt, and besides that, his accent was adorable.
“Nicely done.” Dragomir praised in Japanese before his voice softened slightly, touched, and he switched into English to reply. ”I love you too, Faustino. Next time you miss me, we’ll have to create some more interesting memories for you to say in past tense… I’ll show you something new.” Donavan spoke very quickly to disguise what he was saying from everyone but Faustino, who he hoped was able to catch it all.
Faustino blushed slightly, and struggled to find the right words in English for a reply. "Ai-Ai'd laiku daat," he said slowly, glancing quickly to the rest of the class to make sure they weren't catching any of this. They didn't seem to be, so he grinned and continued. "Ai caan't uaito."
Donavan smirked at Faustino to show that he had no intention in the slightest of making him wait. Then, reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the class. “I hope you can all learn something from Faust-paranza-kun, and keep up your studies.” Donavan realized halfway through his mistake that he’d started to say Faustino’s first name, and did his best to rectify the slipup. The end result, he worried, sounded worse that it would have if he’d just left it. Either way, he could tell by the blank stares he was receiving that no one had understood their little exchange, and that most of them were generally ignoring him. Good. He could do what he liked. Smirking again, Donavan decided exactly what it was that he’d like. “Well then class, why don’t you all try and put together a sentence tonight at home for when your teacher comes back?” There was a general grumble of assent, and Donavan rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Now that we’re finished with that, let’s head to gym.” Donavan had no idea why he hadn’t thought of it before; gym was decently the perfect excuse for a little…“physical education.”
He let the students lead him to the gym, where they discovered that nets, rackets, balls had been set up for tennis. After confirming that they could use the equipment, Donavan had the class divide up into teams for a scrimmage.
Faustino looked around as he was assigned a partner, and wandered over to the other boy blankly. Gym was the one class where he didn't particularly excel; though he could easily kill with a knife or some other weapon, he was never much of a sporty person. He picked up one of the rackets that had been set out, and made his way over to a net, waiting for the opposing team to serve. He was bored and hoped that Donavan would make gym shorter than usual, because it was his least favourite subject.
Donavan made the rounds, pretending to watch as the students played and dropping a few comments on form here and there so that it appeared he was interested. Really, he was anxious to get over to where Faustino was playing; the very idea of Faustino in his short little shorts and fuku playing tennis, possibly sweating lightly, was enthralling. The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became to get over to where Faustino, he saw out of the corner of his eye, was now serving. He redoubled his pace, and at last made it through all the students and over to Faustino who was watching intently as the opposite team served the ball. As it approached, Donavan watched as Faustino’s body tensed, preparing to hit the ball as it flew towards him. He hit, but his form was slightly off, and as a result, the hit lacked power. When the ball went out next, Donavan paused their game and made his way to Faustino. “Esparanza-kun, your from is off.” Donavan didn’t wait for a reply before he moved behind Faustino and slipped his arms around him, taking both of Faustino’s hands in his and changing his grip and stance. “If you hold it like this, you’ll have more control over the amount of power you put into it.” Donavan smiled warmly down at Faustino, and swung his arms, imitating the motion of a swing. Then, discreetly, he tilted his hips forward against Faustino’s and smirked. “There, do you feel that?” Donavan asked, referring to the new tension in his arms that would improve his game substantially.
Faustino gasped when he felt Donavan's hips brush against him, unable to stifle his reaction. Looking up at Donavan, his reaction was a mixture of the love he was unable to hide and exasperation, because he was certain that Donavan was going to end up getting them caught. "Y-yes, sensei," he replied carefully, shifting slightly in Donavan's arms. "I-I feel it. I'll do my best to improve my form." He only realized afterwards the possible double-entendre afterwards, but wasn't phased and he blinked up at Donavan.
Donavan chuckled at the face Faustino made and released his arms. Perhaps he had gotten too bold? But then again, the other students in the class were only sixth graders, and unlike Faustino, the behaved very much their age, and their maturity level matched as well. Donavan was confident they wouldn’t report anything, and they probably didn’t really know what they would say anyway. Smirking, Donavan stepped back and waved his hand. “Alright, sorry. Carry on with your game.” He instructed the team opposing Faustino. The boys nodded, appearing somewhat puzzled by what had just happened, though generally clueless. He and Faustino had nothing to worry about.
