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Will groaned and squeezed his fists into the fabric of his comforter as if it was the only thing mooring him to reality.

Once Daniel had savored the taste of him for a moment, he sat back on his heels and looked up. He was cherubic and looked startlingly young in a way that made Will's heart want to beat out of his chest in equal parts panic and arousal.

"Was that good, daddy?"

Did he have any idea what effect the words had on Will? Could he possibly know the deep itch that the scene was scratching for his professor?

It was perfect and incomparable and even though Will was supposed to be taking care of Daniel, his student was giving Will everything he'd been missing.

Everything you've been missing in bed, he chided himself immediately. Already he was assigning more meaning to the transaction than he ought to.

"Perfect," Will said. He reached out and laced his fingers through Daniel's hair. "You're my perfect boy."

Daniel's smile cracked open at that, like he couldn't contain himself, and he leaned in again. This time he took Will into his mouth, piercing and all.

"Slow, slow," Will said, holding him by the back of the neck, trying to ease some of the urgency out of Daniel.

Daniel looked up at him with worried eyes but swallowed around him, apparently undeterred. Will grabbed the back of his neck harder. He looked incredible like that.

Daniel's mouth was hot and slick and the sensation was altogether almost too much to bear. Daniel kept at work, shutting his eyes. Will hadn't noticed his eyelashes until that moment but they caught in the dying daylight and blazed a golden color that matched his freckles.

Will was dumb enough to hook up with his own student and here he was waxing poetical about his cherubic freckles.

Jesus you need a life, Morrow.

But just as Will had urged Daniel to clear his mind, he urged his own mind in that moment to go clear—to let go of his own hangups and know that the only important thing in that moment was the happiness of his boy, the way the scene continued.

"That's so perfect, baby," Will said.

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Daniel had only wantedto return some of the favor. He hadn't considered the possibility that he could get off on this part, too.

Will's cock was perfect—but the real attraction in that moment was the praise that had begun to fall from Will's lips.

He leaned back on the bed and stopped trying to guide Daniel. Instead, he called Daniel his good boy, his perfect boy, and in a voice that had gone suddenly ragged, Will was telling him all of the ways he was the best.

"This feels so good, baby," Will said. "Oh my God, you're the best baby—that's my boy. Oh God Daniel—"

Finally, though, Will took the reins again. He pushed Daniel away gently by the shoulders and then held him there. Daniel waited for him to say something but instead Will sat with his mouth fallen open, staring into Daniel's face, looking like words were on the tip of his tongue but somehow escaping him.

"Was that ok?" Daniel asked, suddenly insecure under Will's gaze.

Will sighed and shook his head as if coming out of a dream.

"You're absolutely beautiful—did you know that?" Will asked, a dopey smile spreading across his face.

Something tugged in Daniel's chest. He'd seen Will making jokes, he’d seen Will go white-hot with anger, and he'd seen the man in intense concentration, but he'd never seen his professor like this. Unguarded and open and... happy, maybe.

A sensation blossomed irrationally across the insides of Daniel's chest, like lightning in slow motion, reaching out and illuminating spots inside of him that he didn't know existed.

Guy calls you goodlooking and you lose your goddamn mind,Daniel thought wryly to himself.

Daniel was pulled out of the moment—but only for a second. All it took was Will threading his hand through Daniel's hair, pushing it back from his forehead, before Daniel was back into the scene. He'd almost forgotten that he was Will's good boy—not some asshole college student who had forced his way into a tryst with his professor.

Belonging to Will, even just for a little while, was far too good to squander with self-deprecating thoughts. Daniel leaned into the hand and Will lowered it, cupping his cheek.

"You're just perfect, baby," Will said.

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