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8:00 AM
Baekhyun is sitting in class, the lights still turned off before his Professor arrives. He is sitting in the very back at one of the long tables, a campus desktop set up in front of him. The morning light is dulled from behind the roller shades covering the large window on the back wall behind Baekhyun.
Baekhyun is now in his third year of university, taking two three-hour long studio courses to advance in his degree program. An absolute pain every semester for each student within any fine arts program. Luckily for Baekhyun, both of his studios were taught by none other than the man of his dreams. The man who has been his photography professor for the last three years. Professor Park Chanyeol—tall, intelligent, polite, and inequitably attractive.
Professor Park walked into the classroom just before the clock struck 8:00, flicking on the lights, a few groans sounding from students, whose eyes began to hurt at the sudden brightness. As usual, the professor came in looking like he came straight out of a fashion magazine. He is wearing a white, fitted button down tucked into a pair of dark blue dress pants, a matching blazer covering his wide shoulders, finishing off the stylish look.
Baekhyun couldn't help the quick rush of arousal that made its way down to his cock when he saw the tall, elegant man.
Baekhyun bit his bottom lip as his eyes roamed around the classroom, seeing every one of his peers ogling the handsome professor. He couldn’t blame them, however. Not when Professor Park was easily everyone’s guilty pleasure fantasy. His strong, muscled arms, large hands, plump, kissable lips—Baekhyun quickly sat upright, shaking the explicit thoughts from his head before he popped a boner in the middle of class.
Professor Park took attendance from behind his desk, glancing at every student, a small, polite smile present on his face, before he began the lecture.
Professor Park turned on the projector, a slideshow explaining the newly assigned project glowing on the white projection screen. The project was on cinema and the still image—the art of staging a scene within a photograph.
Cindy Sherman and Jee Young Lee, just a couple examples shown on what was expected of a project that relied heavily on creative freedom.
Despite the professional examples, Professor Park wanted to display his own example of the thousands of possibilities that could come of such an open-ended assignment.
Chanyeol grabbed his camera, a Sony A7 III, capable of capturing almost anything. The professor grabbed his 28-70mm lens, his back facing the students. He called out Baekhyun’s name, his voice deep and lacking anything other than strict professionalism.
Baekhyun’s back straightened, his eyes wide, having not expected to be called on.
“Mr. Byun, would you please come sit on this chair?” Professor Park asked, pointing to the empty metal chair in front of him. Baekhyun shot out of his seat, walking wearily toward the empty chair close to the blank wall, facing the group of students watching with pure curiosity over what the genius professor could be planning.
Chanyeol twisted the camera onto a tripod standing just a few feet from where Baekhyun is currently sitting, switching the camera’s power button, the screen instantly lighting up.
Professor Park took off the lens cap, pocketing it before he efficiently adjusted the camera’s focus onto his subject. He plugged in a shutter release cable, placed the connected button into a table nearby, and walked over to the student sitting, lonely, in a secluded section of the spacious classroom.
Baekhyun watched his professor come closer, stopping just in front of him and bending his upper body downward. The professor brought a hand up, cupping Baekhyun’s chin gently, causing butterflies to erupt in the student’s abdomen. His face was close as he turned Baekhyun’s head toward the camera. His gaze flicked over each mole and freckle on the Professor’s face, savoring the close proximity, before it was gone too soon.
Professor Park’s fingertips grazed the soft skin of the student’s cheek, down to the sensitive area of his neck just behind his ear, goosebumps spreading over Baekhyun’s skin, and a subtle shiver wracking through his body. Chanyeol bent further to grab Baekhyun’s slim wrists. His grip was firm, but not painful, as he readjusted Baekhyun into a model-like pose, the student looking stunning as he did everything his professor had asked of him.
Once the professor was satisfied with the look, he stepped back and out of frame, picking up the shutter release button and pressing it to snap a photograph of the moment. The shutter clicked loudly within the quiet room, the remaining students watching in awe as Professor Park worked seamlessly.
“You may return to your seat, Mr. Byun.” Chanyeol said, his eyes focused on unscrewing the camera from the tripod before walking back to his desk, plugging the camera into his laptop. The photograph appeared on the large screen—Baekhyun relaxed against the chair, his eyes squinted just a little as he gazed into the camera. He looked beautiful—sexy and confident.
“As you can see, this assignment does not require you to alter every detail within each photograph. You have the freedom to choose whether you alter your photograph with something as small as a coffee cup to creating a scene completely from scratch.” Professor Park explained, gesturing to items in the background of the displayed image to the main subject, Baekhyun.
“I look forward to seeing what everyone creates. If you have no further questions about the project, you may be dismissed.” The normally three-hour long studio ends after just an hour, students rushing out, some conversing amongst themselves about their ideas for the project.
Baekhyun remains in his seat, watching a few of his classmates walk up to the professor, asking him questions and pitching their ideas for feedback. He waits, sitting quietly until the very last student walks out, leaving Baekhyun alone with the handsome professor.
“Professor Park?” Baekhyun calls his name as he stands from his seat, his voice soft and alluring.
