“It’s not information you’re entitled to,” Dale said, gulping.
“But you’re not going out with anyone.” Greg studied him, his gaze drifting to Dale’s throat again, down his chest, to the bulge in his pants. “I’ve been trying to ask you out.”
Dale opened his mouth, on the verge of saying No means no. Except he wanted to say Yes, wanted to moan it into Greg’s ear, into his mouth, and he could think of a hundred reasons why he shouldn’t.
Greg took a step closer. His shirt stretched snug over his pecs, his jeans hugging his thighs, and there was a hard line at his groin. Dale wanted him inside, wanted Greg’s full lips on him, kissing his breath away.
He ached, and he still didn’t know why the hell Greg was here.
“Why me?” he asked, his breath catching. He regretted the question the moment it left his lips, because Greg could tell him anything now, then fuck him and leave. And never return.
“Because you’re different from the other profs,” Greg said, stepping closer.
Dale backed into the desk, his pants damp. But he couldn’t look away from Greg’s intense gaze.
“Because you don’t care about yourself,” Greg said. “The other profs talk about their research group and their grants and their achievements. You’ve got a ton of them too, but you’ve spent maybe five minutes talking about it all.”
“That’s not much of a reason,” Dale croaked.
Greg took another step forward so his basketball shoes touched Dale’s oxfords, and all Dale could smell was the musk rolling off his skin. “Because you want me. You’ve been looking at me like you’re thirsty, Professor. It’s in your eyes.”
A wave of heat swept through Dale’s face. Was he really different? He tried not to think about himself too much, so he didn’t know. But the one thing he knew was that he wanted Greg, and he hadn’t thought he’d be so painfully obvious. Greg was a student. And twenty years his junior.
When Dale didn’t answer, Greg took a step back, uncertainty flashing through his gaze. “Did I read you wrong? D’you... want me to leave?”
“No,” Dale blurted, his heart squeezing. “I mean. I—I have to grade your assignment. There’s that.”
Greg glanced down at his backpack like he’d just remembered it. He slid it off his shoulder, set it down on the floor. “You want the assignment now?”
No, Dale wanted Greg’s cock now. He couldn’t help looking down at the bulge in Greg’s jeans. It was hard for him, he realized. Greg wanted him. And Dale’s hole quivered in anticipation.
“You’re in heat,” Greg said.
Dale licked his lips. “It’s that obvious, huh?”
And Greg’s gaze coasted down Dale’s body again, hot and slow, like he was stripping Dale in his mind, pulling away his shirt and pants and shoes. Dale had never felt this naked in front of anyone, but him.
“You want my cock,” Greg said, his eyes glinting.
Heat flushed through Dale’s face. “I can’t answer that. I’m your professor.”
And a little smirk tugged on Greg’s lips, the one that made Dale’s stomach flip. “But you know the answer.”
Yes, Dale did.
They stared at each other, inches between them. Greg took a step closer. Then another, and he slid one foot between Dale’s feet, nudged his legs apart with his knee, his breath brushing over Dale’s clavicles. Dale’s slick trickled all the way to his calves.
Greg closed the distance between them, kissing Dale firmly on the lips, his mouth soft. Dale parted for him with a groan, his spine arching, pressing himself closer to Greg, his pants so tight he couldn’t think.
“You triggered my rut,” Greg whispered against his lips. Then he caught Dale’s hips, ground them together, and his cock pressed against the top of Dale’s thigh, a hard line through his pants.
“I—-I did?” Dale gasped, rocking back, wanting to touch this boy, this man. Greg, who had watched him for so long. For years, Dale hadn’t thought he could do anything for an alpha. Somehow, miraculously, he’d affected Greg, yanked a bodily reaction from him, and it was... amazing. Shocking. Dale ground against his cock, needing to see him. See how hard Greg was for him, see the cock he’d been jerking off to. He shouldn’t.
“In class,” Greg said, sliding his hand around Dale’s body, following the dip of his spine down to the small of his back. Then he cupped Dale’s ass, his fingers easing between Dale’s covered cheeks, right where he was damp. “Fuck. You’re so damn wet.”
“I’m older than you,” Dale hissed, rutting at Greg’s cock. “Twenty years.”
