Chocolate with pepper

Synopsis:

The arrival of a new teacher named Todoroki Shoto excited the whole school. There was no student who complained about that newcomer, and almost all the teachers were happy with that young man, who was still so wise. Everyone except Katsuki, who as always, maintained his sulky personality and found some defect to complain about the teacher.

But the first impression is not always the one that remains, and Katsuki would discover it with a simple chocolate.

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When I say that I am a teacher, most people think that I am a short-tempered curmudgeon and that I hate teaching a bunch of high school teenagers. In part, they are right, because I recognize that I am not an example of sympathy and patience, but despite that, I love my profession. I do not insist on being loved by my students, because I am there to teach them chemistry, and not to make friends - and, if I may say so, their grades in the entrance exams are excellent. That is, in all almost ten years as a teacher, I never had a problem with discipline or strong intrigues, whether with students or colleagues.

Unfortunately, that "never" ended today.

The professor of Japanese literature finally retired. I was happy because that guy must be as young as a mummy and, despite being a cult cult and loving to share his knowledge with his colleagues, it was about time for him to stay home, because I didn't want to receive the news of that an old teacher fell hard in the middle of the hall. Obviously he already had another teacher hired and, according to the director, he was a "flawless, excellent guy, with the best curriculum I have ever seen". I expected an older guy, who would probably be almost twice my age - I'm twenty-nine -, one with years of experience, but when I arrived on the "big day", I came across a… kid? Yeah, kid. With a really dirty face. I should have been, at the most, about twenty years old, and if I had that, I'm sure I didn't even have a diploma. How the hell did that come in the place of a teacher as bad as the one we had? It was unacceptable!

But of course it could get worse, especially if they managed to get me in the middle of this story.

- Dear teachers - began the director, who asked everyone to arrive earlier to meet the newcomer -, I present to you our newest colleague: Todoroki Shoto, professor of Japanese literature. He is the son of a great friend of our retiree Toshinori, who even nominated him to be his replacement!

I was able to hear some whispers after this revelation. Okay, let's say I was a little more convinced in addition. Professor Toshinori was, without a doubt, one of the best teachers in the country, and if he appointed someone, it is because that person has fucking potential. But, as I said, I'm a little convinced, not quite. So, I'm going to need more time to get used to this guy.

Time that came earlier than expected.

- I explained all the rules of our school to Todoroki, but I didn't have time to show the environment, so ... Bakugou! You don't have the first class, do you?

- No, I don't.

- Perfect! Do you mind taking our new teacher on the school tour? He already has classes to teach after the break and I don't want him to be lost at any time.

If he wasn't my boss, I could easily tell him to take it up the ass. I look like a fucking tour guide there !? Unfortunately, in order to keep my job, I accepted, without making a point of smiling.

- Hi. - He waved as he approached. - I am Todoroki Shoto, new teacher of Japanese literature.

- Thank you for repeating exactly what the director just said! I swear I had no idea who you were!

- You're welcome. I'm the new-

- I'm fucking ironic!

As if his face weren't enough, he was really screwed up. Is it serious that Toshinori indicated that there?

- Sorry, I'm not good with ironies.

- I realized. But okay, follow me soon.

Since I didn't need to hold anyone's hand, I left the room with the newbie following me.

As big as our school was, it was extremely easy to find yourself inside it. It was all well signposted, so it was pretty obvious where the elementary, high school, library rooms were located ... In fact, I don't even know why the fuck they sent me to be a guide, since the novice could just read the signs.

As we passed the high school halls, most of the students looked at Todoroki and smiled, whispering, and I could hear some wondering if he was a new student. I can't say much, not least because nobody believes I'm almost thirty, but, in fact, this one has a great face to be much younger. For that reason, I ended up being curious and I couldn't help asking this question:

- How old are you?

- I'm twenty-one. - Yeah, I almost got it right.

Taking advantage of the fact that I brought up the subject - which is extremely rare - I decided to continue:

- Damn, he barely got out of diapers. And what did you do so well to win Toshinori's admiration?

- He was kind to refer me to the director, because I don't think I deserve it. I am a graduate of the University of Tokyo and I am currently doing post-graduate work at it. In high school, I was always a prominent student in Japanese literature and I have already won national and international awards in literature Olympics. I have also participated in conventions with the most famous in the country, and it's wonderful to talk to them. Besides that-

- Fuck, I get it. You are a little prince, that's it.

-… Am I? - By the face, he took that as a compliment. I'm just sorry, because it wasn't.

- Yes and that pisses me off. Anyway, you already know this whole school, so you don't need me for anything else.

He thanked me and continued to follow me in silence towards the teachers' room. When we got there, he finally left me to talk to the other teachers, who were eager to learn more about the "prodigy teacher". I ended up getting away, because I needed to organize my class today and, besides, I had nothing more to talk to Todoroki.

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Is two weeks too early to say that I can't take it anymore? Because, honestly, I can't take it anymore!

Basically, the little prince became a complete celebrity. Japanese literature became the favorite subject of the great majority of the third year, the first and second students could not wait to have classes with him and even elementary students, who did not even study in this building, managed to observe Todoroki, even though just for a few seconds. He was a subject even in the teachers' room, damn it!

And, as if that wasn't enough, even if I tried to avoid it, someone would find a way to talk about it with me.

- What face is that, darling? It's more pointy than yesterday. - Camie, the art teacher, sat next to me. - Is it about the new teacher?

She was lucky to be one of the only people I could take there - so much so that I already had a roll with her, even though it was nothing serious. So, I didn't leave, even though I knew the topic would be spoiled.

- Matter to you? - Of course, the fact that I like her was no reason for me to be a sweetie, right?

- Hey, are you pissed because Todoroki drew attention? You came in here and half of the school was already afraid of you, if I remember correctly. It makes sense to be disgusted because a newbie was more successful than you.

- I'm shitting for this, Camie! I'm here to teach, and not to see a teenager drooling on me.

- But Todoroki also came here to teach. It turns out that, unlike you, he conquered everyone because he is an angel.

- Angel !? There is something rotten there, I'm sure of it. The pretty and perfect face doesn't fool me, woman, you know that.

- Look, you admitted that you think he's cute!

I rolled my eyes. Honestly, sometimes Camie looked like an eight year old child who, when she heard her friend saying she thought he was a cute boy, fired that annoying "you like him!". Todoroki was handsome, yes, and I had no problem admitting it, but of course it didn't change the fact that he irritated me.

- Yes, I admitted. AND…?

- Nothing. But then you understand why he was so successful. In addition, it is a yummy! He is perfect, xuxuzinho, only you do not see.

- Get him then, fuck.

- I'd love to, but he's gay.

- Fuck, did you go through the guy's whole life? Damn!

