Dark MM Desires: Forbidden & Filthy Tales のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 26

Chapter OneSend me a picture of your dick. It better be hard.River's phone lit the underside of the desk. Nate's name sat above the text, and the words were already mean in the way Nate got mean when he wanted something and did not want to wait for it. River's thumb hovered. Two rows ahead, a girl was typing with her screen brightness all the way down. Professor Vale had his back to the room, writing a line from the essay on the board in that neat, narrow hand.The lecture hall smelled like dry marker and someone's burnt coffee. Rain ticked at the high windows. River should have put the phone in his bag. He knew that. He also knew Nate. If the text sat there, the next one would be worse, and worse with Nate was never a quiet thing.I'm in class.The reply landed before Tristan finished the sentence on the board.I don't care. Bathroom. Five minutes. If I don't have it, we're done. Don't text me some excuse.River's stomach pulled tight. Nate did this. He asked for a picture in the m

Chapter Three“What?”The word came out thin. River's back hit the edge of the sink counter. He had said anything. He had meant a grade, a favor, extra essays, something a professor was supposed to want from a student who had messed up. His cock pulsed against the zipper like it had heard a different offer and already agreed.Tristan didn't look away.“You heard me.”“You can't— you're my professor. You can't just—”“I can walk back in there and tell them why you left.” Tristan's voice stayed even. He reached for his belt. The leather slid through the loop with a soft sound that went straight down River's spine. “Or you get on your knees. Decide. I'm not asking twice.”River's knees made the decision before the rest of him finished arguing. The tile was cold through his jeans. He was so hard it ached, and he didn't know if it was the porn still running in his head or the man undoing his belt in front of him or the awful relief of being told exactly what the price was. Nate never asked

Chapter FiveRiver made it back to the classroom with his jacket zipped to his throat. The come in his jeans had started to cool and stick to his skin, a humiliating reminder every time he took a step. He slid into his seat as Tristan was wrapping the last point on the board, and he did not look at the front of the room. His notes were still open to a blank page. His bag was where he had left it. A boy in the back glanced over, then away. Nobody seemed to care that he had been gone long enough to fall apart and come back wrong.Tristan did not look at him either. That was worse. He assigned the chapter, capped the marker, and dismissed them like the hour had been ordinary. When the room scraped and stood, River packed with his head down. His hands left damp prints on the notebook cover. His mouth tasted like skin and salt no matter how many times he swallowed. When he stood, his thighs rubbed the mess in his jeans and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep a sound in.He had o