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Will moved slowlywith a sort of reverence that Daniel hadn’t expected. He'd been mentally prepared for a fast and dirty hookup, not this slow mapping of his skin that Will was engaging in. The older man moved slowly, kissing up the middle of his body. It was maddening when he finally reached one of Daniel's nipples and lapped against it. The sensation was electric and sent a shiver through his body.

He wanted more from Will and he arched up against him.

"Want you so bad, daddy," he said—and the words didn't feel silly anymore.

"Mm, baby," Will said, closing his eyes as if to savor Daniel's words. "I need you to be patient for me. Can you do that? Can you be a good boy for me?"

"I'll try," Daniel said, fighting the urge to pout, to demand more—and at the same time wondering what might happen if he pushed the boundaries instead.

There's plenty of time for that, he told himself, deciding to obey Will for now.

Will ran a hand through his hair in a movement that felt somehow familiar and then kissed him again. Their union was slow and steady and oddly sweet, but by the end Daniel was grinding up against his body again, needing friction, needing more.

"I need you," Daniel said, his voice squeaking a little.

"I know, baby. I'm going to take care of you." Finally, Will placed a heavy hand over Daniel's groin, pressing against his desperate erection. Daniel groaned. The stimulation should've helped him feel some relief, but instead, Daniel found himself increasingly desperate and strung out for more.

* * *

Daniel was so impossibly responsive, so much more vocal and simply into it than Will would've ever dared to dream. He squirmed under Will on the bed, arching into him, his breath hitching and cheeks flushing. Maybe in another lifetime, Will would've dragged this moment out forever. But he didn't know enough about Daniel yet—at least not this version of Daniel, blushing and moaning in Will's bed—to understand whether or not he'd get off on teasing.

And Will desperately wanted to satisfy Daniel. He wouldn't take the risk of dragging it out too long.

But God was it tempting. Daniel was a picture of perfection, all spare, lean muscles and unblemished stretches of skin. He was like a goddamned marble sculpture and given enough time, Will knew that he would look back on this moment with a poetic reverie.

As soon as they were done there that day, Will would start romanticizing the encounter, building it up into a hazy fever dream so erotic and perfect that he could never possibly experience something like it again.

Jesus, Morrow, could you please stop beating yourself up about something that hasn’t even happened yet and enjoy the moment?

He did his best to memorize the sight of Daniel Rhodes in his bed and got back to work, dragging his palm across Daniel’s groin.

* * *

Daniel didn’t give Willthe chance to take his time with undressing him further. As soon as Will gave him the room, Daniel had his belt unhooked. Will snorted and gave him an amused look as he shimmied out of his jeans.

He expected Will to resume whatever trajectory he’d been on the moment Daniel was naked. Instead, Will sat back on his heels, smiling but fully clothed, looking Daniel over. Even though Daniel had been the one to undress himself, he felt suddenly insecure. Maybe he shouldn’t have disrobed so quickly or—

“Just beautiful,” Will said softly, as if he was alone and talking to himself. He shook his head and then returned to Daniel, holding him by the waist, kissing across the sling of his hipbones, sliding his tongue against one side of the deep “V.”

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he repeated into the sensitive skin of one of Daniel’s thighs. Daniel sighed with relief, his cock bobbing in the air as if announcing his need to be touched.

Will wasted no time after that, holding Daniel by the base as if he’d done it a hundred times and sinking his mouth over Daniel.

The sight of it was like something out of Daniel’s bored lecture fantasies: Will’s tattooed hand providing a sharp visual contrast against Daniel’s pale skin, his face flushed and eyebrows knit in concentration.

But the feeling of it—well, the sight of Will sucking his cock was nothing compared to how incredible it felt.

Will painted patterns on him with his tongue, rolling the hard ball of his tongue piercing over every ridge and plane of Daniel’s hard-on.

Daniel had remembered the piercing with a jolt the first time Will had kissed him a few minutes ago. Freshmen were the only students who made a big deal about Professor Morrow’s tongue piercing. Older students like Daniel pretended like they weren’t intrigued by the thing. They had to maintain their casual aloofness, of course, and it wasn’t like they’d never seen a pierced tongue before.

But Daniel had never kissed someone with a tongue piercing and he’d definitely never gotten head with the added accessory.

Will was good at what he was doing, stroking around him with his hand, his lips, his tongue—but the way he moved that piercing over Daniel’s skin seemed to elevate sucking cock to an art.

Will took him deeper and deeper until Daniel was arching up off the bed—and Will let him, humming and swallowing around him.

Christ, this is the only thing I’m ever going to think about in class from now on, Daniel realized. It was bad enough having a hot professor and exponentially worse having a hot professor that you know for a fact doesn’t have a gag reflex.

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