“I don’t care about age,” Greg muttered. He pushed his finger against Dale’s entrance, the smooth cotton of Dale’s briefs catching on his skin. Greg wanted to be inside. Dale’s breath punched out of him. “Want you, professor.”
“I’m not doing this with you if you keep calling me Professor,” Dale panted, squirming against the hot wall of Greg’s body. “My name is Dale.”
“Dale,” Greg murmured into his mouth, sliding his tongue in. Dale gasped.
Greg’s tongue slid against his, soft and probing, pushing into Dale’s mouth like he owned him. Dale leaked in his pants, needing more.
They hadn’t even done anything yet. Just kissed sloppily, Greg’s breath puffing hot on Dale’s skin. Greg’s biceps wrapped snug around him, sturdy and strong. For a moment, Dale forgot where he was, who he was. He knew only that he was omega, that he had an alpha hot for him, an alpha who wanted to fuck him through his heat.
His body ached, his slick soaking through his pants. Dale leaned back into his desk, spreading his legs, pushing his hips up. “Greg,” he whispered, touching Greg’s hip hesitantly. Greg didn’t move away. And Dale flattened his hands against Greg’s sides, smoothing down the muscles of his back, squeezing his firm ass. He was so damn young. And he wanted Dale.
Greg slid their cocks together hard, so pleasure shot up Dale’s spine. Dale arched, fingers digging into Greg, his body thrumming. He couldn’t think.
“Need—need you,” Dale gasped, shoving his hips at Greg.
Greg slipped his hand between them, slid it heavily over Dale’s cock, tip to base. It felt better than he’d imagined. Hotter. Heavier.
Greg tugged at Dale’s belt, pulled it open, then undid his pants, sliding his hand straight into Dale’s briefs, finding his cock. Callused fingers circled him, grasped his tip. Dale’s breath snagged in his throat; his hips jerked forward, and he ground into Greg’s hand, his cock straining helplessly. Greg eased his cock out, let it jut up.
“So hard,” Greg whispered, kissing along Dale’s jaw, glancing down. Dale followed his gaze, flushing when he found Greg inspecting his cock, rubbing his thumb over his tip where the foreskin had slid away, leaving his sensitive head exposed. Then Greg ground his finger against his tip, and pleasure seared through Dale’s body. Dale choked, gasping.
“Fuck my hand,” Greg said.
He closed his fist around Dale’s cock, and Dale pushed through the circle of his fingers, his cheeks burning. But he couldn’t stop, when Greg had asked, and Greg’s hand tightened with each thrust, forcing more pleasure through his body. Dale trembled, watching as his ruddy tip pushed past Greg’s fingers, leaving precome smeared over his skin.
This wasn’t what his heats were like. It was a thousand times better, Greg holding him like this, and Dale didn’t want it to end.
Except Greg released him, bringing his hand up. He licked Dale’s precome off his palm, slow, long drags, his eyes locked with Dale’s. Dale flushed, hips rolling, his straining cock neglected.
“Are you ever—are you going to do anything else?” Dale panted, squirming. He wanted to pull open Greg’s pants, but was afraid to. This was still wrong.
Greg smirked. “Do what else? This?”
And he reached down, sliding his spit-slick palm over Dale’s cock, watching as Dale squirmed, fucking up, needing more pressure.
“No,” Dale groaned, grasping the edge of his desk.
“I need—need touch.”
“Where?” Greg reached into Dale’s pants again, easing out his tight balls. “Here?”
He rubbed his thumb over Dale’s balls, squeezing them lightly. Dale felt that pressure all the way in his gut, and his hips jerked up, begging for more.
“You want me to fuck you,” Greg whispered, grasping the tip of Dale’s cock, sliding his foreskin down. Then he held Dale’s cock, squeezing his tip, watching as precome rolled out of that hole at the end, trickling down his side. “Knot inside you.”
Dale trembled, his body throbbing at those words. “I—I can’t answer that.”
“But you want to,” Greg said, his fingers sliding down Dale’s cock, caressing his balls. Then he reached under them, pressing his fingertips right up against Dale’s taint, and then his hole, lightly stroking him. “You want me in here.”
Dale’s face burned. He was a professor. And here he was, his legs open, Greg’s fingers circling around his entrance, an enticing touch. “This will get us in so much trouble, Greg.”
