บททั้งหมดของ Professor Grayson's Favorite sin : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

GonerThe drive to Damien’s place was quiet. Not awkward or weird. Just… heavy. Like the air between them was holding its breath.Damien’s hand rested on Lennon’s lap and stayed there. It remained, warm and steady. Grounding Lennon. His thumb stroking lazy circles over the seam of Lennon’s jeans.Lennon needed that. That connection between them. It made him feel like everything was all right, even though he knew that it was all just a bubble and it’d pop the moment he got home.Every pass sent little sparks up Lennon’s spine. He kept his thighs pressed together, trying and failing to stop the ache between them. But it didn’t. It just made it worse.Lennon still felt stuffed full, still felt Damien’s cock pulsing inside him as he clenched around it. Sex with Damien would never not be mind-blowing.Lennon stared out the window the whole way. He watched the streetlights and the buildings. Heart hammering so loud he was sure Damien could hear it.When they pulled into the underground ga

Chapter 22: Aren’t You Like… 80?Lennon slipped inside the house quietly. The foyer was dark. Only the hallway sconces were on. He kicked off his shoes and started up the stairs. The one thing he didn’t want was to see his father. That would just ruin his night and so far everything was perfect.Lennon had actually felt good today. Very good, actually. Damien had taken such good care of him. He’d cooked for him and even though he was subtle, he made sure Lennon finished his food. Lennon really hadn’t had the appetite to eat the day before and it’d carried on like that till when he had the extra class.It excited him to know that he was eating Damien’s food. Lennon was happy that the universe had blessed him with Damien. He made Lennon feel so safe and wanted. What Lennon felt for Damien was no longer plain admiration or lust. It’d morphed into something Lennon didn’t want to name.He’d almost made it to his room when a voice boomed from behind him. “Lennon.” The voice st

Until I Pass the Fuck OutLennon pulled into the underground garage like a man running out of air. His heart hammered so viciously it rattled his teeth.He killed the engine and just sat there for close to ten seconds. Maybe more. His chest heaved, palms slick on the wheel. The silence pressed in on him.He was shaking and it wasn’t from cold. Something inside him wouldn’t shut up until he was touching Damien again. He dragged his phone out like it weighed a ton. In that moment, it did.Lennon (1:47 AM): I’m at the gate. Damien (1:47 AM): What?What was Damien even doing awake at that time? Lennon stared at the screen. He didn’t reply; he waited thirty seconds that felt like thirty years. Then the gate slid open with a low, mechanical hum. Lennon drove in on autopilot.Parked crooked in the visitor spot. He didn’t care. The elevator doors closed behind him and the ascent felt endless and too fast at the same time. His reflection in the mirrored wall looked wild-eyed, his lips alre

Scarlet’s eyes went wide the second her brain registered the scene in front of her. Then she squealed. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” She clapped both hands over her mouth like she was trying to contain an explosion. Then immediately failed.“Damien, you brute. Why did you have to do your business in the kitchen? Oh God!” She sounded genuinely offended like she’s not the one who just interrupted them.“It’s my house, remember? I can do whatever I want,” Damien gritted out. This was bad. Lennon had literally frozen in his arms. And his sister wasn’t supposed to be here.“That still doesn’t give you the right to traumatize me like this. Now I have to go bleach my eyes!” She groaned.“Well, what are you still waiting for? Go now.” He knew she wouldn’t go away just like that.“I will not leave this place until I see the boy you’re hiding. Whether I leave this kitchen now depends on what you decide.” She screamed from behind him.Damien pinched the bridge of his nose. This wa

LENNON Damien stood calmly, rounded the desk like a predator, every movement calm and controlled. It fascinated Lennon how he still managed to do that.Lennon would have thought his plan had backfired if it wasn’t for the obvious bulge in his pants. His mouth went dry. His heart slammed against his rib cage so hard he thought it might crack bone.Damien stopped in front of him and loomed above. He was close enough that Lennon could smell cedar and musk. Damien’s scent enveloped him; he became drunk on just the scent.Before Lennon could predict what would happen next, Damien gripped his throat. It wasn’t exactly choking him, but it did cut off a little bit of his air supply. He held him firmly, thumb pressing just under his jaw, feeling the frantic flutter of his pulse.“You must think you’re funny,” Damien rasped, his voice gravel and low. In that moment, just a little bit, Lennon thought that maybe he shouldn’t have sent that first picture. “Sending me pictures of someone else