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Izzy's almost finishing his book. He's so proud of himself, he reckons as he checks one more time that there's only ten pages left.
Three days it took him. 460 pages in only three days, he's excited to hand it back...
He's enjoying the silence of the room and the warm weather, finally not too fucking hot he needs to wear lighter clothes and his joggers are alright along an old band t-shirt and obviously, the binder underneath. Izzy feels comfortable today and although he tries to calm himself down, he accepts he's really looking to finish the book and talking about it.
Izzy has an ankle up on his other knee, bouncing his naked foot while he reads.
This calm is quickly shattered, however, when their roommates on campus storm into the room being loud and noisy.
Jack immediately scoffs at Izzy when he sees him reading, but slumps down on his own bed with a big grunt. Edward on the other hand, actually... Actually offers him a nod and a grin, before following Jack's move and just letting himself down on his bed.
The room isn't big enough, he thinks as he ignores the sudden heat on his cheeks, but he can smell the cheap beers from his bed and he can only imagine where Jack has taken Ed tonight.
It's fucking wednesday, he doesn't say.
Izzy doesn't speak either. He is definitely not upset that the pair of them went out without inviting him, he is not. It's the smell, he agrees on his head, and considers maybe going to the library but there are only six pages now and it's not fair, isn't it? So Izzy ignores his roommates as they keep chatting about things he doesn't care about. He really doesn't.
Two pages left.
Izzy is so deep in this book and the ending that he doesn't actually listen to Ed and Jack laughing and talking, it's his one little special skill... just reading and ignoring the outside word... Except his mind can't ignore a moan when he hears one... especially if it suddenly comes from the bed in front of him; Edward's.
Izzy takes his eyes off the book and meets his roommate's gaze upon him with a big grin on his lips just before licking them with his pink tongue out. Izzy's freezing in his place... what—what did he miss, he wonders just as his eyes follow the movement from Edwards crotch, a hand between his stretched legs on the mattress, he's leaning his back against the wall and, fuck. Izzy has a whole vision of Ed's prick.
Then he hears Jack's stupid fucking and goofy laugh and Izzy's face turns to him too. He's with his hand inside his fucking shorts and clearly moving it just like Ed is doing it. But there's nothing captivating in Jack as it is in Ed, Izzy thinks when his eyes travel back to Ed's bed.
Jack and Ed have this habit of touching themselves while they talk about fantasies and joke about sex. They don't know shame.
"He isn't a virgin," suddenly Ed says, followed by a giggle that Izzy should not be finding adorable.
"Fuck he is." Jack then waves his other hand at Izzy and he frowns in return. "Look at him!"
But before Izzy can say something for himself, Ed is throwing a square pillow to Jack's face, hitting him right on the spot, but he grabbed it before it fell on the mattress and rutted it on his crotch. That is exactly when Izzy has to swallow.
The book’s almost closed.
"Ew!" Ed laughs but offers Izzy another nod. "Leave him alone, you dick!"
Izzy doesn't understand what the fuck is happening as he blinks at his roommates. He wants to defend himself because fuck off, a virgin he certainly is not. But the words aren't exactly forming in his head when he sees the real size of Jack's prick. That's a fucking monster cock, if he's sees anything in stupid fucking porn, he thinks. The worst part obviously being right now... that he wants to punch Jack in the fucking face but keep him right there laying on his back as he straddles his hips and grabbing his erection lining it up on his hole as he slowly slides down on that beautiful shaft.
"Something you like, princess?"
"Fuck you, you—" Izzy trails off. Not a fucking insult in his head. He embarrassly clears his throat and holds the book tighter in his hands, putting down his other leg on the bed as well in a change of position. He hears them laughing again, only Izzy can feel his dick throbbing in his pants now.
Fuck.
Izzy swallows again and tries focusing on the fucking book. A few pages and he can leave.
He manages to ignore them for a minute or two, at least until a name is called.
"Please," Jack laughs afterwards. "Just imagine that hot voice in your back as he praises you."
"Horny?" Ed drops his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
"So good, Mr. Teach." Izzy's eyes fly to Jack as he manages to perfectly impersonate Mr. Hornigold's deep voice; it sends shivers down through his spine, but fortunately Jack doesn't look at him, his eyes closed as he moves his fist.
