InsaneJournal

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The bedroom was warm with its red walls, dark red carpets and the crimson covers of the bed. The window was closed lest there were eyes, be it the neighbors or God himself that watched and judged the activities that went about in this bedroom. The door was also closed and locked to prevent any possible intruders because this warm room was their sanctuary from the rest of the world.

“Can you keep a secret?” Sora whispered mischievously.

“We already have a lot of secrets,“ Leon said, gazing at his young lover. Sora was adorned in his old school uniform of black slacks and a white office shirt. Leon didn’t wear anything too complicated; even as a teacher, he wore his leather jacket, his white top and his leather pants. With Sora looking like that though, it was hard to keep his desire at bay.

“Well, yeah, but…” Sora trailed off, leaning over to whisper something in Leon’s ear. “I have one more to tell you.” He was so much of a child like this, especially with his laugh that suspiciously sounded like a giggle. “Sometimes I wish we didn’t have to hide like this. I wish we were more open. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“So you’re a risk-taker,” Leon concluded, smiling a bit. Now the game began. “Let me prove that.” He pulled away from Sora and stood up from their bed. “Let us say we are back in high school. You did something bad and now,” he paused, grabbing the nearest chair from the wall, “you have detention. Sit here now.”

“But what did I do?” Sora inquired innocently. He complied to Leon’s demand but he didn’t sit properly; he leaned back, unbuttoned his shirt and spread out his legs a bit. “Can you tell me, teacher? If I know my mistake, then maybe I can fix it. I promise I won’t do it again.”

“You were late on numerous occasions,” Leon explained seriously, though his eyes, dark with desire and lust, said otherwise. “Therefore you wasted your time, your classmates’ time and most importantly my time. You serve that time now.”

“But what will I do?” Sora asked playfully. “Am I just going to sit here and do nothing?” He shifted his legs and then let his hands rest on his kneecaps. He really looked innocent like that, though he was much older now.

“Yes,” Leon answered sternly. “For now, anyway.” He grinned at Sora and sat in front of him so they were facing each other. He cupped Sora’s face and leaned in for a kiss. They kissed deeply and then let go. “Now, I want you to drop your pants and bend over the bed. Your real punishment is upon you.”

Sora once again complied, but he didn’t look sour about it; if anything, the sparkle in his eyes and the grin on his mouth conveyed his excitement. Leon chuckled and went to his drawers where he procured a ruler. In the old days, teachers were allowed to discipline their students by spanking them either with a ruler or a paddle on their exposed buttocks.

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“What do you have to say for yourself, Sora?” Leon inquired with that stern voice of his. Sora felt his lover pressing against his back and tried his best not to moan. He could feel his lover’s cloth clad length, hard against his backside. He suppressed a whimper. As Leon pulled away from him, he sighed in relief.

“Take it easy on me?” Sora asked, earning him a laugh. He closed his eyes, expecting to feel the ruler smacking on his ass. He had heard of the swish, but as he opened his eyes again, he felt no impact. Instead, Leon was touching him there, long fingers massaging his balls. He moaned softly and felt that same hand wrapping around his shaft.

“Is this easy enough?” Leon murmured, moving his hand up then down. “Or do you want it a little faster?” As he sped up, Sora felt the cold ruler being pressed against his butt cheek. He shuddered in pleasure and began to moan again, saying his lover’s name over and over.

“L-leon,” Sora whimpered, his hands gripping tightly on the covers of their bed, “don’t tease me anymore. Please, please.” He began to pant as Leon slowed his ministrations down. He hated the fact that he was sensitive, especially with the way Leon was touching him now. Those fingers were back on his balls and Leon’s other hand was massaging the tip of his length.

And then he could feel it, that surge and he climaxed into his lover’s hands and stained the bed. He turned around and found his lips pressed against Leon’s. Their tongues collided with one another; he wrapped his arms around Leon’s neck and kicked off his pants and boxers that were hanging on his ankles. As he lay on the bed, he watched his white shirt falling softly to the floor.