As Faustino continued with the game, he found himself missing the feeling and warmth of Donavan's arms around him, and cursed stupid gym class. He wished school would just be over already. Still, he didn't see any reason not to try and impress, so he repeated the position Donavan had instructed him and served again, this time scoring an ace. He was rather amazed at himself, since he really wasn't very good at sports, but looked to Donavan confidently. "Like that, sensei?"
Donavan clapped lightly to show his satisfaction and approval. “Perfect,” He grinned. “Can you keep it up for the last few minutes of class?” Donavan asked rhetorically, leaning against a wall to watch how the game proceeded. He’d decided to end the class a little early after realizing that, as attractive as Faustino was to watch, Donavan was having difficulties restraining himself. He must have become rather spoiled with all the time he’d gotten to have with Faustino; after making it through each weekday with out hardly anything, suddenly he was desperate after only a few hours. Even if the students had no idea now, if Donavan lost control and jumped Faustino now, it’d be all over. He’d have to play it safe for now; after all, it wasn’t long until the school got out.
Running through the list of classes in his head, Donavan realized history was next. Good. He could handle history. Donavan called a halt to all the games and had the class put all the equipment back where they found it before leading the way back to the classroom, instruction the students as they walked through the halls to take out history textbooks when they got back to the class room. Everyone grumbled their complaints, and in hindsight, Donavan realized it had probably been a terrible decision on his part as a teacher to try and end the day with something so dull, but from a personal prospective, it would be ideal. “What chapter are you on, Esparanza-kun?” Donavan asked, not even bothering to direct the question at the rest of the class. They all knew by now that he only planned to call on Faustino, anyway. Donavan smirked inwardly at the thought and waited for Faustino’s answer.
"We were studying the French Revolution, sensei," Faustino replied matter-of-factly, opening his history textbook and looking diligently up at Donavan. "That's page 124 in the book." He heard a low murmur go through the rest of the class, more rumours and hypotheses about him circulating, no doubt, but Faustino didn't care. What did the opinions of a few idiotic 12-year-olds mean to him, or to anyone else? Donavan was what was important to him, and so he smiled sweetly up at the substitute teacher, waiting for a response.
“Excellent.” Donavan beamed at Faustino. He too could hear the whispering, and he was pleased that Faustino was able to ignore it so well. “Why don’t you all turn to page 124, then?” Donavan said, pointedly starring at one boy who seemed to be one of the loudest whisperers. The boy sat up quickly and looked at him attentively. Donavan smirked at the student and instructed him to start reading. This was probably going to be boring, so Donavan wanted to spare Faustino the labor of reading allowed to the rest of the idiots.
Faustino listened diligently to the reader diligently, taking down notes and following along in his textbook. Everyone else in the class appeared not to be paying attention in the least, but Faustino didn't care; he would pass the test when it came around. And besides, he wanted to keep himself busy until school ended; it would seem like less time if he was busy.
Finally, after Faustino wasn't sure how much more history he could take, the final announcements for the day came over the intercom, and the class was free to leave. Faustino rose from his seat and gathered his things slowly, waiting for the rest of the class to drain out before looking at Donavan with a smile.
Donavan trailed behind the last couple of students, shutting and looking the door behind them before turning back to Faustino with a smirk. “Is it always this hard to get through a whole day?” He asked with a laugh, ruffling Faustino’s hair as he passed him on his way to shut the blinds again. Turning around slowly, Donavan took of his jacket and laid it over the back of a chair before he began untying his tie, moving steadily forward towards Faustino. He pushed the boy back so that he was sitting on a desk and quickly pressed his lips to Faustino’s in an urgent kiss. It had only been a few hours, but already Donavan felt starved and desperate for Faustino, and he could hardly keep himself in check. Donavan pulled back slowly, licking his lips. “As long as you’re in debt, things never feel quite resolved. They’re just not quite satisfactory… I hate that feeling.” Donavan circled around Faustino so that he was behind him and pressed up close, leaning over to press a kiss to his neck as he slipped his arms under Faustino’s and around his waist. Biting the spot on his neck lightly, Donavan found the waist of Faustino’s shorts and slipped a hand beneath it, encircling his fingers around Faustino’s length. “I make a point to always pay back in full.” He smirked, whispering into Faustino’s ear.
