Ryland opened his eyes.He took a step forward, but he didn’t dare drop to his knees without an invitation.Swallowing rapidly, he frantically tried to work some moisture into his throat so he could speak intelligibly.
“Sir?”He sounded impossibly calm considering the situation.
“Yes?”
“If you found out that…” Ryland looked up, and his courage deserted him.He couldn’t tell Arslan why he’d been there.He couldn’t watch the expression in the professor’s eyes change as he realised why he had actually agreed to go there that night.He remembered that seeing that change in someone’s eyes before, as they lost all respect for him.Never again.
Ryland once more took refuge in the darkness behind his eyelids.It took him a lifetime to pull himself together enough to think of another ending to his sentence.“If the same man were thrown to the lions twice, would you be disappointed, sir?”
Arslan didn’t say anything for so long, Ryland had to look up and find out the worse.
“No,” he said, very softly.“I wouldn’t be disappointed at all.”Reaching out, he pushed Ryland’s hair back from his face.
Ryland remembered how to breathe.He nodded his understanding, careful not to dislodge the professor’s hand from his hair.His gaze settled on Arslan’s mouth, and his tongue snuck out to moisten his own lips in invitation.
“Do you remember your human word?”Arslan asked.
Ryland stared up at him in confusion for a moment, before he caught up.“The safe word?”
“Yes,” Arslan said slowly.“I expect that’s what humans would call it.”
“I don’t want to say no to you—I’ve never wanted to say no to you.”
Arslan smiled and stroked his fingers down Ryland’s cheek, stroking the blush that Ryland knew still lingered there.Remembering what he’d seen the other lions do at the house, he butted his head gently against Arslan’s shoulder in response.
Arslan slid his fingers under his chin and tilted his head back.Before Ryland had a chance to worry over the very real possibility that he’d just made a fool out of himself, Arslan’s lips covered his.His tongue demanded entry.Ryland grabbed at Arslan’s shoulders as his head spun in relief.
There could be no doubt over the intention behind the kiss.Arslan took complete possession of his mouth.Rough and demanding at first, as soon as Ryland was thoroughly out of his depth, Arslan’s mouth gentled against his.The surface of the professor’s tongue was still rough, but his lips became the softest thing Ryland had ever known, as Arslan guided him to kiss him back and coaxed him to bring his own tongue out to play.
Something hard was pressing against Ryland’s back.Ryland only noticed that when Arslan eventually broke the kiss.He looked over his shoulder to find that he’d been walked backwards a few steps.He was pressed up tightly against a bookcase, effectively pinned in one corner of the tiny room.
There wasn’t much space, but he began to lower himself to his knees anyway.Logic suggested he was making a huge mistake, but suddenly, the only important thing was that he do something for Arslan for free.If he did something for free, he’d become something slightly closer to the man the professor thought he was inviting into his pride.Maybe?It was certainly worth a try.
Arslan caught hold of his arm and stopped him short.
“Let me, sir?”Ryland blurted out, and hoped like hell that Arslan wouldn’t ask him why it was so vital that he be allowed to go down on him right that second.
The professor studied him for a moment before he released his arm, but, eventually, he nodded his permission.Ryland dropped heavily to his knees on the bare floorboards.At least from his new vantage point, there was no need to worry about whether Arslan was enthusiastic about the idea or merely humouring him.
The professor was hard, his dick visibly straining against his fly.Ryland reached for the zip and drew it carefully down.He hesitated for a second, wondering how much less history he’d have learned over the last few months if he’d known there was the possibility that the professor was going commando during a lecture.
As soon as Ryland freed it, Arslan’s cock pointed straight towards Ryland’s mouth.He glanced up at the professor as he ran his fingers along the length of his erection.Even after his wrists had been uncuffed, he hadn’t had much chance to bring his hands out to play last time they were together.
Arslan was hot to the touch.It hadn’t been Ryland’s imagination or the fire that had been burning next to the rug that had clouded his memories and made him think that.
It wasn’t a huge amount of evidence to support the fact that he wasn’t actually losing his mind.But, right then, it was enough to convince Ryland that everything he remembered about that night in the lions’ den was one hundred percent accurate.The perfection he’d felt there had been real, and it was there waiting for him, once he sorted out the mess he’d made of things.
Steadying the length with his fingers, Ryland leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the tip of Arslan’s cock.Pre-cum leaked into his mouth as he rubbed his tongue against the head, stealing his first true taste.He couldn’t help but murmur his pleasure around the professor’s dick.Arslan was hot in his mouth, he was saltier than a human, and he was perfect.
The thickness of Arslan’s cock stretched Ryland’s lips as he worked to create a tight seal around satiny smooth skin.Desperate to please, he swirled his tongue rapidly around the tip in a complex little manoeuvre that had taken him months to perfect when he’d first came out of the closet.
Arslan stared down at him, attentive but entirely calm.
Ryland didn’t truly believe he was God’s gift to every man he got down on his knees for, but he’d thought he was pretty good—good enough to make a man moan and jerk his hips, if not necessarily throw back his head and scream.
The professor stroked his fingers through Ryland’s hair and offered him an encouraging little smile as their eyes met.Ryland dropped his gaze.Polite and patient wasn’t quite the reaction he’d been hoping for.
All at once, he found himself wondering if it was far easier to make a man scream than it was to make a lion roar.Worse still, what if lions didn’t suck each other off?What if that was just a human thing?What if Arslan had no idea why he was even down on his knees in the first place?How much did Ryland really know about the sex life of lions?