- Of course not, Katsuki. I didn't actually move a muscle. But the students here do not waste time and, on the first day, already managed to find all his social networks. He is single, but he has some pictures with faces and the captions are always cute, talking about things that are over but that he will always keep in his heart and with comments like "you were the best boyfriend I ever had!". It must be an example of a person who gets along with ex-boyfriend, which I think is cute! It could be us, right? But you just tell me to take it up the ass.

- We don't even date, crazy! If you keep creating fanfic in your head, it's not my fault.

- I know, honey, but I love to piss you off. Anyway! Then they asked him and he simply replied: "yes, I am".

- Massa, so hopefully it will make them relax.

- Pff, just in your head, Katsuki! It is not because they have no chance with him, that they will stop admiring that divine beauty. Platonic crush exists in droves, and there are people who don't care.

- Then the problem is theirs. But you don't have a class to teach, do you? - I asked as soon as the bell rang, announcing the end of the students' break.

- Yes, unfortunately you will be without my presence. Don't cry, okay? Then I go back.

She said goodbye with a kiss on my forehead and, as she walked away, she almost ran into Todoroki, who insisted on apologizing, saying it was his fault. Camie ended up accepting it, leaving the room while waving to her "platonic crush", making me look at everything with a total face. The fuck was that that half and half realized that I was not very happy and, instead of leaving me alone, started to approach. I had no way of getting out of there because it was full of materials on the table, so I turned around and focused solely on the list of exercises that I would pass on to students later.

- Hi - sat in front of me. - It's all right?

- Yes, hey. I'm busy, don't you see? - I replied, without looking at him.

- Oh, sorry. You didn't look very good, so I was worried.

It was funny to see that he hadn't realized that this was my normal face.

- So I came to offer you a sweet. It improves mood, doesn't it?

Todoroki handed me two small chocolates with pepper flavor. Would I be judged if I said I never ate one of these? And I admit it caught my attention, after all, I love pepper.

I accepted, thanking him in a low voice. Todoroki smiled, leaving the table shortly after wishing me a good day. I let it disappear from my point of view, and then taste that sweet, and all I can say is: fuck it, what a fucking good thing! How the fuck have I never eaten this before? It didn't take me long to eat the second one, and since it was the last one, I already wanted to eat more, only I had no idea where half and half bought that chocolate.

I took out my cell phone and searched for "chocolate and pepper in Tokyo", but found nothing. There was only information about the candy, recipes, but absolutely nothing about stores that could sell it.

Damn, seriously would I have to ask the newbie? I know, it's a simple question, but the problem is that this fucking topic doesn't suit me, you know?

But my urge to eat that chocolate again is stronger than my grumpy side, so fuck it. It never hurts to ask and be able to enjoy my new favorite candy whenever I want, I think so.

Luckily, he and I would have the last classes, so I know that on the way out, I would be able to find him.

Oh, and by the way, during my class, I noticed that several people - both boys and girls - were writing letters. On the one hand, I hated it when students did things that were not my subject, but on the other hand, I played fuck it because they needed the class, and not me. Then, if they had any doubts, I wouldn't take it, period. My choice depended on my mood, and today I chose not to attract anyone's attention.

In the end, these people came to give me a folded piece of paper with the name "Todoroki Shoto" written on the front. They all smiled, ashamed, and asked me to give it to the teacher. Dick in my ass, right? My class became fucking love note bitching?

I huffed, stuffing the letters in my purse anyway. On the way to the teachers' room, I ended up meeting Camie, who, knowing me well, noticed that I was more pissed off than usual.

- Look, look at my favorite pointy! Did someone mention Todoroki in the room, did they?

- Almost that, but it was just as shit. Can you believe I was asked to deliver a love letter to him? Do I look like an elegant courier?

I showed her the crumpled papers, which made her laugh. Of course, she was going to make fun of me, there's no way I could be surprised.

- Delivery, hey. Or are you ashamed?

- Shame the fuck, Camie. I'm just pissed because sending a letter is too much, bitch.

- But think on the bright side, dear: it can help you get closer to him, don't you think? You hand over the letter, then pull up a subject and, when you see it, they will be inseparable and that face of yours will disappear! Is not cool?

- I want to know what part of the brain you used to SUPPORT that I want to discuss with him. You're using drugs, you can only.

- No, I just imagined this scene and really liked it. Besides, he's been here for two weeks and you insist on looking at him with that wrinkly ass face, why don't you give him a chance and talk to him? I'm sure you will get along.

As soon as we arrived in our office, she let out a low chuckle, waving at me before heading towards her closet.

Do you know what's worse? Apart from this "you will get along" shit, she had given me a great idea! I was going to deliver these letters to Todoroki, he was going to talk something, and I could use that to ask where he buys that chocolate. So, it will not seem that I spent the day thinking about this sweet thing and, consequently, thinking about how to discuss it with him. It was a great plan! Was I going to admit it to Camie? Not fucking, not least because she didn't even know what I had in mind before this letter game, and I prefer it to stay that way.

It only took a few minutes for that figure with two-colored hair to appear inside the room. His closet was very close to mine, so I just waited for him to come over to do what I needed.

- Ow, they sent you this. - I showed him the pile of paper.

- Why are you giving me folded paper, Bakugou? Is it a tradition at this school? - He took the cards, looking at me with doubt.

- No, animal! It's the students of class C, I don't even know what's written!

Of course, from the students' face, I was fully aware of their content, except that I have nothing to do with it. My priority with this guy is another:

- Before you read, I want to ask you something. Where do you buy that chocolate?

- I knew you would like. - He smiled, putting the letters in his bag. - Has your mood improved?

- My mood is always the same, it is not a chocolate that will change that. It's just that he's fucking good, I can't deny that.

- Well, I have some bad news: it is not sold in Japan. I bought it on my last trip to Cancun, Mexico, and I have a stock of them because it is my father's favorite chocolate.

I just fuck myself, bitch. I rarely like a sweet, and when I do, that kid doesn't exist in the country where I live. The ass is falling!

"But if you want," he continued, "you can go over to the house and get some." Seriously, I have a lot of chocolate. Too much, as hell.

To see this bourgeois swearing was funny. As I already said to Camie, I'm sure that, as a prince, he only has a face, so I'm not going to act like the fact that his mouth is dirty is surprising. But it was still comical, there was no denying that.

- If it's free, of course I accept. - I shrugged, after all, I'm not a fool.

I asked him how he used to go home. He told me that, because he lived relatively close, he used to go on foot and occasionally called his driver. So as not to look like an asshole, I offered him a ride, and he promptly accepted.

We went in silence to the parking lot, but I could see that he was looking at the cards all the time. As my curious side spoke louder, I ended up raising the subject once again:

- Are you going to read this in the car? You seem quite interested in them.

