บททั้งหมดของ Professor Grayson's Favorite sin : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

DAMIEN Damien knew this was a bad idea, but holding Lennon just felt so right. The boy looked on edge and so fucking scared. Like he feared Damien would hurt him. Damien didn't want to hurt him; if anything, he felt an unnatural sense of protection when it came to Lennon and he didn't want to cause him any form of discomfort.Damien thought Lennon would want to ignore their… unprofessional encounters. He thought it'd be uncomfortable enough that the boy had to spend a few hours with him, two days a week. He was sure that ignoring it all was the best thing to do. Had he been wrong? Had he misjudged Lennon? The boy was just full of so many complications and he'd also noticed the intense fear Lennon had for his dad—whom Damien planned on deleting from existence.“I didn't think you'd want to talk about it all. Here, in school." Damien confessed, keeping his voice calm and steady to not startle the kid. Damien cared about Lennon's comfort a bit too much. "I… I didn't. It's just…"

LENNON The library smelled like stale coffee, old paper, and the faint smell of someone's illicit vape pen. Lennon sat at the long table with six other students whom he only knew one of. Archer sprawled next to him like he owned the place, legs kicked up on an empty chair that he chased another student off of.Lennon didn't want to be there; he could name six million other things he'd rather be doing than sitting there and entertaining course mates that actually wanted to know about his ‘relationship’ with Professor Grayson and not in the slightest least interested in learning a thing or two—as they'd called it—from him.But there was nothing to tell. What he had with Damien couldn't be classified as a relationship. What they had was purely sexual and physical. Lennon knew it wasn't but he wouldn't dare admit it.Lennon didn't know when they started talking about Dorian Gray but he appreciated the change of topics. “—and then this kid in the front row goes, ‘Dorian’s just misunders

DAMIEN.Damien had never hated a day more than he hated this one. In his entire life.He was having a whole lot of new experiences lately.He wanted to be in his office, behind its locked doors, relaxed and mind at ease. But he knew even the sanctuary that used to be his office wouldn’t be enough to calm his frayed nerves today.Because there would be no Lennon on the edge of the chair opposite him, thighs pressed together like he was trying not to squirm.Instead, Damien was in the lecture hall, staring at two hundred breathing bodies who didn’t want to be there, just like him. Lennon was in the very last row, hood up, head bowed so low his face was practically one with his notebook. He didn’t look up. Not once. Damien felt every second of it like a blade twisting under his ribs.He lectured on autopilot, not bothering to be informal or pretend to make his class fun. There was nothing fun about today.His eyes inevitably and unsurprisingly kept sliding back to Lennon. Observing the w

LENNON The email hit Lennon’s inbox at 6:47 a.m. Subject: Mandatory Tutoring Sessions – Immediate Adjustment.Mr. Kessler,Due to the urgency of your upcoming midterm and the observed inconsistency in your preparation, I am mandating daily tutoring sessions effective immediately. We will meet every afternoon at 4:00 p.m. in my office until further notice. Attendance is non-negotiable. Failure to appear will be reported to your academic advisor and may impact your standing in the course.Prof. D. GraysonLennon stared at the screen until the words blurred. Daily. As in, every day.He felt trapped. He did. But underneath the panic was a shot of relief that coursed through his body like finally breathing in air after holding your breath for a very long time.He’d been dying since Wednesday. Every hour without Damien’s voice, without those grey eyes pinning him in place, without the low “good boy” that made his knees weak—it had been torture. Slow. Deliberate. He’d caught himself s

What I’m About to Do to youThe kiss turned heated. One second it was slow and careful like they were still testing the lines. The next, Lennon made a small, desperate sound against Damien’s mouth and everything ignited.Lennon’s hand fisted tighter in Damien’s shirt; Damien’s grip on Lennon’s waist turned bruising. Their tongues slid against each other, teeth scraped, breaths came ragged and shared like they were sharing their breaths. They were so inclined to each other. Lennon rocked down instinctively; his cock, which was already rock hard, ground against Damien’s through layers of fabric and both of them groaned into the kiss.Damien felt Lennon trembling with pleasure. Not fear or need, just pleasure which Damien wanted to give him every bit of. He could feel how wet Lennon already was through his shorts, how desperately he was trying to get even the slightest bit of friction. Damien’s own dick throbbed painfully behind his pants. He would have a permanent imprint of his zipper