Ed hums before opening his eyes and immediately finding Izzy's. He opens more his legs, if that is possible and arches his back, offering Izzy a good look of what he's doing on his dick; his thumb rubbing circles under his gland.
Izzy swallows again and he knows he's staring but he can't help it, can he? Edward is offering it so deliciously his mouth gets wet.
"Fuck," Jack mutters under his breath but doesn't open his eyes. He seems too gone now. "I'd kill to suck Horny off."
"Yeah," Ed agrees. Izzy's staring now. "On my knees, under the desk." He says after smirking at Izzy one more time before turning his face to Jack.
"Man, he surely has this old and antique kind of office that looks like a fucking old ship."
They both giggle.
Izzy can't keep doing it, he thinks after hearing them talking about their teacher, so he decides to ignore Edward's sweet and confusing look, raising the book to his face and he's decided to finish it in the next minutes before his roommates finish.
He does.
He thinks when he finishes the book, closes it and puts it down on his chest.
Jack and Edward are definitely almost there because neither of them is speaking anymore, only moanings and groans are around Izzy's ear right now and he's going to get fucking crazy, he thinks as he tries to remember the ending of the book he has just read.
Fuck.
His breathing hutches as he sees the beauty of Edward Teach, he wishes his eyes would open and look at him as he comes but Izzy feels sick now. He shouldn't be thinking like that again.
He's not sure about what happens between them but he knows he shouldn't continue with it either, he's only going to get hurt, he decides again just as he swings his legs over the edge of his bed and, planting his feet firmly on the cold floor before putting on that cheap and comfortable sandals he refuses to throw out.
Izzy doesn't speak as his hands hold the book even tighter against his chest, and storms out of the room, closing in behind him. It's only when he's far enough of Ed and Jack that he notices the sticky problem between his legs.
He feels it and knows that it is there and that the throbbing is so strong that he has little choice but to avoid it. Every step and even every breath is a reminder of what it's like down there every time the lips brush and send a sweet shudder through his body. Izzy knows where his feet are taking him, but he's also scared and he once again considers his options; maybe run to the nearest bathroom and reach into his trousers to get it over with as quickly as possible... or do what his body and mind really want.
It's not so complicated when it's on like this, is it?
Izzy clutches the novel tightly to his chest and decides to ignore the wetness in his boxers as he walks around the university.
Izzy passes around the large teachers' office and stealthily, but with direct feet, walks to the only door that interests him.
He stops in front of it, the cursive name decorating the door sending a desperate urge to tear it from its place and take it with him, but Izzy holds it in when, after taking five deep breaths, he gives three small knocks.
"Yes?" Immediately comes the voice from behind and Izzy has to swallow a big lump down his throat to find his voice as he pushes the door open.
"Sir," Izzy offers him a nod.
Ben Hornigold is sitting on his desk chair, something big and dark as Izzy has seen more in gamers' magazines rather than pirate ships as Jack wanted to imagine. In fact, Ben's office couldn't get any further than that. If Izzy has to describe it, it will be Grey. Everything is meticulously put in place, Izzy realised the second time he entered here. He hasn't exactly counted them, but it's been a few times now, and he knows not all of his classmates get this distinction either way.
Izzy's feet stop him in front of the desk, a grey and classic thing. Izzy has time to watch and observe this desk during his time here, he thinks, pushing down the thought behind the reason for that.
Izzy can tell Ben has his short legs crossed by the ankles, his reading glasses on and a book on both of his hands as he's leaning back on his big and comfortable chair. He slightly lowers down his head and gives Izzy a look upon the thin frame.
"To what do I owe the honour, Mr...?" Professor Hornigold raises an eyebrow and Izzy feels his knees getting weaker. But then frowns when he realises what he's just heard.
"Hands, sir."
"Hands, right." Ben offers Izzy a smile but Izzy isn't sure about what's happening right now to be fair. But Ben marks his big book and puts it down on the desk, which everything looks surgically well put in place.
"I—" Izzy clears his throat and looks down at his hands for a second, where the book is. The one thing that has kept him company for the last few days as he ignores his roommates. But this is best, he thinks... It is, isn't it? "I finished the novel you gave me, sir."