“Yes, Mr. Byun?” Chanyeol looks up from his laptop, his gaze sharp, attentive. The student walks up to the desk, his hips swaying slightly. He leans against the Professor’s desk, jutting a hip out as he stares into his eyes.
“I have an idea for my photographs, but I will need a little help.” He says, an attractive smirk on his face. Professor Park cocks an eyebrow.
“I don’t believe it will be very fair for me to help you with your assignment, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol stated, his index finger tapping slowly on the dark wood of the desk, merely a couple inches from where one of Baekhyun’s hands was resting.
“It’s nothing big, sir. I just need a little help with my outfit and the shutter.” He murmurs, the tip of his index finger swirling around on the top of the wooden desk.
“And why would you need my help with those?” Chanyeol asks, his voice deep, a subtle lilt to it, almost like he was amused by Baekhyun’s antics.
“All of my classmates are busy with their own projects. I just need you for a moment. I promise.” Baekhyun’s voice was low, a sultry whisper as he leaned closer to the taller man.
“Well, if it is truly for something so miniscule, then I suppose I could lend a hand. When do you plan to shoot?” Baekhyun grins, a big and grateful smile, but there is something in his eyes—a dark sparkle—that turns the seemingly innocent expression into one of mischief and perversity.
“Tomorrow night.” He answers, his body bending over the desk, his ass jutting out in a way that could only be described as provocative. He grabs a sticky note and pen from next to the professor’s laptop, jotting down his apartment’s address. He peels the pink sticky note off the stack, holding it out for the man to grab.
“Here is my address. Could you come over around 6pm?” Chanyeol raised his hand toward the sticky note, the roughness of his skin meeting the softness of Baekhyun’s. The student smiled gratefully, staring at the man for a moment longer before turning on his heels to walk out the door.
Chanyeol leaned back in his chair, a hand carding through his hair as he let out a deep, anxiety-filled breath.
“Tomorrow is going to be a long night.”
True to his word, Chanyeol was knocking on Baekhyun’s front door at 6 sharp. The door opened, the old, run-down wood and rusted metal of student housing causing a loud creaking sound from the movement.
Baekhyun stood in the doorway, baby blue silk pajamas covering his curvaceous body, complementing the milkiness of his skin tone.
Chanyeol, on the other hand, was dressed comfortable. A large gray sweatshirt hugging his frame and black sweatpants, still looking handsome despite the casual clothing.
“Good evening, sir.” Baekhyun greeted in his usual sultry tone, steeping to the side and gesturing with his hand for Chanyeol to enter. The apartment was a small one-bedroom just off campus. Chanyeol looked around, noting the old, worn down furniture.
“How long will this take, Baekhyun? Is that what you plan on wearing in the photographs?” The professor questioned, not looking at the captivating student.
“Do you really think this is something I would wear for an assignment, Mr. Park?” Baekhyun cocked an eyebrow, staring at the man until he finally looked at him.
“After seeing all your work, no, I do not think you would wear pajamas in a photograph.” Chanyeol chuckled, shaking his head. “What do you plan on wearing, then? And why did you ask me here if you weren’t going to be ready by the time I arrived?” Baekhyun giggled, a quick fluttery feeling blooming in Chanyeol’s stomach.
“That’s what I need help with.” The expression on Baekhyun’s face sent a chill down Chanyeol’s spine, his complexion turning to one of a ghost. Coming here was definitely not a good idea.
Baekhyun leads the man into his bedroom, the place dark save for a lone lamp on his bedside table, which added a soft yellow glow to the room.
Standing near the foot of the bed, Baekhyun bends over, bringing a box out from underneath the furniture. He opens it, grabbing something that Chanyeol cannot see.
Baekhyun stands, turning toward his professor and handing him a rope, Chanyeol’s thick fingers wrapping around the soft, expensive bamboo material. The rope is a baby pink, almost perfectly matching the color of Baekhyun’s lips. Chanyeol’s brows furrow before one cocks upward, as he stares at his student, incredulously, questions swarming in his eyes. “Why am I holding a shibari rope?”
Mirth takes over Baekhyun’s expression, a smirk playing on his face. “So, you know what that is.” He says, his voice amused, teasing. “Do you know how to use it?”
That question seemed to have hit Professor Park’s ego, the man smirked after a quiet, breathy chuckle. His gaze darkened, eyes sharp. He steps closer, his head tilted down and Baekhyun’s lifted up, so their faces were no more than a few inches apart.
“Do you doubt me?” The man’s husky voice reverberated in the quiet room, his breath fanning over his student’s face, a shiver quickly making its way through his body leaving goosebumps in its wake. Instead of backing down, a sly grin takes over Baekhyun’s face, his hand crawling up his professor’s chest.
“Well.. you haven’t given me a reason not to.” The student had a slight tremble to his voice, but he couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or nervousness. He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips and swallowing dryly.
“Ouch. I’m hurt, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol spoke, his body leaned forward, a hand placed dramatically on his chest as he contorted his face into faux pain.
“Now, seriously, why did you hand me a shibari rope?” The man’s body straightened, his voice low, deeper than it had been just a few seconds ago. Baekhyun could already feel himself getting worked up, an almost unnoticeable tingle settling in his lower abdomen.