- I confess that I'm a little afraid to know what's here, but I don't mind reading next to you.

Said and done, as soon as we entered, he unfolded the first. The smell of sweet perfume from that car was so strong that, even without any type of allergy, I ended up sneezing.

- Uh, a little exaggerated, isn't it? Let's see ... - Todoroki was silent for a while, and let out a low laugh shortly after. - That was simple, the person just wants my number and asked what my birth chart is. Does that influence something?

- It doesn't fucking change me, but there are people who really believe.

- I also don't think it changes. Let's go to the next one.

He read as he passed me the directions, well aware of both functions. The second letter was a cheesy poem, so much so that I was ashamed to make any comment. The third was ... ok. It looked like a fanfic, we could laugh. In general, all were quite normal. Typical letters from teenagers in love, sometimes too sweet ... except for the last letter. The young man of that one got excited, bitch that gave birth.

- "I wonder if, when I'm eighteen, I can bounce on your dick until my ass comes to my mouth and sucks you into me". Damn, is this student okay? I've never seen such boldness.

- Third-year students usually turn eighteen before graduating. Are you going to wait for him? I asked, laughing.

- Oh, no, not at all. I prefer men older than me.

- Oh yes? Fuck, I didn't know you were one of those.

- What ... No, Bakugou, credo! I meant guys up to thirty, out there. The rest, I want is distance.

- Less badly, because that school is full of people with an eye on the crown teachers, it gets to be bizarre.

- I do not deny that you have very ... charming teachers, but I would never get involved with someone so much older than me. It is no longer enough the number of people who hit on my dad because he is, uh ... "daddy". By the way, my building is at the end of the street.

It was a fucking flashy building, so I couldn't help but notice. The entrance hall was huge, and I confess that I was curious to see the apartment half and half. I imagined something exaggeratedly luxurious, of those that were once tacky, with decorations totally nothing to do, bought just because they are expensive, things like that. However, when I reached the top floor, I was surprised: the decoration had nothing to do with the rest of the building.

It was a typical Japanese decoration, from the floor to the walls, the furniture, everything! In short, it was a very beautiful decoration, this is undeniable. With that, Todoroki enters my list of "rich not cheesy", in which he is the only one.

- I ask you to take off your shoes, please. And, of course, feel free. Do you want to ask me something? You look strange.

- No, I'm just admired. I mean, your apartment is very different from the rest, right?

- Oh, yes, indeed. It's just that my father is also very passionate about everything from our culture, and when we moved here, he made a point of redecorating everything. We lived in a traditional house before, but as the whole family spends the day outside, he thought it would be dangerous to leave her all day without anyone.

- I see, it makes sense. But it looks great, your dad has good taste.

- I must agree. He and my mother are separated, but they still talk today and she even helped him with this renovation. The two have always had good taste, luckily.

- A miracle, because the bourgeois has a habit of having a bad fucking taste.

- Yeah, that's undeniable. Wow, my lack of education! Do you want something to drink? Or even to eat?

-… Chocolate - I said, laughing, which ended up getting a laugh from him too.

Todoroki took me to the kitchen, showing me a huge cupboard and literally filled with not only that chocolate, but also others.

- Fuck, are you Willy Wonka !?

- No, but my father is. Feel free.

- Same? Won't he be pissed?

- He will travel to Mexico at the end of this month, so you can bet he will return with another stock. Really, rest assured.

- Damn, being like that ...

I took a bunch of the pepper, then took a small amount of the other flavors. According to the half and half, everyone there was delicious, that is, it was worth trying.

With my bag full, I thanked the bourgeois, who even sent me another invitation:

- Want to have dinner here? My father and brothers only arrive later, so I always have dinner without them.

- Puts, I'm going to have to refuse. My parents are going home today, but we can see another day, if you want.

And did I just ask him to dinner? Is that serious?

- Oh, of course I accept. I think I'm free next week.

- It is better for me too, because I am full of work to correct.

- Yes, I am also full of things. Do you want to get some more chocolate and give it to your parents?

- Dude, I fucking took it, relax, okay? - I took my cell phone, a little surprised by the time. - Anyway, I need to go.

- Okay, I'll take you down there.

Do you know when you bite your tongue, but not literally? It happened to me now. Spending time with Todoroki was very pleasant, so much so that I didn't even see the hour pass. He was a long way from being that unbearable pampering that I thought he was - so much so that I set up a dinner with him and it didn't look bad.

I took the opportunity to eat a chocolate in the elevator, since we were silent. I even offered a piece in half and half which, despite having a stock at home, accepted. Finally, when we arrived at the lobby, I decided to be honest with him, which I rarely did:

- Can I be sincere? I thought you were unbearable and I couldn't even look at your face, but I saw that you're not a drunk.

- Oh really? He raised an eyebrow, as if that confession was really a surprise.

- IS.

We got to my car, and when I looked at Todoroki, he was already looking at me. He didn't look pissed off or hurt, just ... I don't know, he was staring at me.

- Has your opinion of me changed entirely?

- Not entirely. I still find your face and covered way a little irritating, but that's it.

Without answering, he smiled. After that, he approached. Finally, he kissed me. And, after being shocked for a few seconds, I responded.

Todoroki had a fucking grip. He grabbed me by the back of the neck in a fucking exciting way and, even though I wasn't picking up any intimate parts - even because we were in the middle of the street - I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.

When the half and half moved away to breathe, it was my turn to take the initiative, placing him against my car to kiss him again. I don't even know what that son of a bitch had, but damn it, I didn't want to stop! He kept sucking my tongue, and that's one of the things that drives me the most. I thought it wouldn't stop anytime soon - and that it could end up on a bed, table, floor, anywhere else - but, after a bite in my mouth, Shoto moved my body away from his.

- And now? Changed?

And he smiled, waving at me as he returned to his building as if nothing had happened.

And I stayed there, standing in the ass for a long time, leaving my trance thanks to the audio I received from my mother, calling me incompetent for making an appointment and not being home to receive my parents.

Of course, I thought about that shit not just for the rest of the day, but for the rest of the fucking week. And of course, Camie noticed. I tried to hide it from her, but when she asked if it had anything to do with the bourgeois and I was on fire, there was no escape.

- Hey, fell in love, did you? I said he was perfect.

I completely ignored it, because there was already too much shit going through my head. To make matters worse, we really didn't have time to talk. He even had the daughter of the bitch to come by during the break and say:

- What a busy week, right?

And it was the only "dialogue" we exchanged after that. And no, we do not exchange messages on cell phones. Not even fucking saying that I was going to talk about it after that, he would think I was in the mood to repeat it! I mean… yeah, I am, but he doesn't need to know that. In fact, this is one of the reasons why I am so pissed off: who does that asshole think he is to kiss me and then leak, leaving me wanting more?

