Mathew was grading some papers. As usual cursing the Dean and the students who wrote shít.

"Fùck." he moaned when the vibrations inside him increased. Making the chair he was sitting shake and unable to let his hand stay still on the paper.

His naked body shivering from the cold air inside the room. His shaky legs faltered from footrest and landed on the floor with a thud.

Hoping to stop those increasing vibrations, he pushed out. Thinking the dildo would slip out or something. Instead lube inside him leaked out. Traveling via inside of his cheek and landing on the chair. He wanted the stuff inside him to be more sticky, white and belonging to certain someone.

Clutching the pen in his hand tightly, Mathew tried to concentrate on grading. Brought his left hand to an angry hard member and clutched it tight to stop from leaking. His tip is already wet from getting excited too much. He wanted mercy. Either want the torture to be stopped or want pleasure to replace it.

Since his plan of pushing it out didn't work, he tried the opposite. Clenched his hole tightly, sucking it in, trying to restrict it's movements. He get to know that was not the move, when it directly hit his prostrate. The dildo, vibrating directly on the spot.

"Fùuuck." he moaned loud.

He slowly released the tight hold on his shaft and stroked it. First at low pace, gradually increasing it. He now was in sync with the fast moving thing inside him. The strokes getting short and fast. The vibrations inside him got inhumanly fast. Not being able to keep up anymore, he found the rhythm he like.

Ryan's attention has been on his Sir from the first moan. He just got out of the online classes he was taking. He can not see his husband's whole body. Only his ass, from the gap in between backrest and seat. He watched as the cheeks he likes to squeeze often jiggled and bounced. From the way they are bouncing now, he can tell he was close. He increased the speed of green dildo which his husband likes very much on the remote in his hand. Aiding him to be naughty and be responsible for the consequences after.

Chair creaked as Mathew started to bounce up and down as if he was riding his husband and not some plastic. His hand movements got sloppy, he finally came spilling all over his thighs and the study table. Fortunately, the answer papers were safe.

Mathew didn't look back during the whole process. When he looked back and made a direct eye contact with him, Ryan knew he's been doing this to tease him and of course to get himself in trouble. Now, all he has to do is bring on the trouble he wanted badly. He walked slowly, giving plenty of time to let his other half's mind come up with things.

Mathew's eyes followed his husband's every movement. His hair slightly disheveled, torso naked, nipples hard and his sweats forming a tent. Little wet spot on his grey sweats showing that's the only thing blocking him from his treats.

"Now who's going to clean this mess?" Ryan asked the person who ruined chair and study table. Lips ghosting on his shoulder. He watched as a shiver went down Mathew's spine. That was sexy as hell.

Swirling the chair to face him, he knelt in front of Mathew. Ryan started from knees. Letting his pink tongue out of his nude lips, he licked. Watching his husband's eyes dilute at the action.

"Students have to write an essay reflecting on their bad behavior. How does teachers get punished for their bad behavior?" he questioned. He swiped the white residue with his tongue in one lick. From Mathew's knee to hip joint. Feeling satisfied with that leg, he moved to other. His hands grabbing the man's waist. Stopping from squirming. Looking into those blue pools while making circles on his thigh with the tip of his tongue, Ryan asked again "Tell me Sir. What's the punishment?"

Mathew didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. Watching that pretty pink tongue covered in his cum and watching his Mary's Adam's apple bob every time he swallowed, knowing that his juices are sliding down Ryan's throat made him turned on even more. He wanted the man knelt before him to hurry up and clean the source of this mess. Grasping Ryan's black hair, Mathew directed the younger man's head to his rapidly growing erection.

Ryan knew where the man was guiding him to. He let him do that until his Sir can feel his breathe blowing on the tip. Like a shock wave, it traveled from Mathew's tip to his toes. As he refused to go any further, he replied with "Whatever you see fit."

Ryan bit his lip, his eyes looking up as if he was thinking. 'Shit. That's sexy.' Mathew thought. And moved forward his díck poking Ryan's lips, knocking in it's own way for the heaven doors to open.

"You're a naughty teacher, Sir. Why don't you do the same? Reflecting on bad behavior I mean. Instead of writing, say what you have done wrong." Ryan licked the underside. Mathew moaned low in his throat, gripping his husband's hair tightly.

"I'm expecting a reply Sir." he nipped where his shaft and balls met, then licked it to soothe the burn.

"Fuck." Mathew couldn't form a coherent sentence. He didn't know how his former student, an ever learning student in the art of sèx, is learning new tricks. Surely, he didn't teach him that.

"Sir." he commanded in a voice that made his lips work on it's own.

"Sorry for ruining the table." he was surprised he made a sentence.

"And?" Ryan insisted further.

Taking back some of the control that he totally lost from the moment Ryan stood up, he talked. If Ryan was expecting him to shy away he surely got a surprise of his life.

"For ruining the chair." he challenged the younger man with his eyes "For coming all over my thighs and enjoying you clean it with your tongue." he moaned as Ryan did exactly that again.

"For enjoying you, watching me jack off. For being bad and not listening to you."