Ben raises both eyebrows and Izzy allows himself to indulge and stare at the wrinkles in his forehead for a second, the way they could go so high they would disappear into his thin and white hair entrance.
Izzy doesn't wait any longer until he hands the book in front of him. Ben barely moves but accepts it with one hand. Izzy expects a brush of their hands that doesn't come and tries not to look too disappointed about it.
There's this long pause where Hornigold studies the book with a blank expression on his face, eyeing it and Izzy knows he's left a couple of receipts from when he was at the cafeteria.
On the other side, Izzy can't help but look at any corner of the desk as if he could just position himself right there and thrust his hips against the surface until he fucking comes screaming his teacher's name.
"I can't say I'm not surprised," Ben pulls him out of his hot mind and Izzy immediately expands his chest in pride. "It actually took you longer than I expected."
And then Izzy is immediately deflated by it, as if everything he has expected to hear has been said to someone else and in front of him. But Izzy is a tough man so he nods and though his eyes burn and threatens to wet his face, he tries to focus on his crotch again. Ben had told him something, he hoped he would follow through even though Izzy didn't deserve it right now. He did once, didn't he? He keeps that in mind as Ben finally stands up behind the desk.
"Was there anything else you needed, Mr. Hands?" Ben asks. Izzy joins his hands in front of him, the nail on his thumb clipping on his other thumb, nervous of his own voice as he thinks. "Maybe another book?" Ben helps then raise his eyebrows, so Izzy nods enthusiastically at him.
Izzy's fingers keep fidgeting as if they've found a mind of their own, but Ben doesn't see them as he turns to give him his back, looking through his library.
Everything about Ben is sophisticated and deliberate, from the sharp cut of his suit to the way he speaks with quiet authority, Izzy feels jelly just from looking at him, his dick twitching at any dirty thought. Izzy needs to speak up soon or he's going to explode.
Ben turns to face him again, fixing his white shirt inside his grey trousers after having to lift one arm to find the book he has now in hands.
"Same author," he tells him as his long finger follows the line of the spine of the book and Izzy's thinking too many things right now; things that might not happen but wouldn't it be great? He mentally sighs looking at those big hands. "This should be easier for you," he says, dropping the book onto the desk in front of Izzy. "I wouldn’t want you to overdo it, after all."
Izzy's cheeks flush when he hears the little thud so he keeps his eyes on the book with a small and shy smile stuck to his lips, refusing to meet Ben's eyes. One of his hands moves and grabs the book, sliding it to himself but stopping on the edge of the desk.
"I'll be fine," he says through gritted teeth, the quiet frustration in his tone betraying him despite his best efforts to sound unaffected by the disappointment in Ben's attitude.
Izzy's so stupid, he needs to start reading quicker and faster.
There are more times than not where Edward is the one distracting him, asking him to go out, aking him to stay in, to touch eachother and kiss, or even taking fucking naps on occasions. All these confusing times with Edward when he could've been reading more to impress Mr. Hornigold, who at least makes Izzy feel better than Ed's strange signals.
"Thank you, sir," Izzy manages to say, bringing the book to himself, fiddling with the corner of the hard cover.
"Is that it?" Ben asks and Izzy's shoulders almost relax when he hears the double intention in his voice. He's not crazy. He is not.
"I—" Izzy finally raises his head but only to turn it softly, trying to look over his shoulder and check if the door is still closed. It is. "I—I remembered something you said." When he's facing Ben again, he feels so small under the cold gaze of his teacher, but there's something Izzy can't help but feel attracted to about it.
"Is that so?" Ben replies with a raised eyebrow. "I’m listening, Israel. Carry on."
"You told me how my body feels on fire," Izzy mutters, his finger flipping the corner of the book another time as he keeps his eyes down, his heart racing against his ears. "You told me you liked how slick I get when I told you sometimes I think of you... sir." Izzy swallows but looks up at Ben, who's face is unremarkably flushed which makes Izzy feel proud. "You told me, sir, to come here next time I felt my insides burn, next time I was so wet it was uncomfortable to walk on the hallways. Sir."
