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"I need you," Daniel repeated.

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It was almostimpossible for Will to make himself be reasonable—not with two fingers in Daniel's slick tightness, not with the younger man naked and begging for him, rutting down against Will's hand. It was maddening—the type of thing liable to make a man completely unravel and never come back to reality.

He let Daniel beg for another minute, savoring the way the desperation edged into his voice. Perhaps, Will thought, he shouldn't get off on the complete control he had over Daniel in that moment—but maybe that was where some of the appeal was of the whole scene for him.

He'd dealt with Daniel whining and complaining in class, had listened to him make as many crude jokes and he had good points about the literature they were reading. But he'd only ever imagined the way that his whines and moans might sound when he was like this, strung out and practically crying to be filled.

So it wasn't a cruel streak, exactly, that made Will drag out this part of it so long. Will just wanted to savor the moment of control, to remember Daniel just like this.

"Please, daddy..."

Will pumped his fingers slowly, crooking them into the spot that he knew was just right. At the same time, he stroked one slicked hand around Daniel's cock. Daniel moaned in surprise, the sound almost outraged, his eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows knit with need.

"Oh my God, please..."

Will twisted around him, enjoying the way that Daniel went tighter around his fingers at the stimulation.

"Daddy..."

Daniel's voice took on a broken quality and Will looked up at his face again.

Daniel's face was shockingly open, as if he was inviting Will to know everything there was to know about him. There wasn't a shred of clothing between them, but only now did Daniel seem truly naked—as if there was some level of complete nudity that could only have been achieved in this one moment between them.

Daniel’s sounds went high and broken. He squeezed his eyes shut and thrust into Will’s palm.

When Daniel opened his eyes, they were glossy. A tear freed itself to roll down his cheek.

"I need you..."

The tear awakened something in Will, equal parts lovely and ugly. He had all the power in the world over his student in that moment, and he knew that he only wanted to use that power to make Daniel feel good.

Was Daniel always this vulnerable—this incredibly open—when he was in bed with someone or was this some sort of undeserved gift Will was receiving?

Another tear rolled down his cheek and he babbled, begging, whining.

"Color?"

"I'm fine, Will, I just need you," Daniel said, squeezing his eyes shut and shuddering. "Please..."

Will kissed the tear away from Daniel's face.

“Please fuck me, daddy. I need it.”

Will shuddered and his cock throbbed. Finally, he gave in, pulling his hand away.

* * *

"Alright, baby," Will said. "I'm here for you."

Will's voice was smoky and sultry. It was the same raw-edged tone he used sometimes to read his favorite poems to his classes—and the gravelly sound of it made Daniel think of the creosote and smokestacks from Philip Levine poems.

He would never hear the man read poetry aloud in the same light, that much was for sure.

Daniel knew he should've been embarrassed about letting himself cry, but he wasn't. He'd never needed something so badly as he needed to be filled and fucked by Will in that moment. Will had created a space for him that was so safe, so accepting, that he didn't feel strange about letting the tears flow.

When the pressure of Will's fingers disappeared, Daniel let out a sad, broken sound and sat up slightly. He watched Will as he tore open a condom with his teeth, an expression of intense concentration on his face as he worked. Will held himself by his base and a throb of want washed over Daniel, seeing the man's tattooed hands as he rolled the condom onto his thick cock.

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