Faustino gasped as he felt Donavan touch him, squirming slightly on the desk and swallowing to keep from making noise. Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned back into Donavan's arms, tilting his head slightly to give him a better angle. Swallowing again and finally managing to regain his voice, he said breathily, "You-you promised me interest." He turned slightly to look back at Donavan over his shoulder, a small, faux-innocent smile on his lips. "You ought to keep your promises, sensei."
“You don’t doubt my reliability, do you?” Donavan laughed and pressed his thumb against the head of Faustino’s member, relishing the way Faustino squirmed against him. “I’m getting to that...” He murmured, leaning in to nibble lightly at Faustino’s ear. He moved his unoccupied hand slowly up Faustino’s torso, catching the hem of his fuku and dragging it up around his neck. He then pulled pack slightly to remove the garment, but did not disengage his hand from Faustino’s length. He continued to stroke and press carefully, working to draw a reaction and yet still keep Faustino longing for more.
Faustino cried out, squirming more and rocking his hips against Donavan's hand. He knew Donavan was teasing him, but he couldn't help it; he had been dying to be touched since lunch and he couldn't stand to wait any longer. Clutching at the desk beneath him like his life depended on it, he managed to turn back over his shoulder to look at Donavan again, flushed and breathless, and managed, "D-Donavan...p-please..." He knew it was early in the game, but he didn't know how much more of this teasing he could take.
Donavan smirked, savoring the sound of Faustino’s plea for a second before claming his lips in a fierce kiss as he withdrew his hand. Normally, he didn’t like to be so assuaging, but as their time was not unlimited, and he himself was eager, he decided to move things along. Biting Faustino’s lip lightly, Donavan pulled away and situated himself to lift Faustino. Donavan had his eye on the sturdy oak teacher’s desk—the cheap flimsy things the students were left with were far from suitable. He slipped his arm under Faustino’s knees and lifted him easily, moving him the short distance to the desk and depositing him on top of it. Donavan unbuttoned his shirt quickly and tossed it aside before crawling over Faustino, pressing down against him and capturing his lips in another bruising kiss.
Faustino arched up against Donavan, kissing back desperately and moaning against his lips. The desk was a little hard against his back; he had been in many situations before, but at least that table three weeks ago had had a tablecloth. Still, it hardly mattered, he barely felt the desk beneath him as he tried to press against Donavan; the feeling of their skin pressed together was almost overwhelming, and he mewled into the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Donavan's neck. He had waited all day for this, and he wanted it, badly.
Donavan moaned back regretfully in response as he pulled away for air. Sitting back on his heels, he looked over Faustino for a second with satisfaction. This was his favorite sight; Faustino all stretched out before him, squirming, flushed, and filled with need. Every time Donavan looked at him, he couldn’t help but want more, and he smirked. Soon, they’d both have what they wanted.
He dragged his fingers across Faustino’s chest, moving so slowly that it was almost painful for even him to watch. However as Faustino writhed beneath his touch, Donavan felt a little pang of sympathy (or of his own impatience), and jerked his hands abruptly down to Faustino’s waist, hooking his thumbs quickly on his shorts before pulling them down and discarding them. Donavan then backed off the desk so that he was standing again, and took Faustino’s length briefly into his mouth, guiding it inside with his tongue for only a second before sliding it back out and turning to undo his own pants. Before letting them drop to the floor, he removed a small tube from his pocket and set it on the table. Climbing back onto of it and leaning over Faustino, he ground his hips against Faustino’s gasping, eager for friction, and kissed him once again fervidly.
Faustino cried out and rocked his hips back up against Donavan's, kissing back and writhing under Donavan's body. Arching up again, he broke the kiss to moan loudly, hardly able to keep any control over himself anymore. "Donavan-" he gasped pleadingly, managing to open his eyes a sliver to look desperately into Donavan's eyes. He usually had so much better control than this it was almost embarrassing, but then again, he wasn't usually teased to the point of desperation for the whole school day.
Donavan smirked wickedly down at Faustino, knowing full well what he wanted, but choosing to play with him just a little longer; Faustino’s lack of control was extremely arousing, and Donavan felt compelled to push him a little bit more. “Yes?” He drawled, surprised by the huskiness of his own voice. He would only be able to drag this out for so long, unfortunately, but he would make the most of it. He pressed his lips to Faustino’s neck and bit sharply, finding it difficult to be gentle in his current state. ”What, exactly, can I do for you?” He murmured thickly against his skin.