“I’m sure you could figure that out for yourself. Can’t you, Mr. Park?” Baekhyun had one hand holding his bed frame, his body leaning against it. He had a smug smile on his face, thoroughly enjoying this game they were playing—dancing around the attraction they both felt for one another, getting closer and closer to breaking every second they spend together.
“Baekhyun.” Chanyeol grumbled, slowly losing his composure, his hands clenched in a fist at his sides. Baekhyun leans in, placing a hand on Chanyeol’s sturdy chest to hold himself when he stands on the tips of his toes, stopping when his lips are brushing Chanyeol’s ear. He all but moaned out the next few words, his voice a sultry whisper.
“Tie me up, Professor.”
A loud groan escaped the man’s lips. He raises his hands, wrapping large, thick fingers around Baekhyun’s shoulders, pushing him backward, one of Chanyeol’s hands slipping behind his head just as his body is slammed roughly against the wall. A quiet, choked moan is heard. Chanyeol looks down at Baekhyun, thinking he had hurt him. Baekhyun tilts his head back, his eyes wet and clouded with lust. His thin, pink lips are parted.
Chanyeol places a hand against the wall, just beside Baekhyun’s head. He grips Baekhyun’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting his head to gaze directly into his half-lidded eyes.
“So, this is why you made up that feeble excuse about how you couldn’t ask your peers for help on this project?” He chuckled, incredulous.
“You just wanted me to see you tied and bound. Pretty and willing.”
“Yes.” Baekhyun croaked, shaking with desire.
“Well then, you’re just gonna have to do something for me first.”
Baekhyun is sitting in the center of his bed, his legs bent under him and his hands placed obediently on his knees. The contrast between his milky skin and the crimson bedding was enthralling. He’d been sitting there silently for almost ten minutes now as Chanyeol moved around the room, setting up two tripods, one connected to Baekhyun’s camera, the other to Chanyeol’s.
Baekhyun’s camera is placed directly in front of the bed, while his professor's is slightly off to the side. The angle of the professor’s camera is carefully placed to focus on the gorgeous curves of Baekhyun’s body that are seen clearly from the way his silk pajamas rest elegantly on him.
“Look into the camera.” The professor ordered, to which Baekhyun complied immediately. His adorable, slightly downturned eyes were focused intently on the center of the mid-range zoom lens. He plugs his shutter release button into the camera, clicking it until a flash is seen, successfully capturing the moment.
The professor takes a few more photographs like that, loving the way Baekhyun looks against the dark bedsheets, and the way he could practically see the student’s patience run thin as he waits to be tied and bound by Chanyeol.
A chuckle escapes his lips as a quiet whine sounds from the student’s lips.
“You’re quite impatient, Mr. Byun.” His deep voice rang in the dark room. He whined again, louder this time, and Chanyeol couldn’t hide the satisfied grin on his face.
He walked up to his student, grabbing the shibari rope before leaning on the mattress, hovering above Baekhyun’s face as he stared up at him.
“Are you ready?” He questions Baekhyun, who just nods in response, too eager to do anything more.
“Did you have something in mind for this?” Baekhyun shook his head.
“I wanted you to choose how to make me look beautiful.” He mutters, suddenly feeling shy. Chanyeol’s eyes widened slightly, his heart pinching for just a brief moment.
“You always look beautiful, Baekhyun.” He said, bringing a hand up to gently caress the side of the Baekhyun’s face, who quickly leaned into the touch.
“Do you trust me?” Another nod, this time with a whispered ‘yes.’
Chanyeol quickly stood up from on the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed to grab the box that Baekhyun got the pink shibari rope from. He lifts the lid of the box, searching its contents until he finds what he is looking for. Another rope, the same color as the first one.
Chanyeol leans back onto the bed, dropping the ropes onto the mattress and sitting close to Baekhyun. “Sit up. Hands crossed behind your back.” Baekhyun does exactly that, sitting on his heels, back straight, and crossing his wrists behind his back to present himself fully to the man before him.
Chanyeol raises his hands, Baekhyun’s eyes following the movement until they stop, hovering just in front of the buttons of Baekhyun’s pajama top. Their eyes meet, Chanyeol’s gaze asking permission before he continues. Baekhyun grants it with a whispered ‘yes.’
The hands move forward, engulfing the small button, unclasping it slowly, tenderly, before doing the same to the one below it. Baekhyun kept his eyes on his professor’s face, admiring the way his eyebrows creased with focus, and his plump lips pursed ever so slightly as he kept his gaze on the buttons he was undoing.
The last button is unclasped, the thin, silky pajamas falling open just enough for Chanyeol to see the soft skin of Baekhyun's stomach and the pinkness of his nipples peeking out from behind the fabric. Chanyeol stills, stunned by the beauty that is his student. Baekhyun is gorgeous as he looks up at his professor through his lashes, waiting for Chanyeol to push the top the rest of the way off his body.
The silk slides down his arms, stopping where his wrists are crossed. Chanyeol reaches behind him, softly grasping one hand to unclasp them, pulling the shirt off before placing his hand back across the other. He feels so open, displaying his body for his professor—seeing the way Chanyeol’s gaze slowly glides over every inch of his exposed torso then down to his pants. He places his hands over Baekhyun’s hips, gently caressing the bare skin with his thumbs before inserting them into the hem of Baekhyun’s pajama pants.