“Not if it stays a secret,” Greg murmured, leaning in, taking Dale’s earlobe into his mouth. Then he sucked, a light pressure that Dale wished were further down, on his cock, sucking up his come. He moaned, bucking his hips, and Greg’s finger sank into him.
“So fucking wet,” Greg said, crooking his finger against Dale’s prostate. Dale gasped, and Greg slid his finger out, holding it between them. It glistened in the fluorescent light of the office. Dale’s face burned. His slick on Greg’s finger. Greg had touched him inside.
And it wasn’t enough.
“You call that touching?” Dale breathed, his fingers clenched around the edge of his desk, trickles of damp sliding down his thighs.
“I call that prepping you,” Greg said, sliding his arm around Dale’s waist. Then he pulled Dale away from the desk, turned him around, and held Dale against his chest, the hard line in his jeans pushing into the small of Dale’s back. “Before you take my cock.”
Dale’s breath rushed out of him. His cock throbbed. He was certain he smelled entirely of musk, but he didn’t know, when all he wanted was Greg’s cock sliding into him. And now that Greg mentioned it, Dale wanted his cock inside, right now.
“Please,” he said, arching his spine, lifting his ass for Greg. His body ached.
Greg growled, squeezed Dale’s ass through his pants. “I’m gonna split you open on my cock,” he said, his breath rustling warm through Dale’s hair. Then he shoved Dale’s pants down to his thighs, bent him over the desk so his ass pushed up in the air, waiting to be penetrated.
Dale groaned, squirming, spreading his legs wider.
“You’re so needy,” Greg whispered.
Past the rush of his breathing, Dale heard the snap of Greg’s pants, the rasp of his zipper. His body quivered, needing to be filled. “Please.”
“Please what?”
And Greg pulled his cock out, let it rest against Dale’s ass, heavy and thick, a heat he couldn’t ignore. Dale whined, pushing up at him, reaching up to guide him in. Greg caught his hand. Trapped it against Dale’s back, and rubbed his cock slowly over Dale’s skin.
“Feel my cock,” he whispered, rocking it between Dale’s cheeks. It pressed between them, a solid length, and Dale whimpered, pushing up at him, his own cock dripping onto the floor.
“You can’t make me wait,” he said, breathless. Greg was thick, and Dale needed him inside.
Greg huffed. He wedged his cock between Dale’s cheeks, dragged it slowly against his hole, so Dale felt every inch of it. Then Greg stepped back, tapping on the back of Dale’s thigh. “Leg up.”
Dale gulped, kicking off one shoe, sliding his leg out of his pants so he could hike it up, leaving his hole exposed.
“Very nice,” Greg said, cupping Dale’s balls, fondling them. Then he stroked up Dale’s cock, pumping it, and Dale groaned, pushing into his hand, trying not to come.
“I need you inside,” he gasped.
Greg chuckled. “Finally,” he said, and released Dale’s cock. Pushed two fingers into Dale’s hole. Dale whimpered, stretching around him, angling his hips up. Gods, this heat had to be his worst. Or his best, with Greg fucking him slow, his fingers sliding all the way to their knuckles, crooking against Dale’s prostate.
His body spasmed with pleasure, and Dale whimpered, his hands leaving sweaty prints on his desk. “Greg, please.”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
And Greg growled, stepping close, the heat of his body pressing into Dale’s thighs. He pulled a foil packet out of his jeans—Dale had clean forgotten about that—and tore it open, rolling a condom over his cock. Dale squirmed, waiting on the desk, reaching down to spread his cheeks.
“Goddamn,” Greg muttered, sliding his blunt tip over Dale’s hole. It rubbed over him, back and forth, not pushing in.
Dale groaned. “Inside, please.”
“Gonna take my knot?”
“Fuck yes,” Dale said, pushing up at him, and Greg pressed his cock against Dale’s hole, slowly, stretching him open.
Then he slid inside, big and thick and hot, and Dale’s thoughts fled his mind. “Greg,” he choked, his body stretching around Greg’s cock.
“Gods,” Greg breathed, sinking all the way in, his balls pressed up against Dale’s ass, and Dale panted against the desk, Greg big inside him. “You’re so damn tight.”
“More,” Dale moaned.