"Israel." Ben says softly, looking him up from the frames of his glasses but he is wearing a new smile this time, new even from everything they've done so far. Izzy's used to doing whatever Professor Hornigold says, isn't it? He wanted to try and face him with how he's feeling and for the fire in his chest only, Izzy's not regretting it. "You drink brandy?" Ben asks as a matter of fact, as if this isn't exactly a question but an affirmation and Izzy could think about how wrong this is but he really can't give a damn when his pussy is throbbing like hell.
"Yes, sir."
Izzy knows there's no need in repeating the position, but he also very well fucking knows Ben is being affected by it. Today it feels like they're playing a different game and honestly, Izzy's liking where this is going.
They've kissed a thousand times since the term started, when Ben invited him to review an essay Izzy knew was better than what he scored, and he was so upset it took only a smirk from Hornigold's lips for Izzy to understand that he wasn't there to review his essay at all.
Kisses were alright. Kisses were perfect, hot and slow and so wet, Izzy had to hide in the bathroom afterwards for a furious wank the first few times they happened.
Then Ben showed Izzy how to touch his prick. And fuck Jack Rackham for thinking he's a virgin, Izzy's slept with enough people in the past, but no one like Ben. Ben knew what he wanted and after the first blowjob, Izzy got tired of the rest of the uni people Jack and Ed kept dragging him to party with. The idea of spending his time reading in the silence of their room and then perhaps picturing Ben's hands all over his body, was so much more appealing than college parties.
Ben never asks what he's going to do with him every time they're alone and Izzy's obsessed with the sudden surprises, the unknown.
They've fucked in the classroom, in a small cubicle of the student's bathroom once Hornigold couldn't stop looking at Izzy eating his meal at lunch... but more often than never they use his office.
Not a pirate ship style, Izzy reckons, but he admires the decorations nevertheless. And Izzy is always welcomed with an unalcoholic free drink, except today... so this is something special, he realises.
Ben looks like the kind of teacher who's listening to some classic instrumental music while he reads but he's always playing any 80s Izzy used to hear on the radio when he was hiding from the family drama — queer 80s music. Ben Hornigold is listening to fucking synths as he stands by Izzy's side with a small glass filled only 1/3.
Izzy raises his hand to receive it but Ben only smiles and shakes his head.
"Open up," he demands softly and what is Izzy supposed to do under the icy gaze if not obeyed?
Izzy blinks at him, looking up at him through the eyelashes as Ben cups Izzy's cheek with one hand, his thumb slightly pushing down his chin to which Izzy obliges, staring at the other man. Ben raises the glass and places the thin rim on his lower lip.
Ben doesn't speak again but they move swiftly as he gives him the rest of the drink.
It burns as it slides down his throat. Of course it fucking does, but it really doesn't matter when Ben removes the glass and puts it down on the desk but without moving the hand cupping Izzy's cheek. The thumb touches his lower lip and this is how Izzy realises some of the liquor has slid down his chin.
Before Izzy has time to think, Ben leans in—not for a kiss, not yet—but to press his lips to Izzy’s chin, where T and creams he's been spending his money on, have made his stubble more than just a faint shadow. The peck is almost careful, restrained even considering everything, but then he does it again, letting his lips part just enough to make it linger.
Izzy exhales softly, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets himself be wanted. His hand finds Ben’s shoulder, then trails down his arm, seeking something solid to hold onto. But Ben doesn’t move closer, doesn’t take what Izzy thinks he will. Instead, his tongue flicks out, slow and unhurried, tracing over the brandy that has dripped down earlier.
Then, just as easily as he leaned in, Ben straightens, regaining his composure. Izzy, however, is left breathless, his body betraying just how much he craves for more.
He opens his eyes and finds Ben pulling away and stepping back to his desk and Izzy thinks he's going to leave him standing there, maybe a fucking edging scene they didn't discuss before? Except Ben only turns down the music before opening one of the desk drawers, fishing out some packages of condoms and the bottle of lube they've been using so far. Izzy exhales in relief.
Condoms and lube lay on the surface of the desk and he looks at Ben as he rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt, showing his hairy forearms, which makes Izzy swallow with desire.