“Lift.” He orders, immediately pulling the fabric down his legs when Baekhyun follows the order, leaving him in nothing but a pair of pink, delicate lace panties. Baekhyun hears Chanyeol’s breath hitch at the sight, his pupils dilating at the sinful sight. He drops the garment on the floor to his right and reaches forward, placing his hands back on Baekhyun's hips and over the soft panties. He squeezes his hands, eliciting a soft gasp from Baekhyun, before he presses his left hand into the mattress to hover over his student, moving his other hand down over his plush thigh and stopping at the curve of his knee.
Chanyeol stops just above Baekhyun’s head. Their faces are so close, their breaths mingling as they pant heavily to suppress the immense lust they feel for one another. He pulls away and Baekhyun has to bite his lip to keep in the whine he so desperately wanted to let out at the loss.
Chanyeol checks his camera for a moment, adjusting the angle and height before setting it to count down from ten, allowing him time to walk back up to his gorgeous student, gripping his hair—just harshly enough for him to gasp and for tears to spring to his eyes—and he tilts his head up. He looks directly into Baekhyun’s eyes, closing the distance between their faces until his upper lip is between Baekhyun’s slightly parted ones.
The sound of the shutter went off, and a quick flash was seen before Chanyeol closed his mouth, sucking gently on the Baekhyun’s bottom lip and pulling ever so slightly, a quiet whimper escaping the student’s mouth. Then, with an almost inaudible pop of their lips, Chanyeol straightened his posture and turned to walk back to his camera, inspecting the photograph.
The way the camera was angled, just above the height of Baekhyun’s head and tilted downward, the lens was able to effectively capture the gleam of his student’s tears—specks of white in his eyes and thin streaks of wetness down his pink-tinted cheeks. The sensuality of the photograph was enough to make the professor’s cock twitch. He couldn’t wait to get back to his home studio to edit the photograph until it was absolutely perfect.
Chanyeol steps back toward the bed, picking up the pink ropes. “Turn around for me, princess.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen at the pet name, his face flushing a very deep red as he moves to show his back toward Chanyeol. He feels the man caressing his back before the ropes are placed loosely over the back of his neck. Chanyeol pulls one end of the ropes under his arm and over the part behind his neck then does the same with the other side, creating two loops around his shoulders and a knot between his shoulder blades.
“Cross your wrists behind your back.” Chanyeol orders, his voice already slightly strained. Baekhyun quickly follows the order, allowing for Chanyeol to begin binding his arms. He loops the ropes over his left arm and brings it around and across his back to loop it over the other arm, knotting them together, creating another beautiful knot just under the first one.
“You looked so gorgeous in that photograph.” Chanyeol breaks the silence with his deep voice, his breath fanning across Baekhyun’s right shoulder. “So pretty crying for me as I pulled your hair.” Baekhyun makes a choked sound at that, a grin spreading on Chanyeol’s face knowing how much he affects the other. He continues tying the rope along the expanse of Baekhyun’s arms, binding them against his back and accentuating his already pronounced shoulder blades. He leans down further, brushing his lips along Baekhyun’s shoulder blade before pressing a gentle, featherlight kiss there, causing the student’s breath to hitch and a tear to slip from his closed eyes at the display of affection.
Baekhyun leans his head back, setting it against Chanyeol’s broad shoulder, his brain fogged as he ghosts the edge of falling into subspace, yearning for more affection. He tilts his head to the side, his lips grazing Chanyeol’s jawline. Chanyeol looks over, meeting Baekhyun’s heavy, tearful eyes. He smiles, his eyes full of love and fondness. Baekhyun purses his lips, his eyes begging for attention, which Chanyeol quickly gives in, pushing his lips firmly against Baekhyun’s, leaving them there for a few seconds. Butterflies erupt in Baekhyun’s stomach at the very obvious confession of feelings.
Chanyeol pulls back from the kiss, continuing to tie the ropes over and under each arm until he reaches his wrists. He winds the remaining rope around the center all the way up until he reaches the first knot between his shoulder blades, tucking the end of the rope between the tight knot.
Chanyeol exhales, stepping off the bed to admire his work. The light, baby pink of the rope contrasting beautifully with the milkiness of Baekhyun’s skin and tied in a gorgeous four line strappado.
Baekhyun turns his head as best he can, looking back at his professor and seeing the tenderness in the man’s eyes. Chanyeol looks up, meeting Baekhyun’s eyes and his own light up.
“Stay just like that for me.” Baekhyun listens, keeping his neck strained in position as he watches Chanyeol set the camera to take another photograph. The shutter goes off with the flash and Baekhyun waits in anticipation while Chanyeol inspects the photograph. “Beautiful.” He mutters, just loud enough for Baekhyun to hear in the silent room. “Just like always.”
Chanyeol allows Baekhyun to relax, the student stretching out his tender neck for a moment as Chanyeol removes Baekhyun’s camera from the tripod.