We were only able to talk at the end of that week, on a Saturday, after the end of classes. All work and exams were already fixed, I was one hundred percent free, and although I didn't like to be "in need", I wasn't going to let Todoroki take the initiative again, not this time.

- Weary week, Bakugou?

- Is it today that we are going out to dinner? - I cut it off before I decided to start an elevator conversation.

He let out a soft laugh, staring at me after closing the closet.

- I'm free.

- Great. Is your house empty? - He nodded. - Then it will be there.

- Are you inviting yourself to the others' house? What a lack of good behaviour.

- I'm not fucking fucking good.

Again, he laughed. As my parents were spending a few days at home, there was no way for me to take Todoroki there, mainly because my mother was going to fill my fucking bag and I have a lot to talk to this guy.

- Okay, you can go. At my house we can be alone for hours, right? - That half and half still made a point of highlighting the fact that we would be alone.

Most of the way home was quiet. I didn't have a love letter for him to read, and it's not like I'm going to start talking about it and start acting like we haven't been hanging on in a few days. It was only at the end of everything, when we were arriving at our destination, that I decided to say:

- My opinion about you has changed, but I wouldn't say it was for something positive.

He smiled. And I managed to park in the same place the last time.

As soon as we entered his apartment, Todoroki went to the kitchen. There was a glass bowl on the counter, and when he opened it, I could feel it right away.

- It's still warm, so Touya must have just left. Do you like Yakisoba?

- Like.

With all the calm in the world, he started to set the table. I ended up helping, not least because I could be the most grumpy guy in this country, but I wasn't rude.

But, of course, that was no reason to leave that subject alone. I just waited for him to sit down and thank me for the food before finally starting that topic that pissed me off all week:

- Listen, half and half-

- It is impolite to speak at the table, Professor Bakugou.

What the fuck did he think he called me out of nowhere? I wasn't even a teacher, damn it! Does he want to joke, by any chance? Because, if it is, there is no way to compete with me in this.

- Fuck, fuck! I came here to talk-

- With the.

Right. Okay. For some reason, I found this ... sexy? Damn, shit, but that was it. He used a fucking deep tone of voice and it still sounded not as a request, but as an order.

And deep down, deep down, I love taking orders.

So, I shut up. I focused solely on that yakisoba dish, which, modestly, was delicious. Todoroki ate slowly, always taking small portions of his chopsticks. Probably, for him, it really would be dinner and nothing more. That way, I really came to think of letting that go. Yes, I wanted to kiss him again - and, who knows, go further - but I wasn't going to die if that didn't happen. If he doesn't show anything, I won't go either.

And it was just me thinking about it that things started to change.

Without looking at me at all, Todoroki moved one of his feet until it touched my leg, where he began to rub himself slowly. Did I stop? No, because I wanted to see how far he was going. It didn't take long for me to move forward, going up to the inside of my thigh. Without realizing it, I started to eat faster, because it was obvious that it was getting me excited. Only, again, unlike me, Todoroki remained calm, finishing his meal and leaving the plate beside him, finally staring at me until I finished mine.

- Do you accept dessert?

Again, he used that fucking good tone of voice, and of course I, as an adult and experienced man, thought he was going to come up to the table and offer himself to me, but what he did was far from that. The dessert was, literally ... dessert! He handed me a Choco Monaka, his favorite ice cream, and again, he seemed to be in no hurry for anything while tasting his precious candy.

- If it doesn't open, it will melt. -He warned me to see that I still had the package closed.

And it was at that moment that his foot reached where he most wanted it. And where I wanted too, I don't deny it. When Todoroki squeezed my cock, I held on to keep from groaning. I still didn't want to surrender to that little teasing game of yours, and if I was supposed to wait for him to finish that ice cream, only then would something happen, I would wait. The worst part was that, contrary to what we usually see in series or movies, Todoroki did not suck that ice cream in an attempt to provoke me. At no time did he flick his tongue, swallow everything, or those shitty things that everyone has seen in scenes of sexual tension between two people involving an ice cream. Also, honestly, that ice cream didn't have a "proper shape" for that. Even so, the fifty-fifty was tough enough to maintain his posture as if NOTHING was happening. He sucked it normally, he hardly looked at me, but at no point did his foot settle.

Like any normal person, I was not made of iron. Of course, my body started to react, and when he realized this, Todoroki brought the other foot to masturbate me. In addition, he also started to look at me in an extremely… seductive way, yeah, that was the word. I had already assumed that I thought that break-in was beautiful, so I had no reason to deny that he did manage to be seductive.

When the fifty-fifty finished his popsicle, I was still halfway through. After all, it was very difficult to concentrate with that shit rubbing against my cock, so much so that the ice cream started to melt, which caught the bourgeois's attention.

- Can't take it anymore, Bakugou? I can help you if you want.

Without waiting for an answer, Todoroki took my hand and brought the ice cream to his mouth. He bit into a medium piece, insisting on running his tongue over his mouth that was not even dirty. Finally, I was at my limit. Before he could walk away, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, ready to kiss him, but I was interrupted by his hand, which covered my mouth.

- Finish your ice cream, professor. I hate waste.

- If you want to fuck talk soon, hell! I make you scream until your throat-

- Finish it. - Again, that fucking authoritative and exciting tone of voice. And again, I surrendered, focusing solely on finishing that ice cream while feeling the movements more and more intense.

As I no longer had a way to hide how much I wanted to have sex with that guy, I stopped holding my moans. If he wanted to provoke me, I would do the same to him. I made a point of moaning loudly, dragged, especially when he pressed me, and finally I saw that he too was running out of patience.

When I finished that candy, Todoroki prevented me from kissing him again. The asshole still held me by the chin, lifting my face with just my fingertips until our eyes met.

- Let's go to the room, okay? There it is better to talk about what you want.

- For the love of my fucking ass, Todoroki! Stop being that shit e- ngh!

"You respect me," he ordered, pulling me by the hair. - It's in my house, remember?

I was a versatile man, but I rarely let someone eat me easily. However, with that crude and authoritarian way, Todoroki Shoto was the first man who left me so eager to sit on a stick.

- Speaking like that, you seem to fucking fuck up, Shoto. - I showed the language when I called him by name. - Is it really? Or do you just make yourself?

- Have you already established that it will be the liability? How cute, Katsuki. I thought you were more stubborn.

- And I thought that you were a good guy - I lied -, but I see that it is far from being so.

And I loved it, just as he didn't seem to care about my comment.

