Omega Teacher’s Secret

trail of precome.
“You look so good,” Brad growled, cupping Ian’s ass.
Then he pushed his hot cock between Ian’s cheeks, opening him up with his sheer thickness. Ian scrabbled for something to hold onto. So he wasn’t fucking himself on Brad’s cock.
But what was the point of holding back?
Brad ground against his hole, and Ian jerked.
“Need,” he panted.
Brad reached around, closing his fist around Ian’s cock. “Can’t see. Wanna see this when I fuck you. Wanna see you come.”
“Not sure how you can do that,” Ian said.
Brad chuckled, low and gravelly. “Really? It’s right in front of you.”
He reached forward, pulling on the visualizer’s mechanical arm. Brad tugged the arm closer, then angled the camera so it pointed down at Ian’s cock.
The camera focused. The image flashed onto the projector screen behind the desk, and Ian’s face scorched.
He’d seen his cock, sure. But there was nothing like seeing your most intimate parts magnified by a hundred times, your flushed tip pushing out of your foreskin, dripping precome onto the desk. And Brad was looking at it, his eyes catching every incriminating detail of Ian’s arousal.
“Very nice,” he growled.
He took Ian’s tip between his fingers, squeezing it to open Ian’s glistening piss-slit. More precome leaked onto the desk. Then Brad dragged Ian’s foreskin back, exposing the entire tip of his cock.
Ian’s face burned. “This is obscene.”
“This is you horny for me.” Brad’s pride was apparent in his voice. He closed his fingers around Ian’s cock, pumping it base to tip.
Ian threw his head back, throbbing in Brad’s fist.
Someone could come looking for them. They were in class. Except the blinds were shut, the doors were locked, and there was only the sharp rasp of their breathing, and Ian’s heart pounding in his ears.
“Mine,” Brad whispered.
He dragged the scent glands on his wrists down Ian’s chest, over his belly, then down his cock, marking Ian’s skin with walnut. Ian groaned, trembling. He wanted to be Brad’s. It was wrong, and right now, Ian didn’t care.
Brad reached down, grasped Ian’s bare cheeks, and pulled them apart. So he exposed Ian’s hole, and Brad could slide into him so very easily.
“Last chance to say no.” Brad’s breath puffed hot in Ian’s hair. He nudged his blunt tip against Ian’s entrance, a thick, firm pressure. Ian rocked back, trying to take him inside.
“Stop teasing, damn you!” Ian hissed.
Brad growled. Then he slung his muscular arm around Ian’s chest, and with his other hand, he held Ian’s hips against himself. Pushed his tip between Ian’s cheeks, rocking it up and down, until it caught against Ian’s hole and sank in.
Ian cried out, his body stretching open around Brad, his cock pulsing. Brad was a thick, unyielding length inside him, thrusting deeper and deeper, until it felt as though there was nothing inside Ian that he hadn’t claimed.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Brad growled, pinning Ian against the desk. Then he pushed all the way in, and Ian panted. Had no words to respond.
Brad slipped his hand around Ian’s cock. Held him there. Then he bent Ian forward a little, and began to thrust, every stroke sending sparks of pleasure down Ian’s nerves.
Ian’s breath shook out of him. The used sheets of papers crumpled in his hands, and he didn’t know who he was anymore.
It was better than all the fantasies he’d had on lonely nights, even better than seven years ago, when Brad had held him.
Because Brad was holding him now, he was fucking Ian, his chest pressed against Ian’s back. Ian sank back down onto him, trying to make him go deeper, trying to show Brad how much he wanted this.
Brad growled. Snapped his hips, so he dragged a line of pleasure through Ian’s body, made his cock jerk.
Then Brad built a rhythm, thrusting deep. It was all Ian could do to keep himself on his feet. A couple times, Brad fucked right up against his prostate. Ian cried out. Brad tried to replicate those thrusts. Ian shuddered, incoherent sounds falling from his lips.
This? It felt right. Ian belonging to an alpha, Ian’s alpha touching him, marking Ian as his own.
“I can’t—can’t hold on,” Ian panted, his body tightening, his cock over-sensitive in Brad’s hand. “Brad—please.”
“Come for me,” Brad growled.
He fucked in, hard and vicious, his hips slamming against Ian’s. Ian’s eyes rolled back in his head, his need climbing. His body felt like a bundle of nerves, right on the edge of release.
Then he came in a rush of pleasure, his toes curling, his body clenching around Brad’s cock. Couldn’t think with the sensations rocking through his body.
Behind him, Brad swore, his hands gripping Ian’s hips, his cock jerking as he came, filling Ian with his seed.
For a while, Ian drifted. He thought of nothing but white noise, the aftershocks of sensation in his body, and Brad’s strong arms around him. It was good. He didn’t know when he’d last experienced this, being fucked so thoroughly he could do nothing but relax.
He breathed in. Waited for his heart to slow. Brad’s lips dragged over his shoulders, his fingers stroking down Ian’s arms.
When Ian opened his eyes, he saw the bright glow of the visualizer. Beyond that, the shadowy darkness of the room. They were in a classroom. He’d been using the visualizer to teach.
Hell, he was a professor, and here he was, his spent cock on the projector screen, flushed and shameful.
Ian groaned, covering his cock. He needed to hide his face. “Shit.”
Brad kissed his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Do you want my knot?”
Ian paused, torn. Brad’s knot was already starting to swell, stretching him open. It felt good, and Ian wanted to sink back, take Brad’s knot so it soothed his body.
“I shouldn’t,” he said.
Brad pulled back, his knot stretching Ian’s hole, easing out. Ian groaned. Then Brad slid out of him in a whisper of velvety skin, and Ian fought down the pang of longing in his chest.
It had been a while since he’d taken a knot. He shouldn’t want Brad back inside him.
“You okay?” Brad