Chanyeol takes his time photographing the moment—capturing the ethereal beauty of Baekhyun. The gorgeous pink knots pressing against smooth skin, the sensuous view of Baekhyun bound by ropes tied by Chanyeol, the delicate beauty of Baekhyun’s face—his downturned eyes, soft button nose, and pink lips that are parted ever so slightly.
Chanyeol does what every great photographer would do—he gets personal with his subject, intimate. He wraps his hands around Baekhyun’s hips, sliding them down, his fingers catching on the lace at the hem of his panties, and caressing the soft skin of Baekhyun’s thighs, positioning him into various sensual poses. Chanyeol glides his hands over the ropes binding Baekhyun’s arms behind his back, moving his hand to stroke his rough, calloused fingers over Baekhyun’s stomach, ghosting his touch over his nipples before taking a couple more photographs.
Baekhyun gets more than a little wound up by the end of the photoshoot, his cock straining in his underwear. Chanyeol winds his camera back on the tripod before sitting on the bed, moving to hover over Baekhyun, one leg on either side of his hips. He grips a hand around Baekhyun’s neck, pulling him up so they’re faces are no more than a couple inches apart.
Baekhyun looks down. He can see Chanyeol’s cock forming a tent in his sweats, but Chanyeol ignores the discomfort in favor of placing a hand against Baekhyun’s cheek. “You did so well.” Baekhyun’s heart swells at the compliment, a smile blooming on his face. Chanyeol rests his forehead against Baekhyun’s for a moment, both of their eyes closed as they breathe each other in. Chanyeol pecks Baekhyun’s lips. “Are you ready for me to untie you?” Baekhyun nods, eager to wrap his arms around Chanyeol, to squeeze him close and keep him there.
Chanyeol turns Baekhyun onto his stomach, his knees bent between Baekhyun’s own. He glides his hands over Baekhyun’s legs, starting from the ankle until he reaches his upper thigh, admiring—cherishing him and his body. He squeezes the skin occasionally, sending tingling jolts up Baekhyun’s body. Chanyeol brushes his hand firmly over the curve of Baekhyun’s ass, kneading the parts not covered by his bound hands gently. Baekhyun moans quietly at the feeling, loving the way Chanyeol presses his fingers into the plushness of Baekhyun’s ass.
Suddenly, Baekhyun feels a hard smack against his skin, his body jolting forward, his hard cock jumping from where it’s pinned between his body and brushing against the sheets. He chokes out a sound—a broken moan. Chanyeol just spanked him. And now… now he is kneading at the area of his ass that he just smacked, soothing it with his touch. Baekhyun whines. He’s so hard and he wants him so bad. He wants to touch Chanyeol. And he wants Chanyeol to fuck him. To make love to him even if it only lasts for this one night.
“You’re so beautiful.” Chanyeol breathes out. His hands are now roaming Baekhyun’s body, caressing his sides, briefly gliding over the rope around his arms. Baekhyun relishes in the touch, the affection that his professor is so clearly displaying in this intimate moment. Chanyeol stops his hands around the knot between his shoulder blades, slowly unwinding the rope from around the knots until he reaches his wrists. He pauses. Chanyeol slowly, carefully slides his hands down the small distance from Baekhyun’s wrists back to his ass cheeks. Chanyeol pulls them apart, spreading Baekhyun completely bare on the bed. Baekhyun makes a confused noise before suddenly, there is a tongue pressing against his rim. He screams, writhing with pleasure as Chanyeol licks around the puckered skin.
Chanyeol is knelt between Baekhyun’s obscenely spread legs, kissing and licking at his rim, pleasuring him. His hands are squeezing Baekhyun's ass cheeks, as Baekhyun tries desperately not to close his legs around Chanyeol’s head as he moans out his name. All too soon, it becomes difficult maintaining this position—Baekhyun on his stomach and Chanyeol’s face buried in his ass—without Baekhyun’s bound hands getting in the way. Annoyed, he begins to unwind the knots. Baekhyun’s arms fall to his sides as soon as the last knot is undone.
Suddenly feeling fond of the sight of Baekhyun bare for him, Chanyeol begins to massage along his arms and up to his shoulders. Baekhyun sighs at how good it feels on his sore muscles. Chanyeol presses his fingers into Baekhyun’s skin, easing the tension, moving his hands from the top of his shoulders to the small of his back. He begins to knead at his ass again, now that his hands are no longer in the way.
Chanyeol flips Baekhyun over, his back hitting the soft bed, and he moves to hover over him. Chanyeol leans his forearm against the sheets next to Baekhyun’s head. With his other hand, he brushes his fingers through the student’s soft hair, combing through the strands as he stares at him fondly. Baekhyun pushes himself up, reaching to press his lips against Chanyeol’s. Their lips lock together and Baekhyun falls back down against the bed as they kiss. Their mouths move as if they’ve kissed a thousand times, breaths mingling. Chanyeol takes Baekhyun’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking—nipping at the skin.
“Chanyeol please– please make love to me.” Baekhyun breathes out a moan, arching his back into Chanyeol’s chest. Chanyeol freezes. It feels as if a bucket of ice water was poured over him. He didn’t want this. He knows how much trouble he could get in for having this kind of relationship with his student. He can’t put Baekhyun through that, so he begins to pull back, pushing himself up onto his knees. Baekhyun stops the movement, grasping onto Chanyeol’s arm.
