Kissed Professor Daniels

Kissed Professor Daniels
"Close the door behind you, Akira."

The professor’s deep, yet smooth voice, which was carrying that effortless authority that made Akira’s chest clench and his throat suddenly become dry.

He felt as his hand hesitated on the knob before finally pushing the wooden door shut until it became locked.

The sound of him shutting the door, seemed louder than it should have been, as it echoed in the quiet office where books lined every wall and papers were stacked with an order that spoke of discipline.

He should have left, or he should have made some excuse about forgetting his notes, about needing to be somewhere else, or anywhere else, but his legs didn’t move. He stood there, trapped in confusion, as his eyes were unwilling to leave the man behind the desk.

Professor Daniels leaned back in his chair, with his dark skin shining beneath the glow of the desk lamp, and broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt until the seams looked like they were working hard to fit him properly.

His sleeves were also rolled to his elbows, as his veins were running strong along his forearms as he rested his hands on the arms of his chair. To be frank, he wasn’t just big, he was intimidatingly so. He had the kind of presence that made Akira’s stomach shiver.

"You’ve been missing classes, Akira," Daniels said calmly, with his gaze sharp, but not unkind or overly serious. "And when you do come, you barely pay attention. That isn’t like you. What is happening?"

Akira swallowed hard as he wanted to respond, but his voice could barely rise above a whisper. "I… I’ve been busy. Very very..."

The professor immediately arched a brow, as his lips were curving faintly into a smile that didn’t feel like amusement. Rather, it felt like he was looking through him completely. "You've been busy? That’s one word for it, I guess."

Akira’s fingers, nervously held onto the hem of his shirt, with his body tense, and his chest tightening with the weight of being under his gaze.

He had been avoiding this very thing, and the possibility of someone in authority noticing his lifestyle, or someone seeing him display his attitude in ways he couldn’t control.

And of all people, it had to be Professor Daniels. A strict disciplinarian, with a presence and body structure that felt impossible to resist.

At that moment, the silence between them, became quite heavy. It was as though Akira’s breath stuttered, and then Daniels pushed himself up from the chair, as he slowly began to move around the desk until he was just standing in front of him, between a distance which was less than one feet.

Akira’s heart began to pound against his ribs panic.

"You’re… nervous," Professor Daniels said, with his voice lowering as if he wanted the words to wrap around him, and to sink beneath his skin. "But not because you’re guilty about missing my lectures."

Akira looked away, but Daniels’s hand reached out, with a single finger beneath his chin, as he titled his face back up until their eyes met. The contact was light, but it was heartfelt.

"Am I right?" Daniels asked softly, even though there was nothing gentle in the power of his stance.

Akira’s lips opened to speak, but no sound or words even came out. He hated that his body betrayed him again, and he also hated that his breathing had quickened, and that his chest rose and fell too fast, in a very desperate way.

Daniels studied him for a long, unbearable moment, before leaned closer to him, with his voice almost like a murmur. "You don’t have to answer that. I already know."

It was visible at that moment, that fear raced through Akira’s body, which left his legs trembling. It also felt like he was falling without moving, like he was spiraling further into something forbidden, and also dangerous.

Daniels’s hand immediately shifted from his chin to the side of his face, with his palm warm, and his thumb brushing his cheek slowly. It was as though his scent was clean, masculine, and overwhelming.

It clouded Akira’s senses until it was all he could breathe. He was literally imagining behind handled by this hot looking man.

"You’ve been playing with fire, haven’t you?" Daniels asked, with his lips so close that Akira swore he felt the warmth of his breath against, pressing against his own. "But you don’t even realize how hot it this fire can burn."

Akira shaked in fear, as his voice finally breaking free in a whisper. "I… I shouldn’t be here."

Immediately he said that, Daniels’s smile immediately widened, in a dark, yet knowing way. "No, you shouldn’t, but you are, and that tells me exactly everything I need to know."

The tension in the air became quite unbearable, after he said that. It felt thick, like the whole room held its breath waiting for Akira’s next move.

His body leaned forward before his mind could stop it. As usual it looked like he was pulled by something stronger than him, and also something stronger than the rules screaming in his head.

Daniels didn’t move back. He stayed there, in a steady and immovable way, as he let Akira come closer, letting him destroy his own distance inch by inch.

When their lips almost touched, the professor finally spoke again, with his words sharp enough to slice through Akira’s heart.

"You understand what this means, don’t you? If we start this, there’s no undoing it."

Akira’s pulse suddenly increase in panic, as he responded with his voice which was broken, and nearly shattered. "I know."

Daniels’s hand immediately tightened just slightly against his cheek, it was a grip that felt more like he was claiming him, rather than comforting him. "Then show me," he said.

And in that moment, Akira closed the last iota of space between them, and kissed him

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, consuming,and extremely erotic.

It was the kind of kiss that stole every ounce of air from his lungs. Akira held onto him desperately, with fingers holding into the professor’s shirt, as though he was holding on what could ground him, even though it only pulled him deeper into the fire.

Daniels tasted of control, of restraint that was quickly going to take over him, and Akira felt like he was drowning in it, like his body was being pulled into a moment which was too strong to resist. He moaned into the kiss, with shame and so much desire which tangled into one unbearable knot inside him.

The professor broke the kiss, as his lips trailed against Akira’s jaw, with his voice lower than growl. "You have no idea what you’ve started."

Akira shivered at the sound of his voice, as his body arched towards him, and for the first time, he didn’t want to know where this would lead. He only knew that he couldn’t stop.

The door remained shut, and the air was heavy. Extremely heavy!

At that instant, Akira realized he was exactly where he shouldn’t be, with the one man who c
ould ruin him in ways Luke never could, but alas, Daniels wasn’t planning to let him go.