“Hands on desk.” His professor stands behind him now and Izzy obeys without a word. He feels the big and warm hands around his body before they move lower to pull his joggers and underwear down, Izzy lets out a soft gasp at the sudden cold against his skin, but the hands remain flat on the surface.
It feels like eternity when Ben reaches out for a condom, Izzy hears everything from behind and closes his eyes, knowing that he's in safe hands. There's the lube, which Izzy thinks it's not entirely necessary due to the wetness coming from his pussy. But Ben doesn't bring it back and Izzy wonders…
But that's when he feels something cold in his entrance that makes him gasp again. He reckons it must be a finger, which is something they've done before, but it feels slippery. It's not just one finger then, he flinches as he feels something bigger, imagining how many Ben's digits have entered and outed just now. He moans softly. This is marvelous, Izzy doesn't think he can last long.
“Ssh,” Ben mutters and Izzy nods, but his cheeks feel so warm, his body may explode from wanting more. “Be a good lad, Israel,” Ben says, his fingers crooked forward for the perfect amount, making Izzy gasps holding himself strongly to the desk.
“Sir.”
“Keep your mouth shut, boy.”
Izzy whimpers but nods with his eyes tight shut.
They go like this for a few minutes, Izzy feels fire coming from his inside, he isn't sure how much he can take.
He doesn't have to find out as Ben pulls out his fingers, Izzy hears the old man's panting behind him as he closes the distance between them, dropping a kiss on Izzy's neck. He wants to plead for more, for his cock which always makes him feel better, like Izzy is superior in some way, like he's above the rest of the students and he likes that feeling. Ben only fucks him, he only gives him his favourite novels. Izzy is his special student, his good boy.
“You're so good, Israel,” Ben pants against his ear and Izzy nods, his mouth open expecting a kiss that doesn't come. “Your whole body takes me so well.” Izzy nods again. “Need you to relax for me, okay?” This makes Izzy open his eyes and blinks at Ben's beautiful but cold gaze. He looks at his eyes, at his mouth, he's not sure what he is asking for but there's another nod, to which Ben smiles.
Ben pulls himself away and Izzy hears the lube again, spreading it around Izzy's hole. He knows Ben's deliberately avoiding Izzy's cock as he moves his fingers around his lips. He instinctively pushes backward, begging for more, but Ben holds hip by the hip with a tight grip while his other hand gently caresses his crotch.
There's the sudden urge to scream and yell at him to hurry up and fuck him, for god's sake!
Except is not his cock what Izzy feels in his entrance. There are fingers pushing inside again, then coming out for a few more minutes before Ben pulls them away again.
“Relax,” he repeats and Izzy frowns but does his best to obey, relaxing the tense muscles from his shoulders, taking a deep breath.
There are fingers sliding inside him, and Izzy wonders for how long can Hornigold play with him like this. But he feels more fingers are added into him, and they don't stop sliding further as Izzy feels the stretch from his hole, giving up to the digits. They keep driving home and Izzy's eyes widen.
Sir? He doesn't say out loud.
The stretch intensifies, now Izzy can't help the gasp he lets out, in discomfort, some slight pain as well. But that doesn't stop Ben when he finally shoves the bigger part of his hand inside Izzy's pussy with a wet sound that echoes in Izzy's head as he feels the beating of his heart in his ears. He looks at the wall in front of him in shock.
“Relax,” Ben insists now and part of Izzy wants to object, while the other part needs to beg for more.
The fingers inside brush a delicious spot, it makes Izzy's eyes roll to the ceiling, letting out a loud moan in response. He hears Ben chuckling behind him.
It doesn't take long until he gets used to the feeling, until Ben decides it's enough waiting and starts adding what notoriously feels like the thumb. Izzy whimpers but swallows as he feels it opening him up, sliding easily inside of him to join the rest of the hand. Until it's done, he reckons with his insides burning.
Ben pauses the movements for a moment. Izzy feels clearly how his hot and wet pussy has sucked Ben's hand completely to the wrist. He feels so full, he's enjoying this so much that he's scared to admit it to himself now. He wasn't expecting this, Ben never warned him, but god he can't imagine his world without this intense sensation. Izzy's panting when Ben slides his fist in and out of his hole.
“Look at you.”