“Wait–Baek… We can’t do this.” Chanyeol whispered, falling forward to lean his forehead against his arm next to Baekhyun’s head.
“What?” Baekhyun’s voice was strained, his eyes red as he held back the sudden onslaught of tears.
“Baek, I’m your professor. We can’t.” Chanyeol was about to move away again—about to push himself off the bed, off from above where he was caging Baekhyun against the mattress, when Baekhyun cried out.
“No! Please– Please Chanyeol, sir. Please, I want you. I need you.” He cries, tears flowing endlessly down his face. “I know you want me, too. You already showed it while you were tying the ropes. You– Only someone in love would kiss someone the way you kissed me.” Baekhyun chokes, on the verge of breaking down as he fights for the man he loves.
Chanyeol merely stares at him, conflicted. Baekhyun’s tears are falling too quickly for him to notice the pain in his professor’s eyes as he watches him cry on the bed, shivering from the cold of not having Chanyeol wrapped around him.
“Please.” Baekhyun pleads quietly, choking over his own tears, his shoulders shaking. Chanyeol can’t take it anymore. He steps back toward the bed, reaching out for Baekhyun and placing his hand along his cheek, wiping away the wetness. Baekhyun only cries harder, scrambling up to hold onto Chanyeol, wrapping his arms and legs around the man to keep him from leaving.
“Shh… I’m here, baby. I won’t leave you.” Chanyeol whispers next to Baekhyun’s ear, rubbing along his back to comfort him. He holds onto Baekhyun, rocking him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he has no more tears left to cry.
Baekhyun continued to hold onto Chanyeol even after he stopped crying. “Are you feeling better now?” Chanyeol questioned Baekhyun, his voice gentle, comforting. Baekhyun nodded with a quiet whine before moving his head out from in the crook of Chanyeol’s neck. He pushed himself forward, wanting nothing more than to feel connected with Chanyeol, pressing their lips together again. The kiss quickly turns heated. Feeling the need for air begin to creep into Chanyeol’s lungs, he grips Baekhyun’s hair and pulls his head back roughly, forcing a gasp from him as his hands fly up to his hair.
“Huh. You’re just a manipulative little brat, aren’t you?” Chanyeol’s voice was so deep, it sent shivers down Baekhyun’s body to his cock. “You really can’t help yourself. All you want is my cock in you, huh?” Baekhyun nods frantically, his lips parted as he panted harshly into Chanyeol’s face. “You were just crying your eyes out, and now all you want is for me to fuck you. Pathetic.”
Baekhyun’s eyes are still red from the tears, and they glisten in the low light. Chanyeol can’t help but find the sight breathtaking. He leans back down, loosening his grip on Baekhyun’s hair and begins pressing light pecks on Baekhyun’s lips, down to his jaw and neck. Baekhyun drops his hands and lets out a whimper, loving the gentle touches. Chanyeol begins leaving open-mouthed kisses near his collarbones, nipping a few times. Baekhyun gasps when Chanyeol nips at a certain spot on the side of his neck, so he licks over the area before biting down harshly and sucking. Baekhyun moans loudly, loving the pain. He brings his hands up to grab at Chanyeol’s biceps and places one hand against the back of the man’s head, fingers threading through his hair—through the soft, thick strands that he had to resist the urge to pull.
Chanyeol kissed gently over the area to soothe the pain of the bite, watching how it reddens. “You want me to make love to you?” Chanyeol lifts his head from Baekhyun’s neck, speaking into his ear with his gravelly voice.
Baekhyun nods fervently. “Yes.”
That’s all the confirmation the professor needs before he immediately latches his lips back over Baekhyun’s, kissing him roughly—passionately. Baekhyun whimpers into his mouth when he nibbles on his lower lip to slip his tongue inside, sliding them together and licking the roof of his mouth. Baekhyun soon begins grinding his ass down on Chanyeol’s lap, easily feeling how hard his cock is underneath him. Chanyeol groans and Baekhyun quickly swallows the sound as their lips mold together. He places his hands around Baekhyun’s hips, guiding him in his movements, bringing them both pleasure as he starts thrusting into Baekhyun’s ass when he pulls him to grind down.
“Yeol–“ Baekhyun chokes when Chanyeol cups his ass and spreads his cheeks to thrust right in between, the pleasure becoming too much for him to bear. “Stop. I can’t– I don’t wanna cum, yet.”
Chanyeol removes his hands from Baekhyun, leaning his head against Baekhyun’s shoulder, his eyes shut as he pants against Baekhyun’s skin. A moment later, when both of their breaths have evened out, Chanyeol removes Baekhyun from his lap. Baekhyun lets out a sound of distress, which Chanyeol quickly stops with a reassuring kiss to his lips. He stands from the bed, removing his sweatpants and underwear in one go. Baekhyun watches intently as Chanyeol wraps a hand around his thick, hard cock, stroking it once before he moves closer, leaning over him. Baekhyun falls back against the bed and is caged between the man’s arms on the sheets. They kiss again, this time slower, tasting each other, committing the feel of their lips pressed together to memory.
