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“Good morning, class.”
“Good morning, sensei.”
“I’ve got a special class prepared for today.” Kageyama pauses, this time to relish the curiosity shining from his students’ faces. He isn’t a showman by any means, but there’s an undeniable power to holding a room’s attention. “Hinata, come out, please.”
As usual, Hinata appears in his robe and steps onto the low platform. Usually there would be a stool that he’d pose on, but today, Kageyama set out a table. Hinata hops up easily, not bothering to fix his robe when one side flipped up. He’ll be taking it off soon.
“You’re all familiar with Hinata’s body at this point, right?”
A murmur of assent ripples through the room.
“Today, we’ll be focusing on a part you don’t know as well: his genitalia. His vulva, to be exact. At the start of the semester, I told you we would have a class on this, but if anyone is uncomfortable with this, you can leave. You won’t be marked absent if you do.” It’s an unusually generous offer, one he only makes because he knows no one will take it. Even the most focused university student isn’t going to turn down a chance to ogle at a cunt.
Sure enough, not a single hand raises. With that, he drifts to the classroom door and clicks the lock in place. He doesn’t want any interruptions today. “Good. Ready, Hinata?”
Hinata nods eagerly before standing to let his robe slide off his body. A whole semester hasn’t made the roomful of college students any more immune to his beauty. Eyes still flicker over his lean form and linger on his firm chest and the hair dusting between his legs, and there’s even a student or two who not-to-subtly adjusts his jeans.
Kageyama bites back a smirk. They haven’t even gotten to the good part. How many of these guys will bail just to jerk one out in the bathroom?
With his robe set aside, Hinata hops back on the table and scootches back until he’s sitting in the middle. His legs tangle from the edge, not crossed for modesty but not spread immediately, either. He just sits there and waits for Kageyama to return to his side and move him the way he wants.
It’s kind of a routine at this point, a way to set the baseline for the lesson before he lets Hinata shift through positions at his discretion. But this time…oh, this time he relishes it, lingering on Hinata’s inner thighs and plush chest. Eventually, he decides he’s satisfied with a pose that braces Hinata’s feet at the edge of the table and bends his knees, displaying his pussy while he leans back on his hands. His flushed face and the whole line of his body is visible, but that beautiful cunt is still the focus.
“There,” Kageyama says, voice low enough to get a slight shiver from Hinata. “Since we’ll be focused on just Hinata’s pussy, he won’t be changing poses as often, except for his own comfort.” He meets Hinata’s eye and waits for a reassuring nod before stepping away from between his spread legs and fully unveiling the star of today’s lesson.
There’s a muffled groan from somewhere in the class, and Kageyama’s dick twitches in sympathy. The class has seen glimpses of Hinata’s vulva before, but this is the first time he’s allowed them to gaze directly at the beautiful thing, with every fold and hole on display. There’s a moment of silence as everyone just stares between Hinata’s legs, hands completely still on their sketchpads. Kageyama has to loudly clear his throat before anyone actually starts sketching.
It doesn’t take long for them to fall into the usual rhythm of glancing at Hinata and sketching his likeness. Everyone still sports flushed cheeks or ears or throats, but they are otherwise completely focused on their work.
Hinata, on the other hand, wears a flush that seeps down his throat and to his chest as the students sketch. His eyes become lidded, and Kageyama notices the twitch in his thighs right as he bites his lip.
Kageyama thins his lips against a smirk. Hinata’s always been an exhibitionist, but this is the closest he’s ever gotten to indulging the kink. Sure, it’s technically his job, but there’s a sensuality to showing off his pussy that’s only exacerbated by the erections still straining against jeans throughout the class. He can’t see Hinata’s cunt from where he’s standing off to the side, and it kills him to know it must slowly be getting wet, flushed, and plump away from his eyes.
It’s fine. He can still hold on to a shred of professionalism, especially in front of his students. It’s probably for the best that he can’t see Hinata’s pussy. There’s no way he’d be able to resist keeping his hands off if he saw that gorgeous hole leaking and making a mess.
“Sensei?”
Kageyama snaps his gaze away from Shouyou’s thigh to see a student raising a hand, looking strangely nervous. “Yes?”
“Um…Hinata-san’s, uh…body is…it’s changing.”
Kageyama’s stomach jolts. “Meaning?”
He knows exactly what the student means. He just wants to watch him squirm a bit. “Meaning…he’s getting turned on. Should we sketch it the way it looks now, or how it looked earlier?”
Kageyama finally allows himself a grin. “Are you asking if you should draw it aroused or unaroused?” The student’s cheeks flare up with a bright blush, but he nods. “That’s up to you. Part of drawing from life is capturing your subject when it’s in motion or changing.” He steps onto the platform and finally faces Hinata, clenching his jaw against a groan when all his suspicions are proven true.
