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Will leaned his bulk into Daniel, pressing some of the air out of his lungs.

“Because, baby, you’ve been anything but a good boy since you walked through my door,” Will said, his voice deeper, rougher. “Color?”

If he hadn’t been turned on by the rough handling, Will’s words would’ve been enough to get him hard as a rock.

“Green,” Daniel said. “Extremely fucking green.”

Will made a disappointed noise in the back of his throat. “Language, Daniel. Is that any way to talk to your daddy?”

Daniel throbbed against the front of his jeans. He was beginning to understand the game now.

“No,” he said.

“No what?”

“No, sir.”

“Mm,” Will hummed. “Good boy.”

Will kissed him again then as if to reward him, easing his weight off a bit but keeping a tight grip around Daniel’s wrist. The kiss was different—more tender—and as Daniel found himself leaning into the larger man, craving a kiss that wouldn’t end, he knew instantly that Will was now in control.

Daniel had talked a big game, showing up and seducing his professor, using the text as leverage. But ultimately this was what he wanted. In his mind, Daniel gave himself over completely.

As if Will somehow knew the negotiation going on inside of his student’s brain, he took Daniel by the backs of the thighs and hitched him up off the ground. He was stronger than Daniel would’ve imagined. Daniel looped his legs around Will’s hips and Will pressed him into the wall again.

The kiss was gentle and sweet. The pressure of Will’s body was anything but.

After a moment, Will stepped back, turning and carrying Daniel towards the bed.

This can'treally be happening, Daniel thought.

The mancarrying him like he weighed nothing, who had justhitched him up with tattooed hands digging into Daniel’s thighs—that couldn’t possibly be his professor.

He couldn’t possibly be the same man who showed up for lectures looking hungover, who caught flack from the faculty for his growing collection of tattoos, who chugged tepid black coffee in morning classes like it was water.

There was no time for Daniel’s mind to stop reeling, though, because Will Morrow, the man who had been lecturing him twice a week for the past four semesters—and one summer semester, not that it mattered—Professor Morrow was walking them both toward his low bed as he pressed searing kisses against Daniel’s mouth.

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This can’t really be happening.

Stuff like this didn’t happen outside of Will’s wildest, most improbable sex dreams—and even then, in his dreaming mind, Will was always the one who had to make the first move.

He’d had dreams about Daniel before, sure, and more than a few lurid masturbation fantasies.But it hadn’t occurred to him that Daniel might be the one to instigate something like this.

There was a quality that was oddly right about the weight of Daniel in his hands, the heft of him. His student wasn't a small man—though he was narrower than Will. Still, it was easy to carry him from the kitchen to the bed inside of Will's little efficiency apartment.

Will dropped him too hard onto the bed and was ready to apologize—but Daniel didn’t seem to mind. He laughed softly and kicked off his shoes. Maybe Daniel wanted it a little rough. He was going to give Daniel whatever he wanted, he knew at least that much.

Will was quick to join him on the bed, stilling Daniel's hands where he'd moved to start undressing himself. "Let me."

Daniel nodded and watched Will with a placid smile as he moved to the hem of Daniel's uniform shirt. It was taking real effort to keep his hands from shaking. It had been so long since Will had been with anyone like this—so sexy and desirable and wrong on so many levels—and the room was so bright. It still felt impossible that Daniel wanted him. Will’s blood roared in his ears as a diamond-hard erection pressed against his fly.

Will inched Daniel’s shirt up, revealing a strip of perfect, pale skin. Daniel's belly was exactly like it was when it appeared in Will's imagination: soft and smooth, the hair fine and nearly invisible. Will kissed the newly exposed skin and Daniel hummed low into the air above him.

He raked the shirt higher until Daniel was moving, eager to get the garment off. This time Will didn't stop him, allowing Daniel to hook the shirt up and off—and then it was gone, discarded on the floor next to them, and exposing so much new, beautiful skin to be explored.

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