Faustino gasped at Donavan's lips on his skin, trying hard to pull himself together enough to speak. Squirming a little and looking pleadingly into Donavan's eyes, he bit his lip and took a deep breath before managing to speak. "Fuck me," he breathed, his voice barely more than a desperate whimper. "P-please, Donavan...fuck me..." He put on his most piteous expression, whimpering softly. Surely now Donavan would have to take pity on him.
Donavan smirked; how could he refuse? “Gladly,” he grunted, sitting up and groping for the tube he’d left within reach. Applying the lubricant to his fingers carefully, he pressed against Faustino’s opening lightly, and moved back to Faustino’s lips, kissing him hard as he eased the first finger inside. He waited just long enough for Faustino’s muscles to adjust before adding the second digit, scissoring them and stretching Faustino further. He broke the kiss with another smirk as he curled his fingers, finding just the spot he’d been looking for, and awaiting Faustino’s reaction with ardor.
Faustino cried out loudly and thrust his hips up involuntarily at the sensation, trying to get Donavan's fingers deeper inside of him. This was what he had been waiting for, and he wanted more, whimpering and writhing against the surface of the desk, now sticky with his sweat. Though his eyes were squeezed shut, he could feel Donavan's eyes on him, and he knew he was smirking with satisfaction. Faustino wished he'd be satisfied; he hated feeling so impatient, but he wanted Donavan to fuck him, now.
Donavan withdrew his fingers slowly, at last satisfied with Faustino’s preparation, and finally content to give him what he needed. In the end, Donavan was confident it had been worth Faustino’s while to put up with his teasing—after all he’d endured, the end was only going to be that much better. Donavan reached for the lube again and applied it liberally to his length, lining himself up carefully before slamming in a bit harder than he’d intended; he too was overeager. Hissing with the intoxicatingly pleasurable sensation, Donavan closed his eyes tightly as he withdrew slowly, before pressing back in. He had himself under control now, and he’d keep it that way. Having established a rhythm, Donavan reached forward and ran his fingers over the length of Faustino’s erection before encircling it in his hand and pumping in time to his thrusts.
Rocking his hips up hard to meet Donavan's thrusts, Faustino cried out Donavan's name as he moved inside of him. The initial hard movement startled him a little, but now Donavan's rhythm felt slow in comparison. Though he was distracted by the feeling of Donavan's hand against his erection, thrusting his hips up with another loud cry, he still wanted more. "Donavan -" he gasped, writhing and rocking his hips up again, "please...more, please..."
Faustino’s weak plea was enough to send another wave of desire and urgency though Donavan and he thrust forward hard against him, altering his rhythm only slightly. He was happy to comply to Faustino’s wish however, and intended to give him all that he had. Donavan caressed Faustino’s thigh briefly with his free hand and then lifted it, grunting lightly, on to his shoulder so that he could penetrate even deeper. The position changed the angle of his strokes slightly, and Donavan increased his pace, aiming to please. He owed Faustino the best, after all.
Crying out, Faustino arched up, allowing Donavan to get deeper still and bending himself nearly in half. It didn't matter; he was flexible, and he wanted Donavan, wanted him so badly. The increased penetration, combined with the faster pace and Donavan's touches, was almost too much, and soon, he was coming with a strangled cry of Donavan's name, overwhelmed with pleasure and adoration for Donavan.
As Faustino’s muscles spasmed around him, Donavan gasped allowing the sensations to overwhelm him and push him to his edge. With a final thrust, he came deep inside of Faustino, enraptured by ecstasy. Donavan savored the moment, before disentangling their legs and leaning forward over Faustino. He opened his eyes slowly as his vision returned to take in the beautiful sight before him—Faustino’s heaving chest and his lips, just waiting to be kissed. Donavan felt, as he only did with Faustino, content. He kissed Faustino fleetingly on the lips and smirked, rolling off of him and pulling the boy into his arms. “I hope you’ll consider my dept paid in full.”
Faustino snuggled into Donavan's arms, opening his eyes and smiling. "Oh, yes," he replied, nodding. "Everything you owed, with interest." He wished he didn't have to get up and go home now to the stupid babysitter, he wanted to stay with Donavan worse than ever, but he knew he would have to move at some point. Still, he wanted to put it off as long as possible, and so he rested his head against Donavan and, grinning, added, "I do hope my teacher is unable to make it to school more often...sensei."