Hinata’s cunt is always breath-taking, but it’s especially stunning like this: wet and flushed with his clit peeking from its hood and his hole fluttering around nothing. Kageyama wants nothing more than to sink to his knees and eat him out, or pull his cock out and fuck that quivering hole open.
Instead, he steps behind Hinata, letting him lean against his chest while Kageyama’s hands reach between his legs. Fuck, he’s so wet, his fingers nearly slip on his lips when he spreads them open. “The beauty of drawing from life, especially people, comes from the little changes. Even models holding perfectly still will have chests rising and falling with their breaths.”
He slides one finger between Hinata’s folds, dipping into his brimming slick and slowly rubbing it into his clit. Hinata’s chest stutters as he bites back a moan, but Kageyama still catches the tiny, strangled sound. “You’re all familiar with Hinata and his modeling. You know he’s a professional who usually doesn’t get aroused.” He starts tapping on Hinata’s clit, just to feel him jolt with every touch. “You’re very lucky. Not every pussy responds this well to an audience.” Under several of the easels, he can see hands gripping at tented pants, complementing the sound of heavy breathing that is starting to spread through the class.
He leaves Hinata’s trembling clit to brush the very edge of his hole, just enough to gather more slick and start painting it onto every fold so that his whole cunt shines. “When you have a subject that changes this much, you have some choices to make. When Hinata first sat up here, he wasn’t aroused. Do you draw it the way it looked then? Or do you draw it the way it is now, when it’s wet and flushed like this? Look at his clit.” He gently tugs up, just enough to pull back the hood a little. “Look how swollen it is compared to before. Watch how it changes when I do this again.”
He begins rubbing again, a little faster, a little harder, just the way Hinata likes it. He hooks his chin over Hinata’s shoulder so he can see his clit, watch the way it flushes even darker under his finger. He could make Hinata come like this, without sinking so much as a knuckle into his cunt. Shit, he can already see the familiar way his thighs tense when he’s approaching orgasm, and it takes everything in Kageyama to pull his finger away before Hinata can finish. It’s worth it, though, for the choked, pained whimper that escapes him.
“Look at it now,” Kageyama continues, voice somehow steady, as if he’s displaying a pretty vase and not playing with his model’s pussy in front of his class. “See how much deeper its flush is? See how it’s swollen enough to be visible from its hood? Is this how you’ll draw it?” Hinata’s chest is red and heaving and absolutely stunning, but he holds still and keeps quiet, not begging Kageyama to finish him off the way he would in the bedroom. Kageyama will have to reward him later.
Or maybe he can give him a treat right here.
“It’s about time for a new pose,” Kageyama hums. “I don’t want you all to get bored. How about this?” He begins to sink two fingers into Hinata, clenching his jaw against a groan at the delicious wet squeeze.
Maybe he didn’t need to muffle himself. Any noises he could make would be drowned out by Hinata’s surprised moan. The model slaps his hand over his mouth, but his whimpers are still the slightest bit audible. “There you go, hold that pose,” he purrs to Hinata, just loud enough for the class to hear. “Everyone, look at how his hole stretches around my fingers. Penetration changes his whole vulva; make sure you capture that in your sketches.”
He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of Hinata, keeping his hand at an awkward angle to block as little of his pussy as possible from the class’s eyes. He can’t rub at Hinata’s g-spot like this, but that just means he can slowly string Hinata back up without pushing him into an orgasm too quickly. Then, just to be a little mean, he asks the class, “Does anyone want to describe what his pussy looks like now?”
He’s pleasantly surprised by how many hands shoot into the air, and he picks the first one he sees. “Everything is really swollen and flushed. It kind of looks like it hurts? But he’s really, really wet, he’s almost making a puddle on the table, so I guess it doesn’t hurt that much.”
Strained laughter filters through the class as Kageyama smirks and nods. “Very good. Thank you.”
He doesn’t need to look at Hinata’s pussy to know how wet it is. He can hear it squelch around his fingers and feel his slick dribble out, almost splashing onto his hand with every thrust. But as the student describes what he sees, Hinata’s cunt clenches and leaks all over his fingers. “Did that turn you on even more?” he whispers into Hinata’s ear. “You like hearing someone tell you how wet you are?”
Hinata bites his lip so hard, it turns white around his teeth, but he doesn’t respond to Kageyama’s question. Yeah, he’s really earned a reward. Kageyama can’t remember the last time he saw so much self-control from Hinata.
“I think it’s time for our next pose. Who wants to see what this vulva looks like when it orgasms?” It’s incredible how shameless a pretty pussy will make a whole room of students. Kageyama’s never seen the entire class raise their hands so quickly. “Well, Hinata? What do you say?”
