The class dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Sebastian's voice droned in the background, something about fragmented narrators and postmodern deconstruction, but Kota had tuned out completely after the first ten minutes. His head stayed down on his folded arms, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and even. He wasn't asleep, just resting, letting the pretentious gibberish wash over him like white noise. Every now and then Sebastian would pause and scan the room, checking to see if anyone dared to look bored, but Kota's position in the back corner made him easy to overlook.
His phone buzzed in his pocket. He cracked one eye open and glanced around. Sebastian was at the whiteboard, drawing some elaborate diagram about narrative structure that nobody was paying attention to. Kota slipped his phone out under the desk and checked the screen.
[9:23 AM] Theo: Darling. Come to my office. Right now. Please. (´;ω;｀)
[9:23 AM] Theo: I need you. Urgently. Desperately. I've been thinking about you all morning and I can't focus on anything.
[9:24 AM] Theo: Hurrrrry. And make sure you're not followed. We can't have another Delgado incident.
Kota grinned. He hadn't jerked off at all yesterday. His body had been too exhausted from the concert, the fight, the endless parade of femboys. But now, after a full night of rest and a morning of doing nothing but sitting in class, the familiar pressure in his balls was building back up with a vengeance. His hyperspermia meant he needed to cum at least five times a day minimum, and since he had skipped yesterday entirely, today he was going to need at least ten loads just to keep the pressure manageable.
[9:25 AM] Kota: On my way.
He waited until Sebastian turned his back to write something else on the board, then slipped out of his seat and headed for the door. A few students glanced up, but nobody said anything. Kota was practically untouchable now, his reputation as the guy with the monster cock and the principal's favor preceding him everywhere he went.
The hallways were empty, everyone still in first period. Kota walked quickly, his sneakers squeaking faintly on the freshly waxed floor. He took the long way around to avoid the science wing where Mr. Delgado might be lurking, cutting through the gym hallway and up the back stairs near the library. The principal's office was at the far end of the admin wing, tucked behind a set of double doors with frosted glass.
He knocked once. The door swung open immediately and a hand shot out, grabbing the front of his white hoodie and yanking him inside. The door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking into place with a sharp, final sound.
Theo was on him instantly, arms wrapped tight around his neck, face buried in his chest. He was still wearing the crisp navy suit from earlier, but the tie was loosened and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. His blond hair was slightly mussed, like he had been running his hands through it repeatedly. His body trembled against Kota's, a full body shiver of pure, desperate need.
"You came," Theo breathed, his voice muffled against Kota's hoodie. "Thank you. Thank you. I've been losing my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about you. About this morning. About the panties. About everything."
Kota hugged him back, one hand coming up to stroke Theo's hair. "I was in class. Sebastian was monologuing about postmodernism."
"I don't care about postmodernism." Theo pulled back just enough to look up at him, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glassy and dark with arousal. "Sit down. Please. On the chair. I need to show you something."
Kota raised an eyebrow but obeyed, dropping into the large leather chair in front of Theo's massive oak desk. The same chair where he had sat during their first real encounter, when Theo had stammered and blushed and offered him a 4.0 GPA and immunity from suspension in exchange for being dominated. It felt like a lifetime ago.
Theo walked around to the other side of the desk, his hips swaying with that hypnotic rhythm, his massive ass clapping softly with each step. He grabbed his computer monitor and turned it around so Kota could see the screen.
Kota leaned forward. Then he burst out laughing.
The monitor was filled with browser tabs, at least fifteen of them, all loaded with femboy porn. There were videos paused mid thrust, close ups of stretched holes and tiny cocks and massive bouncing asses. There were image galleries of femboys in lingerie, femboys bent over desks, femboys getting railed in positions that looked physically impossible. One tab was open to a forum thread titled "Biggest Cocks Still Left in the World (Post Vanishing Edition)" and another was a shaky amateur video clearly filmed in a high school bathroom.
"Theo," Kota said slowly, still laughing, "have you been gooning to femboy porn for the entire first period?"
Theo's face turned bright red. He reached over and quickly closed a few of the more explicit tabs, though the damage was already done. "I couldn't help it. You were in class and I was in here alone and I started thinking about you and then I started thinking about what we did last time and then I started thinking about what I want to do next time and then one thing led to another and—" He buried his face in his hands. "I'm a mess. A complete mess. You've ruined me."
"Theo, your hornyness is gonna be a problem," Kota said, still grinning. "You're the principal. You're supposed to be running a school. What if someone walked in?"
"The door was locked," Theo mumbled into his hands. "And I don't care. I don't care about any of it. I just care about you." He dropped his hands and looked at Kota with those desperate, needy eyes. "How about you fix me, darling?"
Before Kota could respond, Theo crossed the room and straddled his lap in one smooth motion. His legs fell on either side of Kota's thighs, his massive ass settling heavily onto Kota's lap. The heat of his body radiated through both layers of their clothes, and Kota could feel the unmistakable press of Theo's tiny cocklet, already hard and straining against the front of his suit pants. Theo's hands cupped Kota's face, his thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, and then he leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was deep and hungry and desperate, Theo's tongue pushing past Kota's lips immediately, tasting and exploring with frantic energy. He moaned into Kota's mouth, the sound high and breathy, his hips already starting to roll in slow, grinding circles. The friction of his ass against Kota's rapidly thickening cock was maddening, the layers of fabric doing nothing to dull the heat.
Kota's hands found Theo's waist, gripping the slim curve of it through the expensive suit jacket. He kissed back just as hard, sucking on Theo's tongue, biting gently at his lower lip, swallowing every desperate little sound that spilled from his boyfriend's throat. Theo's fingers slid into Kota's hair, tugging lightly, pulling him closer, deeper.
"I need you," Theo gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "I need you so badly. It's been too long. Saturday was amazing but it wasn't enough. It's never enough. I want you inside me. I want you to fill me up. I want you to make me forget my own name."