Wyn

[petty_dabbler]

The day was finally done. He shooed out the last of the students, swung the door closed, and lit a cigarette right there in the basement.

These children were going to be the death of him. Maybe he could convince Guy to teach a lesson or two on pertinent symbols.

With his cig in his mouth, John rolled up his sleeves and sat cross legged in the center of a circle surrounded my mystical runes and symbols. The circle began to glow gold as he performed the ritual to strengthen the protections in the Dark Arts room. John was sure they were one student fuck up away from a schoolwide disaster.

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[petty_dabbler]

John clenched the sheet in his fist as Wyn gripped him and stole every thought. Everything shrank to a single pinpoint of pleasure.

He came hard, grunting his way through it. Every bone became jelly.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he sighed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling at him, keeping him near.

"Perfect," he purred.

[petty_dabbler]

It took a moment, John frozen above him, but then he gracelessly tumbled to the side and hit the bed with a thud. He flung out his arms and groaned.

"I'm dead," he panted.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn laughed softly, then rolled closer, curling up beside him.

"Don't be dead."

[petty_dabbler]

"Alright. Maybe just a light coma," he said, then chuckled at himself. It seemed to take effort, but John flung his arm over Wynn and rolled to face him.

"You're amazing," he said. "A man could lose his heart to you."

Like he had. John had always fallen in love fast, and though not one time did it work out, he kept trying. He kept diving in and clutching that delight of falling in love. It was almost like a drug.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're sweet," Wyn said, not taking it too seriously. He didn't want to get his heart hurt by falling for a professor. There was no way that didn't end with his heart crushed.

[petty_dabbler]

"You're sweet," he countered, moving in to give him a lazy, clumsy kiss.

He was a fool, and damned if he simply did not care. He was happy for now, and that was enough.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn laughed brightly, returning the kiss and pulling John closer. Their noses bumping a little as he smiled against his lips.

[petty_dabbler]

His smile met John's as he kissed him and nuzzled against his nose.

Reality crashed back down.

"You can't let this get around," he said quietly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I won't," Wyn promised. "I won't tell."

[petty_dabbler]

"And you know you don't get to skiv off class? I might even hold you to a higher standard now," he smiled, teasing lightly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Of course, sir," Wyn purred playfully. "I'd never miss a lesson."

[petty_dabbler]

"Sir. Dirty," he chuckled.

Reinvigorated a bit, John reached for his ass and gave it a squeeze before assaulting him with a slow, hard kiss.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn grinned against John's lips, rutting against him playfully. His cock was already twitching back to life, and he nipped at John's lower lip as he squirmed against him.

[petty_dabbler]

Oh, to be fucking young. It'd take John and hour or more to be so frisky. Just one of many reasons he gravitated to his students.

"You want to stay? A bit...all night?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"If you don't mind, I think that might be nice," Wyn said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"I don't mind at all," John smiled. He held him comfortably and settled into the pillow. He wasn't sleepy, but he was absolutely spent.

"I like how you talk about New York. Tell me a story, then."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Like what? Like walking the city streets in the rain, darting into quiet little bookshops and cafe's? Or... Walks in central park, trying to visit every nook and cranny..."

[petty_dabbler]

John listened, rapt, as Wyn narrated the streets and places of the city. Some things he could clearly envision, having visited them himself.

"I haven't been there in years. It was a shithole back in the 80's when I was your age."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Really? Tell me about it," Wyn pressed. He loved listening to John just talk.

[petty_dabbler]

"It was 82, or maybe 83, and I was in a band. Never got famous enough for money, but famous enough for an international tour. That tour being New York, Detroit, and Minneapolis...some other spots. Never got out of New York, though. Wound up working until we could get the cash for tickets home."

He talked on and on about the punk scene, about cocaine, about beautiful men, beautiful women, queers and thugs and con men. Drug addicts, hookers, the underside of the city people liked to ignore. But he spoke about all of it with a fondness only nostalgia could offer.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn settled against him, listening quietly.

"Sounds exciting," he said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

"It was amazing. At the time it was both awful and wonderful. And now, if I could go back..."

He reached over to the side table and grabbed a cig and lit it with his fingertip, squirming to sit up a bit.

"...I wouldn't go back. Glory days, hmm?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I guess," Wyn said, watching the other man.

[petty_dabbler]

John had so many old stories, tales of time gone by. He'd told them again and again, always with the same inflection, the same jokes. and the students always made him feel as original and interesting as if he hadn't been reliving his youth for their enjoyment. It was a powerful thing, to feel like this. To feel fascinating.

And, oh, did he love the way Wyn looked at him.

"It'd be interesting to go together," he suggested lightly.