All Chapters of Professor Grayson's Favorite sin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LENNON Lennon kept telling himself it was for research purposes.Just one anonymous, filthy, no names night to prove–to no one in particular– that the thing clawing at the inside of his skull every time professor Grayson so much as looked in his direction was just stress. Just a weird phase.Because Lennon Kessler was straight. Straight guys didn’t get hard in lecture halls when a man twice their age said “good” in that low, approving voice. Straight guys didn’t jerk off three times a night picturing that same man pinning them down and ruining them.So he downloaded the gay app everyone whispered about: Velvet heat. If the black icon wasn't enough of a red flag, then the fact that it was invitation-only would have told literally anyone to turn around and never look back. But Lennon wasn't going to do that. It took him two whole weeks to get the invite code from his best friend –Archer Reeves. How Archer got the code was a mystery he had no zeal in solving. The guy was a f*cking enig

Damien.The lectures hall smelled like old paper, Coffee and the faint bite of cedar from his cologne. It was empty and would be filled up in about two hours. Damien sat with one ankle crossed over his knee, phone to his ear, pretending to listen while his mother–Evelyn–talked about Thanksgiving, about the neighbor’s new baby, about how his cousin Elise had finally left that deadbeat husband.Then she said, softer, “I want you happy Damien. You're thirty five. I'm not asking for grandchildren tomorrow, but I would like to meet someone who matters to you. I don't really a gender preference. Just… bring them home one day. Let me feed them, let me embarrass you infront of them. It's my right as your mother.”He made a low, noncommittal sound. Yeah, relationship weren't exactly his thing. And neither were friendships, to be honest. He did contracts and safe words at The Black Orchid. Those always quelled his constant need to own, to claim and hurt, but he didn't do attachments. Those were

LENNON Lennon barely remembered leaving the lecture hall; his brain wouldn't register a thing. His mind was a soggy mess and his body felt like Jell-O as he floated through the rest of the morning in pieces. His skin tingled where Damien's hands had gripped him; he was sure he'd have prints for days. That surprisingly didn't bother him as it should have. The ghost of cum was still slick between his thighs despite the frantic wipe-down he'd done with paper towels in the bathroom.The whole day had been a shit show, and the day wasn't even over yet.Lennon just wanted to go home, and shower, and eat and curl himself into a ball then fall asleep. If only.Every step, every movement, every slight shake of his body reminded him of that tender ache inside him, that faint burn of stubble, that flutter of his hole like it was waiting for more, and the oh-so-comforting heat of his professor's body. “Shut the fuck up!" Lennon whisper-yelled to none other than himself. It wasn't a new thing to

LENNON The drive home was nothing short of suffocating. Richard didn't speak and neither did Lennon. Deep down, Lennon was happy his dad wasn't lecturing him or downright scolding him. It wasn't a good sign, but it was better than having to deal with his dad nagging in his current state.Lennon felt on edge, like there was a bomb ticking somewhere and he couldn't find its exact location to diffuse it. Everything and nothing were going on at the same time. He'd had tutors before, yes. But none of them were Damien Grayson. None of them had been inside him. None of them had made him cum so hard he saw literal stars. Lennon sat in the back seat with his hoodie pulled up, knees bouncing, staring at nothing in particular.They pulled into the driveway of the Kessler house. It was big. Colonial. With white shutters and manicured hedges that looked like they were always judging him.“Room, now. Do nothing but study or I swear to God.” He didn't have to finish it; Lennon already knew wh

LENNON Again, it felt like days were creeping in too fast. Wednesday arrived like a bruise that refused to fade. Lennon couldn't even recount the events of the previous day because he had spent it anticipating his next session with his professor. He'd spent it trying—and failing—to pretend the last session hadn't happened.It was all so surreal to him. The man in that office was clearly different from the one he'd texted the night before and even more different from the one he knew as Obsidian, but somehow, it all seemed to be the same person.Lennon had been avoiding mirrors, not just because he didn't want to see the image of himself but also because the faint red marks on his collarbone were still there, fingerprints still ghosted different areas of his body and he avoided Archer harder to not have to explain himself.Practice had become a literal minefield.“You’ve been weird as fuck since Monday,” Archer muttered during cooldown stretches, towel slung around his neck. “Extra stu