Shoto called me with his finger, asking me to follow him to the famous room where I would use that trampoline stick. As much as I disguised it, I could see that he was as needy as I was, so much so that he was walking so fast that, even in that huge apartment, it took almost nothing to get to his room. When we entered, I slammed the door shut, finally grabbing that man by the shoulders and kissing him the way I wanted to.

As we were not in the middle of the street this time, no one had to "behave". I started to touch him as soon as I stuck my tongue in that mouth, and I made sure to stick our hips to rub my dick in his - which, by the way, was already quite hard. He, on the other hand, grabbed my ass so hard that, even covered in his pants and underwear, I was sure it would be marked.

Honestly, I don't complain. In fact, if possible, I would love to get out of here branded.

It was only when we parted for the first time that Shoto picked me up and carried me to his huge futon, throwing me without much delicacy and soon he fit between my legs. Before I kissed that mouth again, the initiative started to get rid of our clothes. Half and half undid his tie at an absurd speed, while I unbuttoned his shirt, crazy to suck every bit of that breastplate so fucking flawless. Shoto had incredibly clear skin, it would be delicious to mark it, and obviously, I did, starting with his neck.

I distributed several kisses, running my tongue right after, and finally, I started leaving hickeys, throbbing with every moan that came out with that exciting fucking voice. To improve it, he grabbed me by the hair and held me against his neck, making me suck on a single part longer - and harder - resulting in a much more striking hickey than the others. Before I could walk away, Todoroki grabbed me by the hair - he loves to do that, see? For I don't complain - and he kissed me while undressing me. If the half and half wanted to see me naked so badly, I decided to help him, taking off my shirt while he took off my pants, pulling it together with his underwear and leaving me completely naked, crazy to see what he would do next.

- Are you in a hurry, Shoto? Was it dry?

- We have barely started, you are already spreading your legs, and I am the one in the dry? I'm not even naked yet, Katsuki.

- Well, you should, I hate curling up!

Without waiting for me to finish complaining, Shoto moved his mouth over my chest, not only to suck and kiss me, but also to bite me. To be honest, I didn't have a particular weakness. I was very sensitive in general, so just about anything there would make me groan. Since I was already totally surrendered, I wouldn't mind a little shouting that professor's name until his neighbors told us to shut up - which, even so, wouldn't be a reason to stop this fuck.

Shoto was very good with his mouth, both kissing and using it for other things. I couldn't wait to have it right on my ass, making me squirm completely.

- Hmm, S-shoto… - It was my turn to use my foot to stimulate that hard cock that I was dying to see. - Get that shit out soon, c-fuck.

- I see your drought is really heavy, professor. Let's see ... - Shoto grabbed my chin, caressing my mouth with his thumb. - If I give you what you want so much, do you promise you will suck it right and swallow it all in the end?

It made me throb so much that I could have sworn I was going to come, and I just didn't because I had a lot of experience to hold my cum.

- Well, I insist on swallowing everything, Shoto. - In addition to kissing, I licked the finger that passed through my mouth, while looking into his eyes. - I won't waste anything, okay?

- Great, Katsuki. Just like a good boy would do.

It was funny to be called that when I was the oldest among us, but as that kind of compliment got me so fucking excited, I didn't care.

Todoroki straightened up, leaning against the wall and leaving his legs open, giving me space to do what I so wanted.

Like him, I pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time, salivating as he watched the hard cock, eager to shove it into my mouth. Shoto was no abnormal prick from a book written by a teenager, in fact, he was just a little bigger than mine, but he was thick, the way I loved him. Thick cock is much better than thin cock, that is the absolute truth and whoever disagrees, may disagree there at home.

As I was experienced in this, it was not difficult to put it all in my mouth at once. Shoto gasped as soon as he felt my mouth around him, but this time, unfortunately, he didn't grab me by the hair. As much as I was in the most submissive position, it didn't stop me from asking for certain things. So I took his hand and placed it on my head, smiling with his cock in my mouth, hoping he would comply with my request.

- It looks like you love being mistreated, right? By god, Katsuki, how filthy.

And I love being cursed too. Let him try to use this dirty mouth a lot with me.

Leaving that thought aside - for now - I returned to focusing solely on playing with that roll until I received my reward. Shoto moaned in a fucking good way, it made me even more excited to shove it in my mouth deeper and deeper. In addition to swallowing everything, I also used my tongue a lot, of course. He mainly licked the glans, savoring the pre-enjoyment, all while scratching his balls. It was perfect to see that pretty face with a very different expression from the normal one, extremely excited, with those half-closed eyes staring at me all the time. I spent a long time using only my tongue, stopping only when he started to control me, stuffing the whole cock in my mouth. So I decided to play with my testicles in a different way: I started to squeeze them, making Todoroki make even louder sounds, and I started to hope that he was about to come.

Fortunately, my prayers were answered. After I started squeezing his balls, it didn't take long for Todoroki to sneeze all that hot cum right down my throat, and despite choking slightly, I never took his cock out of my mouth. After all, I was a man of my word, and as promised, when he finished coming, I pulled away, swallowing all the liquid before opening my mouth and licking my lips, showing that there was nothing else there.

- How obedient, Katsuki - he praised, stroking my chin. - I like that.

- And now? Will I get what I want?

- Not yet, my dear. I want to have some more fun with you first.

I received a peck and sat on the bed, watching Shoto get up and go over to the fridge in the corner of his room - I thought it was a rich lazy thing who doesn't have the ability to look for something in the kitchen, but do what? - and from there he took out a jar of chocolate sauce. I was not a fool, I knew very well what his intentions would be, and now I say yes!

- Have you tried making with food, Katsuki?

- Just don't be crazy about putting it in my ass. For the rest, be free.

- Credo, never! I prefer to use here ...

Slowly, Shoto pushed me until I was lying down. Then he opened the jar and poured it over my chest, spreading it over my nipples and abdomen with his finger before finally using his mouth. The contrast between the icy syrup and his hot mouth was so perfect that it made me moan easily, grabbing the blanket as I felt every part of my body getting more and more shivered with all those sensations.

In addition to using his mouth, Shoto also pinched me. Obviously, because I was dirty with chocolate, it ended up getting his fingers dirty too, and to solve this "problem", he stuck his fingers in my mouth, making me suck it with the same desire that I sucked that roll.

When he finished cleaning me, the half and half still insisted on sucking my nipple with more hunger. It was a hickey so strong that, most likely, my skin was the color of your neck, but the state of my body was my last concern at that moment.

"How nice it is to prove it to you, Katsuki," he murmured, biting my ear slowly.

- Then prove more of me. I'm waiting.

From the reactions, I was almost sure that he loved my "responsive" side. I knew how to be obedient, but I also knew how to be demanding, and I made that very clear when I prevented him from sucking my dick.

- It is too easy to please me with a blowjob, so why not show your skill by sucking something else?