Ryan almost forgot his Sir doesn't get embarrassed and the fact that he doesn't have a filter. As a praise for doing what was told, Ryan wrapped his lips around the tip and breathed in.

"Uhh... For wanting you to fuck me against our window. Wanting to know if your hard pounding will ruin my asshole" his hole clenched subconsciously around the still vibrator at the thought "or the glass."

"Having wet dreams about bending you over my table and fucking you senseless." his díck twitched inside Ryan's mouth.

Ryan sucked, taking him fully in and felt his throat constrict around the tip. He got lessons from the best teacher. Of course his implementations would be good and his gag reflex is practically non existent at this point. Swirled his tongue on the tip, when it was the only thing that's inside his mouth. Leaving it unattended, "I don't know about you bending me over your table but I can help you with finding out which is stronger."

Just as he said that, he lifted Mathew from the chair and pushed him against the window glass. "Can you stand?" Ryan asked as he felt Mathew's legs giving out. He was being tortured for about two hours with that thing inside him.

Mathew shook his head, if Ryan wasn't holding him, he would've been on the floor. He was pushed flat against the wall. Felt a hand travel along his back side and spread his cheeks. "Pull it out." Ryan ordered as his other hand was busy in holding his Sir still.

With his right hand, Mathew pulled, his other ass cheek which Ryan wasn't holding, away from his asshole. Letting Ryan's eyes devour his hole which was stuffed and ready for the taking. His left hand held the base of dildo and pulled out slowly at snail's speed. After pulling a good amount, he pushed it back inside moaning loud when it hit his spot. Teasing and daring his Mary to do his worst.

"Fuck! If you don't pull out, I'm going to push in and pound." to make his threat more believable, he pushed his thick tip beside the toy. "Your teasing only gets your asshole ruined."

Mathew pushed back wanting it to be inside him. "It fucking turns me on when you curse." Mary rarely curses and when he did, it makes his díck weep.

"Will you fucking pull it out or not?"

"Fine." he gave in and pulled the thing all the way out. It landed with a thud.

Just as he was empty, Ryan filled him in. Going in slow and watching himself disappear in his favorite person. Hit the spot head on. "Fuck." Mathew cursed "You're so good." when Ryan pulled all the way out and pushed back in, his hand went to glass window trying to balance himself. "Feels so goooood." he moaned again.

"Are you ready Sir?" Ryan asked as he wants to dive right into the main course.

"Fucking yes." he wants no mercy. To his joy, Ryan didn't show it either.

Ryan pounded, knowing his Sir likes it rough. His thick shaft going in and out of the hole he spent an hour preparing just for this. Hooking an arm around the vulnerable man's waist, he let his hips do the work. Feeling the tight walls grew even tighter by every thrust. His other hand gripping a cheek tightly and feeling smooth flesh. He laid his head in the crook of Mathew's neck sucking on his neck. Making sure to leave his mark.

Mathew tilted his head to opposite side giving more access. With his two palms on the glass, he started to thrust back. Helping his husband in fucking him. "Oh fuck." he moaned.

Ryan instantly felt the difference. It's not his usual tone. "Sir, what is it?" he slowed down his pace but didn't stop "Are you in pain? Should I stop?"

"No. Fuck no." he quickly answered. Thrusted back hard, getting his husband back to his fast pace. "There's" "uhh there Mary" "someone" "faster" "watching us." he completed between moans.

Ryan's hand immediately went from squishing an ass-cheek to his husband's front hiding the part only he is allowed to see and picked up his pace. Even though entire thing didn't fit in one hand he tried his best.

"Mary, if you do that, I won't last." he warned. Looked at the man watching them from opposite window. He must be gay as he was watching them with lust filled eyes.

"Then do it." skin slapping sound has been increased. "We can take this to bed." Ryan stroked flesh in his hand in sync with his trusts.

Which made Mathew reach his happy place. His splash hit the window and painted the glass with white. Ryan soon followed not being able to resist the delicious clenching around him.

When the older man felt the first jet directly hit his prostrate, he moaned loud "Ry..." his next words were swallowed by the younger man's hungry lips. His lips will sure be bruised.

"Can we continue this tomorrow?" Mathew asked breathing hard after their kiss "We both need some sleep." Ryan frowned, he is not tired yet. He could use some sleep as their past weeks were filled with running to work and stressing out. They didn't get any time to relax or do anything. That's the reason he wants to make the most out of this weekend staying in and making love every moment. Hell, they didn't even get started.

"It's been weeks since we had sex." they did other stuff though when they had little time "My hole went back to it's virginal status. I need some time to heal." he paused "Tomorrow you can do whatever you want. I won't object." he looked up into his eyes.

"So you're declaring defeat over the window?" Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"No. It can't feel pain like me." laid his head on Ryan's broad chest tired "There was never comparison." he felt like he was being lulled by the deep chuckle that rumbled through his husband's chest. "Take me to bed husband of mine." he said hugging him closer. And looked up narrowing his eyes "And if take me with out my permission, I will sue you." only got another chuckle making him drift off in to sleep without even making it to bed.