summary: changmin's a rebel, and yunho doesn't make suggestions.
a/n: uh, homin student/teacher smut? my half of the deal i had going with pinkfluffies aka my twinnie. dedicated completely to her. ♥
Yunho just graduated from the prestigious university his parents forced him to go to, and he’s a new teacher at a high school full of students that don’t try half as hard as they needs to.
Changmin’s a rebel with no sense of respect and every bad intention.
But he’s smart, and it doesn’t surprise either of them when they end up tangled together desperately against a desk in an empty classroom.
“Changmin,” Yunho moans against the kiss and Changmin growls slightly in response, tongue probing deeper to silence him. It works, and Yunho falls victim to the feeling of hands fisting in his shirt and keeping him close and the way that after a time Changmin starts moaning feverishly into his mouth, knee pressing just a little too hard against the growing hardness in Yunho’s trousers.
It doesn’t take long before his hips are rolling into that pressure, Changmin grinning slightly, fingers skimming down his chest and already starting to undo his belt as he pulls away slightly, eyes half open and lips parted and he looks so fucking sexy that Yunho could just die.
“Something wrong, Sensei?”
And that’s approximately when Yunho loses it. He can’t bring himself to respond at first, lost in simply watching the way Changmin tugs down the sipper of his trousers, forcing a hand into his boxers to free his already much too hard cock and then flicks his eyes back up, that questioning smirk still firmly in place.
“Make me come.”
It’s an order, and Changmin doesn’t take it lightly.
His movements are rough, no hesitancy behind them as his fingers grip Yunho’s hips firmly, pressing them harder into the jagged edge of the desk behind them, ignoring the slight groan of protest and taking all of the older man into his mouth instead.
Yunho nearly chokes on himself at the unexpected surge of pleasure, fingers knotting in Changmin’s hair, bending over to try and keep from falling.
Changmin smirks and sets to work, intent on his purpose.
He does everything he can think of and more, and all Yunho can think about is how damn good he is at everything. He uses his tongue to its full advantage, scraping his teeth along the sides, sucking on the tip, paying special attention to anything more sensitive than anything else and Yunho can feel the dangerous heat coiling tighter and tighter inside of him.
He presses his tongue firmly against the sensitive spot on the underside of Yunho’s cock, and then he’s gone, fingers tightening in those silken locks and pulling slightly as he comes.
It’s only a few moments later when Changmin’s back on his feet, wiping his mouth and grinning slightly as Yunho scribbles something onto a small pink slip of paper and hands it over to him.
“What’s this?” he asks, sarcasm written all over every part of his body.
“Detention,” Yunho answers, meeting Changmin’s hard stare with one of his own.
“We’ve gotta do something about that dirty mouth of yours.”