And Greg slid out, shoving back in, building a rhythm that Dale couldn’t ignore, when this alpha had all the control over him, pumping into his ass, driving the breath from his lungs. “Harder!”
“You’re so pushy,” Greg said, fucking viciously, and pleasure hummed through Dale’s body. “Hard enough?”
“No,” Dale said. Greg chuckled. His next stroke slid right against Dale’s prostate, sent a jolt of lightning-hot pleasure down his nerves. And Dale forgot his own name, forgot how to even breathe, when Greg fucked deeper into him, sliding one hand around to hold Dale’s cock, fucking Dale into his own hand. Dale shuddered, gasping for breath, pleasure thrumming through his body.
“Gonna come inside you,” Greg growled in his ear, sliding deliberately into him.
His words yanked at something primal inside Dale, something that made him want, and pleasure crashed through Dale in a blinding flood, made him tense as he spilled, spurt after spurt after spurt, and it never seemed to end, when Greg plowed deep into him, chasing his own release.
Greg’s thrusts turned feverish. His breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening on Dale’s hip.
“Breed me,” Dale whispered over his shoulder.
Greg shuddered, snarling, sliding home into Dale, his cock pulsing. Then he began to knot, leaning back to pull out.
Dale caught his wrist. He didn’t want Greg to leave, not this soon, not when he’d helped ease Dale through his heat. “Stay.”
Greg hesitated. Then he slid back in, so Dale’s hole stretched wide around his knot. Dale moaned, taking him, until Greg’s knot sat inside his body, swelling bigger yet.
It reached its full size, locking them together. Dale gasped, his ass pleasantly filled. It had been a while since he’d let someone knot in him.
But he trusted Greg. When Greg slid his arms around Dale’s chest, Dale knew he’d made the right decision. Or the better of his shitty decisions, when he was still a professor, and his student had knotted inside him.
It had been a very good fuck. When Greg moved, Dale felt his knot shift inside, an intimate touch that... probably shouldn’t have happened.
“Do you regret this?” Greg asked, pressing his nose to Dale’s shoulder, breathing him in.
Dale relaxed. The release had made him calm and sleepy. He should be feeling tense, or regretting this, but all he wanted was to lean into Greg, cuddle against him. “I don’t know. Do you regret it?”
“No,” Greg said. “Been waiting to do this for months.”
Dale swallowed. He k
new that. He’d caught on from the very first day they’d met. And now that he’d fucked Dale, Greg would move on to the next person, leaving Dale behind. “Are you hunting down the next omega professor?”
Greg’s fingers twitched against Dale’s belly. “What?”
Dale repeated his question, looking at the scattered papers on his desk. The lesson plans, the duplicate worksheets, his timetable. He had a job in this place. And here he was, with his pants down. And Greg felt delicious against him.
The question shouldn’t have been who Greg was after next. The question should have been whether Dale would be fired from his job.
“Never mind,” Dale said, his stomach turning. “I-I won’t speak about this further. You shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m not leaving,” Greg said. “I’m not looking for anyone else.”
“Why?” Dale didn’t dare look at him. A secret thrill ran down his spine, even though it shouldn’t. “You’re young. There are so many other people on this campus. Plenty of young omegas you can settle down with.”
“I want you.” Greg nuzzled into his hair, and Dale’s breath caught.
“You shouldn’t. You know that. I’m too old for you.”
“Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
Dale huffed. “That’s what you tell your professor?”
“You’re Dale to me now,” Greg said, his arms curving tighter around Dale’s chest. He rolled his hips, and Dale felt the push and pull of Greg’s knot inside him, a reminder of what they’d done. And what they were now. Dale was... no longer only Greg’s professor, not when they’d done this. It felt like he’d broken a cardinal rule, and the gods would smite him now.
“I want you to be my omega,” Greg said.
Dale’s heart missed a beat. “What? You can’t be serious. I’m older than you—”
“I know that. Stop saying it.” Greg pressed a kiss to Dale’s shoulder, then laced their fingers together. “I want to go out with you. I’ve asked you several times.”
Dale gulped. “I thought you were just... baiting me.”
Greg bit into Dale’s shoulder, an inch away from his scent gland. “Want you.”
Dale’s breath hitched. Greg seemed to be serious about him. And Dale could scarcely believe it. “You barely even know me.”
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