Chanyeol lowers his hips, their cocks touching and they moan into each other's mouths at the pleasure that suddenly courses through their bodies. Baekhyun lifts his hips as Chanyeol grinds his own down and they slowly set a rhythm of thrusting into each other. Their lips move in tandem, tasting each other as the familiar coil in their stomachs grew.
Chanyeol pulled back from the kiss, looking into Baekhyun’s eyes once they opened. “Where do you keep your lube?”
“Bottom drawer.” Baekhyun answered, pointing to the nightstand to his left. Chanyeol quickly reached over, opening the drawer and rummaging through it until he found the small tube. He uncapped it, squeezing out a decent amount onto his fore and middle fingers, and lowering them until they pressed against Baekhyun’s rim. He circled the puckered skin, pressing slightly more each time until one finger slipped inside and Baekhyun moaned at the sudden stretch. Chanyeol leaned down to press kisses to Baekhyun’s neck, pressing his lips gently against the skin. The kisses soon turned from innocent pecks to wet, open-mouthed ones as he moved further down to his collar bones then to his chest. He continued slipping his finger inside until it reached the second knuckle before he slowly began pumping it in and out, and with each push forward, the finger went just a little deeper into Baekhyun’s hole. Baekhyun was writhing and whining throughout the whole process as the pain very slowly turned into pleasure.
Chanyeol tried to distract Baekhyun from the pain by focusing on pleasuring Baekhyun through his nipples, kissing and licking at one of the perked up buds, while his free hand was pinching at the other one, rolling it around between his fingers, causing Baekhyun to arch into the feeling. Baekhyun was moaning his professor’s name, breathing quickly as he got lost in the pleasure.
Chanyeol added a second finger once he noticed Baekhyun relaxing. He pulled away from the younger’s chest, leaning against a hand pressed into the mattress next to Baekhyun’s head. He continued the push and pull of his fingers, curling them up and to the side until he felt Baekhyun clench down on his fingers as he let out a silent scream and reached up to grab at Chanyeol’s bicep. Chanyeol picked up the pace, fucking Baekhyun faster with his fingers and curling them continuously into the bundle of nerves that was quickly pushing Baekhyun toward the edge. He added a third finger, scissoring—stretching him. When he felt Baekhyun was about to cum, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around his cock in a tight ring. Baekhyun whined when he realized he wasn’t about to get relief from an orgasm.
Chanyeol continued stretching him until he was four fingers in, finally deeming Baekhyun ready to take his cock. He rolls a condom down his cock, lathering it in lube, stroking himself once, twice, and pressing the tip of his cock against Baekhyun’s rim. It was so red, even through the latex, against Baekhyun’s pale skin, ready to finally be enveloped in Baekhyun’s tight heat. Chanyeol rubs the tip against Baekhyun a couple times to help him relax again before he pushes forward, the head disappearing inside. It felt as if Baekhyun were sucking him in, and he had to fight back the desperate urge to thrust forward in one go. He didn’t want to hurt Baekhyun, no matter how difficult it was to hold back.
Chanyeol groaned deeply once he bottomed out, the sound guttural—raw and throaty—as he felt his hips press against Baekhyun’s. The warmth enveloping his cock felt addicting. Baekhyun has tears in his eyes from the pain as he looks up at Chanyeol.
“You can move.” Baekhyun breathes out after a long moment. Chanyeol bends down, pressing a reassuring peck to Baekhyun’s lips before he starts pulling out a little to then thrust back in. His pace is slow, careful. His cock moves in and out, each thrust further than the last. He sets a rhythm and moves forward to attach his lips to Baekhyun’s, their tongues meeting almost immediately.
Chanyeol’s thrusts quicken, his hips adjusting the angle, and Baekhyun moans loudly into his mouth when the head of his cock brushes against his prostate. He sets a brutal pace right after, thrust after thrust pressing into his prostate, the sensations of Chanyeol’s thick cock moving in and out of him, along with the constant touching of his prostate sends Baekhyun back toward the edge faster than he would’ve liked. He can’t help it. It all just felt way too good, but he tries desperately to hold back, to keep himself from orgasming before Chanyeol can even get close.
The squelching sound of Chanyeol’s thrusts fill the room, along with Baekhyun’s moans and Chanyeol’s groans. Baekhyun loves it. He loves the filthy-ness of it all. He grabs at Chanyeol’s shoulders, reaching around him to scratch down his back, trying to get a hold of something to keep him grounded. The pleasure is all too much.
Baekhyun cums, tears now flowing freely down his face—this time from pleasure—as his body shudders from the power of the orgasm. Chanyeol watches as cum shoots out of Baekhyun’s cock and lands on his bare stomach. He continues thrusting into Baekhyun, chasing his own high, which gets closer and closer when Baekhyun clenches involuntarily around Chanyeol’s cock while he comes down from his high. The feeling of Baekhyun’s ass, tight around his sensitive cock, pushes him over the edge with just a few more thrusts, hard and fast. He slows down, grinding into Baekhyun as he rides out his orgasm, shooting his cum into the condom.