I showed my tongue, receiving a hickey on it before a bite on the lips.

- Will I have to teach you good manners, Professor Katsuki? Because I see that you like to be demanding.

- Want to educate me, Shoto? Well try. You already called me a good boy, didn't you? What else is missing now?

- Much is missing, but I can say that you will leave here being very obedient. - Practically whispered the last words before, without any delicacy, turn my body face down and stick my face in my ass, giving a long lick in my ass. - And it won't be long before you're crying for me.

- Try. I cried in very few sexes, and even then it was very difficult to get it out of me hmm, p-fuck!

He shut me up with one more lick before focusing on just one place. I say and repeat: Todoroki was very experienced. He was the youngest guy I've ever caught, but he can easily be among the ones who drove me crazy the easiest - and he hadn't even stuck his dick in me yet! Honestly, I was in no hurry, because I loved foreplay.

And like a good scandalous slut, I didn't spare a moan when Shoto started to fuck me with that tongue. He seemed to love seeing me so melted, because every time I screamed, he squeezed me, sucking me harder, which made me more excited to perform another fetish:

-S-shoto, hmm ... B-hit me, please!

Seconds later, I received a slap on the butt. It was so strong that it burned, exactly the way I liked it. It wasn't long before I received another slap, followed by another, another, ending with a hair pull so strong that I leaned back, just as the half and half abandoned my ass, putting my face to the side. mine, sucking my neck and rubbing his hard cock in my ass.

- What other fetishes do you have, Professor Katsuki? Do you want me to help you with anything else?

I wanted him to stop calling me a teacher. It's not like it bothered me, but he was also a teacher, damn it! We didn't need this kind of treatment outside of school, especially when I was at his house, in his bed, about to get his dick in my ass.

- P-first, you n-don't need to c-call me a teacher here, damn it. And second… y-you can- fuck, Shoto! I-I say… p-can me a-handcuff.

Apparently, he loved hearing that.

Shoto muttered a "be right back" and got off me, leaving me slightly frustrated by the lack of contact. I watched him walk to his closet, where he got lubricant and handcuffs, and I confess that, after all I saw today, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a collection of sex toys, and if that was real, I wouldn't mind. come here more often to test everyone.

Finally, when he got back to bed, I was instantly excited. It fit with one leg on each side of my body, then put my hands together and placed them over my head, handcuffing me in that position.

It was frustrating, because I would have no control over anything. But that's exactly why it was delicious.

- I hope you enjoy being eaten like this, Katsuki. Without being able to see me, moving, without being able to do anything other than groan by my name ... It looks great, doesn't it?

- It looks delicious, Shoto. I looked back, showing my tongue to him.

Without rolling any more, Todoroki opened the lubricant, pouring a reasonable amount into my ass and his fingers. While I prepared, I continued to fulfill my requests, always slapping, scratching and tightening my skin. I didn't know if I moaned more through the fingers or the marks that were becoming more and more visible, and that would probably take weeks to come out. In the end, I would definitely be admiring each of them facing the mirror.

After two fingers, I felt I was ready. I rolled with them inside me, crazy to rear my ass, but Shoto stopped me with a slap.

- Lying. I told you, you'll be fucked like that.

Then he put his hand on my head, pressing me against the pillow while finally starting to stick the stick in me. It was my first time giving in that position, and damn it, it was so frustrating that it was delicious. As Shoto had said, I couldn't do anything. I was totally immobilized, I couldn't look at the man who was fucking me, and with his body on mine, I also couldn't roll over. I was practically nothing, I was just there to give pleasure half and half, and I never felt that way. In other words, I never felt so fucking excited.

Since that futon didn't have a sheet - and who knows where the blanket ended up - I had nowhere to grab, and I had no way to move my hands. In other words, there was nothing I could do to alleviate that initial discomfort, other than to swear, which always helped me.

"What a dirty little mouth, Katsuki," he murmured, licking the back of my neck as he got deeper and deeper. - Do you talk like that during class? It would be a very inappropriate posture for a teacher.

- Shit the shit, damn it! T-you don't have to give a hunch on a fuck-ngh, damn it! In fucking no-way!

- Hmm, is it? - He finally pushed himself in until the end, and I gasped with relief, at the same time, obviously, I wanted him to start moving.

But he didn't. Of course, you always need some time to get used to it, whether you're a virgin or not, but several minutes have passed and nothing! He was there, lying on top of me, not moving a muscle.

- Fuck, died !?

- No, I'm perfectly fine.

- S-then fuck it!

He laughed, running his tongue over my cheek and whispering:

- Not.

The way I was, I couldn't move at all. In addition to being handcuffed and with arms up, Shoto's body was bigger than mine, so he managed to cover me completely, leaving me immobilized.

- W-what the fuck, S-shoto… Damn, move!

He did not answer. It started to be excruciating, because I felt that cock throbbing and getting hotter and hotter inside of me, but there was absolutely nothing I could do. Although I moaned, Shoto did not move. I started to get completely dizzy, taken by that delight so delicious and just as torturous, and damn it, I wanted to ask him to do anything, but I didn't have the strength for it.

I was clueless about time, but if I were to kick it, I would say that we were in it for over ten minutes. I was sweating more and more, and Todoroki's warm breath on the back of my neck - along with everything else - didn't help.

- Hm? Why are you crying, Katsu? Was it something I did?

I didn't even notice it when I started crying, but in fact, I was. It was a pleasure and also a frustration, because it was shameful that I was so excited that I couldn't even speak, it seemed like an inexperienced virgin!

- It's so hot and hot inside you ... I could stay here all night.

I felt my breath hitch at the thought of shit like that. I fucking wanted to be fucked! Rolled up, I wanted to lose my voice from screaming, being unable to walk, getting my body sore from so many slaps that I was going to get… That's what I want, hell! That cock inside me was already extremely hot and it kept throbbing, I couldn't take it anymore!

I didn't stop crying anymore. It was only after taking a long breath that I finally managed to form a sentence that made the least sense:

- P-please… f-fucks… s-move…

- Speak more precisely, please. I could not understand you.

Dick in my ass, right? Literally.

- If m-m ... move, p-please ...

Even without looking, I knew he was laughing. Shoto came closer, licking a tear that was streaming down my eye and, just to make me even harder, whispered:

- Did you see? I made you cry without any effort.

Finally, at last, after all this bitching, he pulled himself out to invest inside me at once, and I'm sure I never moaned. so high in my whole life.

Although slow, Shoto's movements were strong and deep, and because of the position, the fabric of the futon was rubbing against my dick the entire time. Adding that to everything that just happened, I would probably enjoy it very soon. Todoroki was being the first in several things: the first to make me feel so willing to give, the first to dominate me so easily, the first to make me cry right at the beginning of the sex, and the first to make me come so quickly .