“Please.”
Fuck, that wasn’t the response Kageyama expected. It’s so much better. That one breathless word wipes away any considerations for his students’ view that Kageyama might have had. Now he curls his fingers into Hinata as he fucks in as deep and fast as he can. And oh, the noises he makes. The splashing and squelching fills the whole fucking room, perfectly complemented by his muffled moans. “Lower your hand,” Kageyama growls. “Let us hear. We’re already listening to your pussy.”
Hinata whines but obeys, moving his hand from his mouth to comb his fingers into Kageyama’s hair and holding him close. With his hand out of the way, Hinata fucking sings for the room, groaning and whining with every breath and every noisy thrust. Kageyama nearly forgets where they are, swallowing hard against the dirty talk that he’s so used to grunting. Hinata’s just so wet, fuck, he must be making a mess of Kageyama’s table, and for a delirious moment, Kageyama mourns all the sweet ambrosia that could be coating his tongue.
He settles for a lick at his sweaty throat and hisses, “You’re getting so tight. Are you gonna cum? Gonna cum in front of my whole class? Huh?”
Every reminder of their audience makes Hinata squeeze and gush around Kageyama’s fingers, but this time he moans, “Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna— Yama, please— I’m gonna—”
“Do it.” He presses his lips to Hinata’s ear. “You pretty slut.”
Hinata wails as he squirts onto Kageyama’s hand and table, squeezing tight like his pussy is begging to be milked. It feels like he cums forever, gushing and leaking until it’s dripping onto the floor, and his cries are echoed by muffled moans around the room. Another puddle has formed on the platform by the time Hinata’s grinding hips fall still and his moans turn into weak whimpers. Only then does Kageyama pull his fingers out of him, leaving his pussy with a gentle pat on his lips. “There you go,” he tells his students, “your final pose.”
He steps away from the table, leaving Hinata to sag onto his elbows without the support of his body. Every student is sketching with one hand and gripping either their trapped erections or their thighs with the other. A wicked grin curls Kageyama’s lips—those poor bastards, having to sit there and stare at Hinata’s gorgeous cunt without getting to touch or taste it. They can enjoy the view just this once, but they’ll never get to sink their stifled cocks into his perfect, wet squeeze. They can only watch as Hinata creams around Kageyama’s fingers, can only imagine the way Kageyama will fuck him after they’ve all left.
The end of class has never felt slower. Kageyama’s cock is straining at his jeans, so full and erect that he almost expects it to burst through the seams. But he can only stand there and wait as his students finally pack up and trickle out of the room. Some of them try to hide their hard-ons behind their bags. Others are hiding dark stains that slowly spread over their crotches.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind the last student, Kageyama springs into action. He grabs a clean towel and steps between Hinata’s sprawled legs, gently patting his thighs and pussy dry and cleaning the table. Hinata shivers at the soft material brushing his puffy folds, but he doesn’t move, not until Kageyama stands at his head. “You okay?” he asks, stroking his clean fingers through Hinata’s hair.
Hinata hums and nods, lashes fluttering at the soothing touch. “Was I good?”
“You were perfect.” Kageyama bends down and presses a kiss to Hinata’s parted lips. “They all wanted you so bad, Shou. Some of them came in their pants.”
Hinata giggles into Kageyama’s kiss. “What about you?” he purrs, raising a hand to cup the bulge straining at Kageyama’s pants. “You didn’t cum?”
“No. I wanted to cum inside you.” He slides his hand down Hinata’s perfect body and dips his fingers between his folds. “Can I? You’re still so wet, I’d slide right in.”
Hinata keens, and the sound goes straight to Kageyama’s dick. He must still be sensitive, especially with his clit still swollen and perked up. But when Kageyama carefully rubs the little bundle of nerves, Hinata’s hips tilt up into his touch. “...Okay,” Hinata sighs, letting his legs fall open even wider.
With a curse, Kageyama returns to Hinata’s spread legs, roughly shoving his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to bob out of its confines. Hinata is still a weak, melted mess, and it’s so easy for Kageyama to grab his hips and pull him to the edge of the table. His cock smacks up against his puffy folds, pulling surprised groans from both of them.
“There you go,” Kageyama hisses as he slowly sinks in. A low moan shudders out of Hinata’s throat as his legs weakly hook around Kageyama’s hips. Kageyama can’t tell if he’s trying to pull him closer or failing to close his legs against the intrusion.
He gets his answer when he tentatively thrusts: soft moans float off of Hinata’s tongue with every breath and his legs tighten, weakly tugging Kageyama closer. “Good, Shou?”
