“Did you hit your head when I pushed you off of me just now?”
Bay frowned but thought it over. “No, I don’t believe so. Why?”
“Are you serious?”
“Sila, I don’t—What are you doing?!” Bay tried to move away, but his body was too exhausted to get far and Sila had him back on his back on the ground easily enough.
He yanked the cock ring off and Bay jerked and moaned as the pressure eased, his eyes momentarily rolling in the back of his head. Then Sila wrapped a hand around him and gave him one long pump and his hips lifted off the ground to chase after that sweet friction. He gave into it for a moment, relishing in the delicious snaps of electricity that brought him closer and closer, before curiosity got the best of him and he opened his eyes and glanced down.
“Stop!” Bay tried to sit up but Sila pinned him with his other hand on his shoulder. “You can’t do that!”
“Afraid of a little blood?”
“I’m afraid you’re going to get infected, you idiot!”
Sila’s injured hand slowed at the base of Bay’s dick, squeezing once before loosening again. “Did you just call me stupid, Professor? You do recall I’m your top student, don’t you?”
He did have the highest grade in all of Bay’s classes, true, but that was beside the point at the moment.
“Are you really that worried about me?” Sila asked as he began pumping Bay again, this time in slow, torturous strokes. His blood and Bay’s precome acted as lube, helping his palm slick up and down his velvety skin in a way that had him writhing despite his protests. “You really want me to stop?”
Bay bit his tongue but forced himself to nod. “Yes. Yes, we really need to get that treated, Sila. Please.”
“Are you begging for me to not let you come?” He clicked his tongue and, even though the comment had meant to be teasing, Bay captured his gaze and made sure to push as much of the stern professor as he could into his own eyes.
“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying because you’re no good to me if you get blood poisoning and die.”
He tilted his head as though seeing Bay for the first time. “You’re afraid I’ll die? It’s not that serious.”
“It is,” Bay disagreed.
“You should worry about your own injuries,” Sila said. “There are many.”
“I’ll survive.”
“Will you?”
“You want me to.”
Sila’s eyes narrowed. “That so?”
Considering it’d been hours since he’d gotten the injury and yet he was still bleeding so much, Bay was pretty certain he was in fact going to need stitches.
Sila pulled him forward an inch by the root of his dick and it smarted but felt amazing all at once and Bay moaned. “There you go, just feel, isn’t that better? You don’t have to care about me, Professor. This isn’t the classroom and right now I’m not your student.”
“That’s not,” he gasped as Sila rolled his thumb against his slit, “why.”
“No?” he hummed, clearly not believing him. “If it’s not moral responsibility then—”
“I love you.” It shocked Bay every bit as much as it did Sila and they both froze. But he didn’t take it back. It actually explained a lot. He’d thought it was just obsession but it was so much more than that, why else would he be lying here taking this type of abuse?
His asshole and his nipples both burned, as well as his ear where the earring had been forced through without proper attention. Fluid was spilling out of his bottom and his dick. He was covered in bruises and welts and a few fine cuts, and all the sun cream in the galaxy wasn’t going to be enough for him to walk into work tomorrow on his own two feet and Bay well knew it.
A sane person would be humiliated and enraged right now.
Bay just wanted to come.
And sleep for a week.