Chanyeol leans forward, moving his hand to prop himself up on his forearm, wanting to rest his forehead against Baekhyun’s while they both catch their breaths. Chanyeol turns his head, kissing the side of Baekhyun’s head, and he falls over onto the bed next to the younger, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“So… how was that?” Chanyeol asks with his devastatingly deep voice, a cocky smirk on his lips.
“You–” Baekhyun chokes, still high on the pleasure coursing through his veins. “You are an absolute menace.” He says, the insult coming out as nothing but a strained whisper holding no heat.
“A menace whom you love.” Chanyeol retorts, wiping away the remnants of tears along Baekhyun’s face and neck. Baekhyun just hits him on his shoulder, looking away with a smile as his face reddens with a blush.
“You know you can’t use those photographs for your project, right? I will not allow you to display those when we do our class critiques. No one is allowed to see you like that, but me.” Chanyeol grumbled, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin of Baekhyun’s neck before he placed a featherlight kiss to the curve of it. The two men are now cuddled comfortably underneath a clean pair of sheets, basking in the warmth and the love they have for one another.
“I already completed my real submission for the project before you came today. And, I promise it’s nothing provocative.” Baekhyun spoke with a slight giggle, delighted that his loving boyfriend of two years would still feel so jealous and protective of him. Chanyeol hummed happily, placing more kisses to his neck, trailing them higher—on his jawline, his chin, up to his lips, placing one last lingering kiss right in the center.
“I love you, baby.” Chanyeol whispered, resting his head and closing his eyes to sleep. Baekhyun turned around in his boyfriend’s arms, so he could place his head in the warmth of his chest, one arm wrapping around the man’s waist as he settled between his legs.
“I love you, too, Channie.” Chanyeol placed a peck to the top of Baekhyun’s head, taking a big whiff of the comforting scent before they both drifted off to sleep—satisfied, happy, and unbelievably in love.
8:00 AM
Baekhyun is sitting in class, the lights still turned off before his Professor arrives. His eyes are looking down toward where his hand lays on the table in front of him. His index finger is tapping against the wood, creating a subtle rhythm to distract himself from his boredom as he waits.
Baekhyun is now in his last semester of university, about to present his final project, ready to finally graduate with his Bachelor’s degree in Photography. He already has a job lined up with a large publishing company. Not to mention, he cannot wait until he no longer has to be subject to the cruelty of one Professor Park. The man has no sympathy for the amount of work he assigns his students during each semester, and Baekhyun is excited to finally be away from such a cruel man.
The door to the classroom opens, the Professor stepping inside, flicking on the lights, and walking over to his desk, his signature smirk ever present on his face.
“Good morning class.” The tall, handsome Professor greets the group. Baekhyun can see some of his peers fawning over the man, a common sight within any room that Park Chanyeol is in.
The Professor turns his attention to his laptop to take attendance. His students stand from their seats, passing around a tin container of magnets. The students spend several minutes arranging and rearranging their final displays on the whiteboard, wanting the last project they submit to be as perfect as can be.
Baekhyun’s project is last on the board, a set of three photographs printed on large photo paper, and hung on the board perfectly aligned beside one another. The photographs are dark, only one spot toward the center of each photograph is lit by a narrow flash.
The photographs are of a man. Two are detail shots, taken from up close, both with a low aperture. The photograph on the left is aimed at the man’s wide hips, the milkiness of his skin blurred against the black background. The camera’s focus is set on the details of a rope—how it’s carefully twisted and knotted against the man’s body.
The photograph on the right has a further focus point, blurring the details of the rope and showing the subtle curves of the man’s back and shoulder—how his shoulder blades jut out beautifully. How he has a few dark freckles against the otherwise spotless skin.
The last photograph, the one directly in the center, is far enough for his back to be shown between two arms tied together by a very familiar baby pink rope. His shoulders are wide, and the blades are prominent, leaving Baekhyun’s peers to briefly wonder if the man is supposed to be representing an angel, adding to the apparent beauty of the man. His head is just out of range
of the flash, along with the lowest part of his torso, just above the curve of his ass, leaving the identity of the subject unknown to all except two within the classroom.
They look at each other, one with an attractive, knowing smirk, the other with wide, angry eyes and a poorly hidden scowl.
“Alright, Mr. Byun. Please tell us about your project.” Professor Park says, raising an arm and gesturing toward the three photographs.
To the untrained eye, Chanyeol looked like his regular stoic self, but Baekhyun could see it. He could see the absolute fury brewing behind those large, boba eyes.
With a smile that is all too proud, Baekhyun stands in front of his peers, presenting his artwork, receiving praise. He skillfully redirects any questions about the identity of the subject. His eyes scan over the group in front of him until they land on his professor. Chanyeol’s expression is still one of anger, his hand placed over a notebook that is on his lap, tapping impatiently on it, the glare of a silver and black ring reflecting off the classroom lights.
Baekhyun looks down at his hands, efficiently pretending to be shy at the praise he is receiving, but in reality, he just wanted an excuse to watch as his fingers twist a similar, thinner version of his Professor’s ring that is wrapped around his left ring finger.