Yeah, he's good. Very good. I want to be able to repeat this several times.

After making me drool a lot, the fifty-fifty accelerated his movements, stopping now and then to roll slowly, then quickly re-entering. At least, now I was able to groan his name, ask for more, beg, smile; that is, do everything I loved most.

Only, as I had already predicted, I came so fast that I didn't even have a chance to warn him. When he noticed that I was rolling my eyes and shaking, Shoto stopped getting in, pulling out of me and turning to face him, seeing a little sperm pouring down my cock and dirtying my belly, while the rest were in your futon.

- Clean it. - Ordered as soon as I pulled myself together.

Even a little intoxicated by the recent orgasm, I managed to get on my knees. At least, for that I didn't need my hands. Furthermore, I was finally able to lower my arms, which were already numb with that position that never ended - but that was delicious, that is undeniable.

When I bent down to lick my own sperm, I kept looking at Shoto's cock, which was still extremely hard. As I had already stuffed it in my mouth, I had another idea to have fun with him, and I really hoped that my dear dominant would fulfill my request after I finished doing what he ordered me to do.

First of all, I couldn't miss a unique opportunity. I walked on my knees until I was facing Todoroki and, after staring at him for a brief second, I turned around. I lowered my torso until I was face to face with my cum, with my butt high for my partner, and started to lick, ignoring the comment in a low voice made by him and focusing only on that order that I had received.

Licking your own sperm was certainly one of the dirtiest things to do during sex, but it was also one of the most perfect things to use as a tease. That's why, while leaving that clean futon, I started rolling around, smiling as I listened to Shoto gasping while grabbing my ass.

- What a greedy ass you have. By any chance, hasn't anyone eaten you for a long time?

I did not answer. He was busy, after all. I stopped licking my sperm only when the fifty-fifty grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back, visibly pissed.

- I asked you a question.

- And I was following your order, Shoto.

Only there was nothing else there. I had already cleaned everything, and I still left a little in my mouth, insisting on showing some of the whitish liquid on my tongue.

"Oh, and yes, it's been a while since they ate me so well." I took advantage of the position to rub my ass on his cock. - And I hope you fuck me even more, because I'm not tired at all.

The kiss came from him. As they threaded their tongues over mine, he sank back inside me, but again, he didn't move. Before he came up with that idea of ​​standing still again, I pulled our mouths apart, very ready to use my sly side to place an order. I leaned against his shoulder and started to caress his face, slowly, without cutting eye contact.

- Can I choose the position, Shoto? - I spoke very slowly and very slowly, rolling slowly with the stick inside me. - I was obedient, wasn't I? Please, my lord.

Finally, I licked his skin, from the neck to the jaw. Shoto groaned in drag, and I didn't know if it was my lick, my tone of voice, the "sir", or if it was the junction of it all.

Before answering, he distributed kisses over my shoulder and sucked on my skin once more. Great, more brands! Then, slowly, it came out of me, giving me complete freedom to choose what I wanted to do.

Although I love having my hands cuffed, I needed them loose to enjoy the position I wanted. I asked Shoto with the same tone as before, receiving a single condition to be attended:

- I want you to use your nails.

Ah, but with pleasure! As soon as I had my hands free, I asked him to lie down and leave his knees bent. From his face, he already understood what the position would be. Yeah, I was going to ride, but I would have my back to him. I was an extremely exhibited guy, and having sex like that was perfect, precisely because it left me well exposed.

I used his supportive knees and crouched down at once, groaning loudly when I had the whole dick inside me, even if that wasn't the case the first time. I felt Todoroki's hands on my ass, spreading my buttocks to watch that cock go in and out of me. I don't judge him, because I loved to have sex in front of the mirror for that very reason.

There was no order, no "shake it for me, bitch", not least because there wasn't even time for that. I started rolling around almost as soon as I sat down, and unlike the first time, when Shoto moved slowly and hard, I made sure to be faster, accelerating each time I was slapped on the butt. In a few moments, I would stop bouncing just to go up until just the tip of that cock was inside me, wiggling just there, making Shoto completely crazy both for the sight and for the sensation, which I knew was delicious, since I've been in both positions.

When I sat down again, the half-and-half grabbed my ass even more tightly, lifting my hips to trap me and keep me from bouncing. It didn't take me long to feel those hot jets of cum in my ass, and damn it, how good that was! I loved getting sperm on my face, mouth and body, but nothing was more delicious than receiving it inside.

Even filling me with sperm, Shoto's cock remained hard. I took advantage of the fact that he was dizzy and I turned to face him just to observe that expression so surrendered and erotic, and damn it, this man is beautiful for a fuck. Does your ass face keep pissing me off? Yes, but what I'm seeing now is quite different from what I see at school, so at that moment, I have no reason to curse him.

When he started to recover, I bent down to kiss him. It was not as erotic or as long as our previous one, not least because I wanted to help you relax so you could bounce back as soon as possible. When I separated from the kiss, I moved my lips down from his jaw to his nipples, focusing there for a short while before I felt his hands in my hair, and that was enough for me to understand that I should continue.

Now, I was dying to scratch that breastplate, and it was obviously the first thing I did when I moved again.

It was the first time that I had a complete view of Shoto, since the others, I was fucked in the back, and again I have to say that he was very, very handsome. Is tasty. And I fucked like hell. I also kissed too well. At least, all of that made up for the fact that he was a spoiled bourgeois with a face on his ass.

Shoto replaced the slaps on my butt with tightening on my thighs, which I also loved. This first fuck made it very clear that he hated to do nothing, because while I bounced, he also raised his hip, reaching my prostate easily. It was too nice to slide on that thick stick so luscious with cum and lubricant, and every time Todoroki put it in, I scratched it harder.

Because of that "punishment" at the beginning of the sex, I was fully aware that I couldn't take another round. In other words, this would be my chance to do everything I wanted to: get more cum in my ass, cum on Shoto's chest, lick, and still see his face when he reached orgasm.

So, I started to roll around, letting that cock fill everything inside me while I squeezed it. By the way, seeing Shoto roll his eyes as he throbbed inside me was a scene that I should record and keep for myself, of course. Without patience, he grabbed my hips again and started to get into that raw and tasty way that he knew how to do very well. There, I knew that I would no longer have the strength to bounce. I was completely taken by the pleasure that Todoroki Shoto was giving me, and now I just wanted him to have all of me, to use me to satisfy himself while satisfying me.

I threw my body back, using his supporting legs, otherwise I was just going to fall. Todoroki put in, rolled, grabbed my thighs to get deeper, leaving me more and more exhausted and taken by all that delicious feeling.

"Come on, bitch," he said, digging one last time and hitting my prostate.