“We’re not done yet,” Leon said with a small smirk. He was discarding his own clothes, starting with his leather jacket. His top revealed his slightly muscled arms and his firm chest. He undid his pants, letting them fall to his knees and did the same with his trousers. Sora saw how aroused his lover was, his member hard and thick with precome glistening on the head.

“We’re not?” Sora laughed and sat up, crossing his legs. Never mind the fact that he was getting turned on again as Leon climbed over the bed. In fact, since he couldn’t contain himself, he went over to his tall lover and they kissed again. Then he let his lips trail down to Leon’s neck and began to take off Leon’s top. By the time that top landed on the floor, they were both finally naked.

“Can you imagine this bed being the table?” Leon inquired. He sat on the bed, his back pressed against the wall. Sora straddled his stomach and smiled at him mischievously. “Do you think we would be able to do this in one of the classrooms?”

“Maybe,” Sora said with a laugh. If they were truly in a classroom doing this, he’d be somewhat nervous, but simultaneously he’d enjoy the thrill of the possibility of getting caught. He wondered then if Leon felt guilty for taking him, for loving him. There shouldn’t be a shame in loving anybody.

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The game was almost over.

Leon grabbed something from under the bed and uncapped the top. Before he could do anything else, he saw Sora leaning over and they kissed once more. Sora was especially addicted to kisses, whether he was the one doing the kissing or he was the one being kissed. It was one of the ways Leon could fully express his feelings. If he was angry, the kiss would be hard and desperate; if he was lonely, the kiss would be slow and deep.

“Can you truly imagine this?” Leon asked, shuddering as those lips trailed down again. “Will you take this risk? Do you still remember?” He wanted to challenge Sora, to see if Sora loved him in some way because it wasn’t easy to forget how Sora’s heart had used to belong to another.

“The moment I met you,” Sora said, pausing his ministrations, “I have already taken a risk. I don’t remember them; you make me forget.” He laughed childishly. “Literally too because you took me in and… loved me.” He paused again, his eyes widening at the sudden realization. Leon handed him the lubrication. Sora poured some into his hand and spread it around Leon’s aching arousal.

Leon hissed at the contact; as Sora shifted, he felt his slick member pushing through Sora’s entrance. Sora whimpered at the pain, his body shuddering a bit. Leon wished he could ease it, but they were both in a hurry now. He rocked his hips and Sora did the same. Then they began to move together, slowly at first, with Leon trying to find that spot that would make Sora see stars.

It was hard to focus with his mind being in a haze. The muscles pressing against him, the heat around his flesh and the way they moved a little faster now--it was almost too much. He was almost there. Just a few more thrusts and then he groaned as his orgasm took over him. He shifted, pulled himself out of Sora and switched their positions. Sora was laying under him now, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted and wet.

Sora was aroused again.

Leon wrapped his fingers around Sora’s hardness and moved them up then down. By now their room smelled of sweat, skin, semen and sex. Sora soon came into his hand and at last the two were finally sated. He let himself lay next to Sora and covered themselves with the crimson blankets. They panted deeply, trying to catch their breath. Sora turned around and faced Leon.

“What happened to the ruler?” Sora asked curiously.

Leon blinked at him. “It’s somewhere around the room… probably on the floor by now.” He shrugged, closing his eyes. “I’m going to sleep.” If he truly had his way, if he could wish for anything, he wished that he met Sora under different circumstances.

Because of that wish, his dreams began to take form. He dreamt of a smiling boy with a strange key-like weapon. He dreamt of himself taking that boy into his arms and then they walked together, side by side and vanished into the light.

Fin.

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A/n: Oh god, that was THE hottest lemon I wrote so far. Christ. But it was a struggle! This is like the second draft. It’s so much fun writing out of one’s ass. XDDD And note to self, make little notes or maps while writing lemons. X_X I seem to work better with those notes.