“M-More…”
“Yes, sir.” With that, Kageyama speeds his thrusts, filling the room anew with the sound of Hinata gushing around him. Except now he’s leaking around Kageyama’s cock, making a mess out of Kageyama’s jeans, and he feels divine. Kageyama’s pretty certain heaven is a place on earth and it’s right here, between Hinata’s gorgeous tanned, toned legs and brimming with his arousal.
One day Kageyama will convince Hinata to cockwarm him for a whole day. Hinata will spend the day naked and perched on Kageyama’s cock, surrounding him with sweet, slick warmth, and Kageyama will carry him around his whole apartment, occasionally resting him on a countertop or spreading him out for a quick fuck.
But for now, he’s happy to follow the pull of Hinata’s hands on his shoulders, bending over his model, his lover, for a kiss. His cheeks are glowing with a pretty flush, his hair is messy and sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his eyes can barely focus on Kageyama while his lips pull into a delirious smile. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Kageyama breathes.
“I modeled for you this—ah—whole year and you’re just—nnh!— now noticing?”
“Shut up, dumbass, you know what I meant.”
Hinata flashes an impish grin before he pulls Kageyama into another kiss. The table is creaking with the force of Kageyama’s fucking, but it still just barely matches the volume of Hinata’s squishy pussy and his slutty moans. Kageyama lets his own gasps and groans mingle with Hinata’s voice—who cares if people hear them? He’s almost certain his students are lingering by the door, listening to their TA fuck their model. He just fingered Hinata into squirting in front of the whole class. If they’re still horny enough to listen in on their fucking, well…Kageyama can’t blame them.
“Fuck, Shou, so fucking tight, shit—”
“So crude,” Hinata playfully tuts, only to break into another moan as Kageyama drills into his g-spot.
“Seriously, how do you still feel so good?”
Hinata arches into Kageyama’s thrusts and brushes his lips against his ear. “You made me like this. You fucked your shape into me.” He curls his tongue around his earlobe. “Now my pussy’s just for you.”
“Fuck.” Kageyama’s hips stutter as he spills inside Hinata. He keeps grinding into his g-spot, but when that doesn’t quite get him over the edge, he fits a hand between their bodies and rubs his clit.
“Oh, oh, god!”
“Cum for me, Shouyou, come on.”
“Yeah, yeah—!” Hinata’s voice breaks as a shuddering orgasm wracks through his body. His cunt squeezes so tightly around Kageyama, it almost hurts, but pulling out of the tight squeeze is unthinkable. He only pulls away when Hinata’s limbs go limp around him, hissing when his flagging erection slips out of Hinata. Then he sees his pussy, and he groans instead.
There it is, all puffy and flushed and drenched with two orgasms, and now dripping with Kageyama’s cum. “Fuck, Shou…”
“Mmh?”
“Wanna eat you out so bad.”
Hinata’s eyes flutter open to pin Kageyama under a disbelieving stare. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“I don’t want to keep lying on this table, my back’s starting to hurt.”
“That’s alright.” Kageyama grins at Hinata’s suspicious frown. “I can be the one laying down.”
Hinata blinks at him, uncomprehending, before a scoff escapes him. “You want me to sit on your face in the middle of your classroom?”
“You don’t get to pull that shit after you squirted in front of the whole class.”
“You fingered me!”
“And you begged me to make you cum.” Hinata’s pink cheeks deepen into a pretty red. Kageyama grins. “Remember all those eyes on your pussy? Drawing every detail? Now they all have pages covered in sketches of your wet cunt.”
With every word, Hinata’s flush travels down his body and his chest rises and falls on quick breaths. Kageyama doesn’t need to look at his pussy to know he’s turned on. He can read it in his bitten lip and pebbled nipples. “How many of them are gonna jerk off staring at those sketches and remembering how you moaned and fucked yourself on my fingers? I could’ve made them do anything for the chance to touch your pussy.”
A soft, helpless moan of defeat slips out of Hinata. “God, Yama, are you trying to make me cum by talking?”
“I dunno. Maybe I really want my mouth to make you cum.” Kageyama’s smirk sharpens. “You can decide how.”
“Ugh, fine!” Hinata suddenly flips their positions, pushing Kageyama to the table and straddling his hips. Kageyama has no idea where that strength came from—it’s hard to think about anything but the drop of cum and slick dripping from Hinata’s cunt to his half-hard dick. “I’ll sit on your face.”
A smile—a real, true, joyful smile—bursts across Kageyama’s face, earning him rolled eyes and a fond grin. Then that messy cunt rises over his face and takes all of his attention, that stubborn drop hanging mere inches away from his mouth. He licks his lips and grabs Hinata’s hips, easing that pussy down, closer and closer.
“Thank you for the meal.”