afterschool special

[misheard]

Title: afterschool special
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Atsushi
Pairing(s): Atsushi/Atsushi
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 723
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Teacher/student
Summary: Nakajima's favorite problem student asks for private tutoring.
Notes:

---

Nakajima Atsushi had a problem student.

Atsuji - similar spelling - was a wild-eyed teenager with little respect for any of his teachers, his classmates, or possibly anyone on earth.

He was a brilliant student - Nakajima was sure of that from how quickly he picked up the languages they studied. If he would only apply himself in class, he would easily become one of the best students Nakajima had.

So Atsuji asking him for private tutoring one day made Nakajima want to jump for joy. Of course he agreed to weekly sessions with him.

“What would you like to focus on first?” Nakajima asked, seated at his desk. Atsuji being perched on the corner of the teacher’s desk wasn’t strictly appropriate, but if that was what it took for Atsuji to pay attention to the material, then Nakajima wouldn’t complain.

“I don’t care.” Atsuji’s tone was dismissive as usual. “Start wherever you want.”

Not the most helpful of responses, but okay, Nakajima could work with that. He opened the textbook to the beginning of the chapter they were working on.

As Nakajima explained English tenses and conjugation, Atsuji never took his piercing gaze off Nakajima’s face. Occasionally he would say “hm” or ask a question, but for the most part his focus remained on his teacher.

Halfway through the chapter, Nakajima felt a light touch to his skin. Atsuji traced his finger gently down Nakajima’s forearm, then back up again, setting Nakajima shivering.

“Atsuji…?” For some reason unknown to him, he swallowed nervously. “Why are you touching me?”

“I’m seducing you,” Atsuji replied, matter-of-fact. “Can’t you tell?”

Oh.

What did you say to that?

Atsuji abandoned all sense of subtlety and leaned in to kiss Nakajima. When Nakajima gasped, he traced the inside of Nakajima’s lips with his tongue.

I should push him away, Nakajima thought. I’m his teacher. This isn’t right-

Atsuji’s hand traced down Nakajima’s stomach and over his crotch, and Nakajima couldn’t help but press into the motion.

“You think too much, Sensei,” Atsuji murmured into his mouth. “Just relax.”

It was impossible to relax with Atsuji rubbing him through his pants like that. Nakajima would have told him so, but when Atsuji unzipped his trousers and drew his cock out, all that left Nakajima’s mouth was a moan. He covered his mouth with one arm.

“I want to hear you.” Atsuji settled on his knees underneath Nakajima’s desk. “But you’d probably worry too much about being caught to enjoy yourself… tch.”

Of course Nakajima worried about being caught. Anyone would do the same in his position. The first time Atsuji’s tongue made contact with his skin, he groaned so loudly that he was sure it was audible from the hallway, even with his attempts at muffling it.

His free hand found itself in Atsuji’s wild hair. He scratched lightly, and Atsuji purred as he coated his cock in more licks and kisses.

Wet heat surrounded his cock. Nakajima couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight: his student on his knees sucking down more and more of his cock, bobbing his head without the slightest hint of hesitation. It was the most enthusiastic he’d seen Atsuji about anything.

“God, Atsuji…!”

His hips rolled forward without his permission. Atsuji made a slight sound of surprise before pinning Nakajima’s hips down in his chair. Somehow, the ease with which his student overpowered him only sent another shot of pleasure through Nakajima’s blood.

Atsuji pulled back to drag his tongue down the underside of Nakajima’s cock, paying special attention to the largest vein. Nakajima could already feel the remains of his control begin to fray. It had been such a long time, and the heat of Atsuji’s mouth was sinfully sweet.

“Let go,” Atsuji whispered, before taking Nakajima’s cock into his throat. Nakajima shuddered and cried out, while Atsuji drank all his teacher’s come like a good student.

He sat back and licked his lips, before tucking Nakajima’s cock back into his pants and standing up.

“Wait.” Nakajima panted heavily. “Shouldn’t I… I don’t know how to do something like that, but shouldn’t I do something for you…?” It would just be unfair to let him go without returning the favor, student or not.

“That’s sweet, but we’re out of time.” Atsuji flashed a sharp smile. “Same time next week, Sensei?”

“…same time next week.”