I came so hard that the jets hit both bodies. I grabbed his thighs as he ejaculated, squeezing, scratching, in short, doing anything to contain that pleasure.

Just as I relaxed, I felt Shoto start to pull himself out. I don't know where he intended to come, but I wasn't going to allow it. With what little strength I had left, I squeezed his legs, smiling at him.

- N-don't even think ...

Initially, he looked at me, confused. He may have thought of things like: I wanted to warm his cock inside me again, or even stop him from coming, but I'm sure he didn't think about what I wanted to do.

After taking a few more breaths, even though I was still filled with post-sex lethargy, I smiled, and in a matter of seconds, Shoto's confused expression disappeared, giving way to a completely erotic one. It turns out that, even without riding, I knew how to provoke. I started to squeeze his cock inside me, and since no one was moving, it was much easier for him to feel only that pleasant sensation of an ass squeezing his cock.

I knew from his face that he wasn't going to put up with much, even because it had been a while since he came. His hoarse and equally deep voice moaning for my name was the culmination of my night, so much so that I couldn't resist and I ended up using the same technique he used to make me come.

- Come to your slut, Shoto.

And that's what he spilled into me again, and obviously I didn't move a single muscle - either because I was too tired or because I didn't want any drops of that sperm to stay out of me.

When that was over, Shoto held my hand while stretching his legs, too exhausted to keep them as they were, but he still remembered to pull me into his chest. Unfortunately, that ended one of my wishes, which was to lick his chest until it was completely clean, but I think everything else paid off.

It was nice to hear his breathing altered while he was there, lying on his chest and holding his hand. Too romantic for someone I just met and I don't have a love relationship, but I don't know, I liked it. I liked it so much that I almost fell asleep, and the only thing that stopped me was the very fifty-fifty.

- I want to give you a bath.

- Please, I fucking have everything.

- You wanted me to come inside.

- And I don't regret it.

We laugh together. We didn't have much of an issue, so the shower was quiet, but it didn't bother me. The only moment we talked was, precisely, about old partners. I quietly assumed that Shoto was the man who made me cry the fastest, exhausted me the fastest, and was also the one who best dominated me.

- Was I just the man? Have you ever been dominated by women, Katsu?

"Yes," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, since that matter was not a taboo for me. - Look at Camie, I couldn't help it ... Got it?

- So-so. I am not interested in women, but it is undeniable that she is very beautiful.

Then Shoto told me about his partners. He liked to maintain the dominant / submissive relationship, and even with his twenty-one years old, he already had a good number of guys on his "list".

He lent me a long T-shirt and I was left without underwear. There was no reason why I was ashamed to be like that in front of him after everything we did, right? And, as a good dominant, Shoto obviously did not forget the aftercare, bringing me yakisoba, a juice and a candy. Obviously, the candy was the famous chocolate with pepper. Even when I saw the yakisoba, I remembered a question that I wished I had asked before, but that I ended up forgetting for reasons of "standing on my dick":

- Why had a plate of yakisoba waiting for you? Did you happen to know that I would come?

- No, dear, is that my brother studies at night and arrives much later than the rest of the family, but as he is the only one who pays in the kitchen, he always tries to leave something for us. The only thing I did about our date was to ask my father and my other brothers to eat outside so that we would have more privacy.

To be called "darling" after being cursed was even comical. I loved it.

At the time of my dessert, I broke a square of chocolate and left half out of my mouth, looking at Todoroki. Understanding the message almost immediately, he approached, starting a slow kiss with the candy between us. It was nice to kiss him like this: slowly, calmly, grabbing his hair and pulling it slowly… I don't know, I wasn't romantic at all, but these gestures with Shoto were good, very good.

We ended the kiss with a peck, and the chocolate - now much smaller - ended up staying with him. There was no subject for a long time, not least because we stayed there, exchanging glances for a long time, and we only stopped when he settled on the bed, pulling me close and letting me lie down the way I wanted. I ended up choosing to lie on his chest, because sleeping like this is much better than spooning.

"Hey," I called, breaking the silence. - I still find you unbearable.

This time, he laughed, squeezing my ass before looking at me and answering:

- When will I stop being?

- Never. But don't leave. I like it that way.

I hope he got my message, because I wasn't going to repeat that anytime soon. Luckily, he said nothing more, and I ended up falling asleep a few minutes later, completely exhausted after having the best night of sex in my nearly thirty years.

~~

A few days passed after that. I continued to interact with Shoto as usual, avoiding any more intimate matters at that school, but obviously the conversations continued on the cell phone. Of course, Camie heard about it, and her reaction was to say, "I knew it!" followed by a "one that envies you", but offered all the support in case we needed a "hidden place".

Speaking of Camie, I found that, in the very first week, Shoto asked her about me. In other words, I was totally exposed to the guy who wanted to catch me, from the most sexual things to the most shameful things, like the fact that I was afraid of spiders, cockroaches and ... pigeons. Yes, pigeons. I fucking hate this animal, if it comes at me I run hitting my head and thank you if someone is around to expel it. Fortunately, until then, he didn't use any of that against me, and in fact it even helped to increase the intimacy between us, as I had no desire to hide things from him.

Returning to the subject Todoroki: during the messages we exchanged, we didn't just talk about "I want your dick". The subjects were diverse, fun, we talked more about each other, and damn, you know that "I bit my tongue"? That's what I did. After sitting on that stick and moaning that name a lot, I realized that Shoto really was amazing, and for the first time I told him that without shame. On the cell phone, of course, but I said, and I still got an "I admire you a lot too, Katsuki".

I'm really happy to be with someone like him, even though none of us have made anything official yet.

On Thursdays, we were the only teachers in the room at the penultimate time, since everyone else was in class. And even though I saw Shoto every day, I missed kissing him. That is, when I saw him putting his things in the closet, I smiled, taking a chocolate and repeating what I did that day, putting half out and half in my mouth. When I approached, he soon realized my intention and pulled me by the back of the neck at the same moment. It was good to kiss him in a place considered public, because the feeling of being caught at any moment was exciting. Fortunately - or unfortunately - we were not caught, so I made no effort to detach from him when the kiss ended. This time, the chocolate was with me.

- Are you free today? I asked, running a hand through his hair.

- Yes, I am. Dinner?

- Yes, in my house. I will cook for you.

- What an honor, Katsuki.

We kissed again, anxious to be lying in my bed in a few hours, moaning, sweating and screaming.

I believe that, if it weren't for the chocolate and pepper, I would still be looking at Shoto with an ass face and rolling my eyes just for being in the same environment as him. Or, maybe, just maybe, even without the candy, I would end up getting where we are now. Because, despite being my favorite chocolate, in the end, I probably would have fallen in love with Shoto anyway.