Izzy licks his lower lip and moans whenever Ben pulls the hand almost completely away.
Yes. God, yes. More, please. Harder. Make it hurt.
Fortunately he doesn't have to ask before Ben adds lube to the hand protected by the condom. It feels smoother this way, he thinks. Well, he doesn't have what to compare this sensation with, but he's glad Ben chose to do it with the condom on.
Ben shoves the fist inside him, closing his fingers as he starts to accelerate the motion.
Izzy's lost, he won't last much but Ben seems not to care as he pushes and pulls away again and again.
His eyes fluttering close, he keeps moaning softly because Ben keeps the grip on his hip tightly and Izzy wants to be a good lad. But he can't keep this speed, he thinks.
It’s slowly, despite the urgency in Ben's moves, the way Izzy's inside turns. There's the familiar slight discomfort in his lower abdomen and his eyes fly open this time. He feels the sudden urge to pee and it makes him clench his own hands in a fist on the desk as he tries to control himself. He is a good lad. He can't embarrass himself this way in front of Professor Hornigold. He needs to tell him to stop but he keeps whimpering instead. Ben moves almost brutally inside and out of him.
Please.
The sound of gushing comes first and leaves him open-mouthed, staring at the wall in front of him just before he feels the warm wetness coming down his thighs, followed by probably the strongest orgasm he's ever felt, his knees buckling. He's shaking, he realises but he can't stop it as he keeps panting for air, his ears ringing. Izzy closes his eyes and finally, finally, Ben pulls his hand away, making him flinch with the now familiar stretch. He moans when he feels Ben's hand brushing slightly his dick now, still in brutal movements until Izzy can't take it anymore. The second orgasm hits him so quick and this time dry, but it doesn't lack intensity, it leaves him gasping for air. Fortunately Ben drops his hand and lets him rest for a moment.
Izzy feels in the clouds, not a thought inside his head, his whole pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing.
He doesn't care when he hears Hornigold arranging himself and lining the tip of his cock against Izzy's stretch hole. He pushes himself in and Izzy likes the way it feels, although he doesn't think Ben's gonna last long from the way he's restraining his own moaning.
It takes a few more ferocious thrusts until he's spent inside the condom, gripping Izzy's hips tightly.
They're both panting in unison.
Izzy can't believe this has just happened to him. The fisting, his stretching and sucking hole, Ben thrusting merciless inside him. Izzy's body did this.
It takes them a moment to recover until Ben finally pulls away from him, clearing his throat.
“Your clothes, Mr. Hands.” Okay, they're back to this, he can deal with it. Izzy wasn't exactly expecting Benjamin to hold him close and comfort him, was he?
Izzy fixes his clothing, feeling both relaxed and tense in some parts of his body at the same time. His crotch certainly feels sore as he moves his trembling members.
Ben seems unbothered when Izzy looks up at him. He's just sitting on his chair, running a hand through his short hair. He barely blinks at Izzy when he speaks. “Go and take a shower, lad. And don't forget the book.”
That's it, Izzy realises with a sharp pain in his chest.
He offers Ben a nod before grabbing the book from the desk.
“Goodnight, sir,” he whispers in a hoarse voice and his professor nods at him, like nothing happened at all.
Izzy's out of the office when he starts panting again, releasing the breathing he didn't notice he was holding before.
He’s probably a mess but he doesn't really care right now. He's the one to blame for pushing Professor Benjamin Hornigold to the edge. Izzy can't stop the echoing of the older man's moaning. His dick twitches and Izzy wants to ignore it but he can't help it when he goes back to their room, avoiding Ed's quizzical look, grabbing his pajamas and hurrying to the showers where he touches himself bringing him to the third orgasm of the night. Izzy can't help it either as he slides two fingers inside him easily, wondering for a flash moment if this is something Edward would be interested in. Izzy shakes the thought out of his head because he's so proud of himself for what he did to Hornigold tonight that he wants to scream.
But he gathers his things afterwards and goes back to the room, where his mates sleep soundly. They don't know what he can do, they don't have the same power as he does over Ben. No one does. Izzy is his special student, his special lad.
He feels so tired when his head hits the pillow, he barely looks at Ed's soft face. He falls asleep with a smirk on his lips.