”Ugh, why do we have to take Body Worship again?” Sebastian groaned as they entered the lecture hall after lunch. He waved away Kurt’s exasperated look. “I know caring is important and all, even for Possessives, but can’t it be like a one-off lesson instead of an entire semester?”

“Maybe you’re missing the point,” their teacher Mrs. Cardinal reprimanded behind him.

He quickly spun around, bowing his head respectfully. “Yes, of course, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“I think we should start the lesson with you. See if we can’t clear things up.”

“I would honored, ma’am, but I’m in training this week.” He gestured to the leash he was holding which was connected to a standard training collar on a naked brunet kneeling at his side. Sebastian leaned down slightly to pet Ethan’s hair, his hand catching on the buckle of the ball gag in the other boy’s mouth.

Mrs. Cardinal smiled at the sub, who had immediately touched his head to the floor when she had arrived. “Ah, yes, of course. Do you have his papers?” Sebastian was quick to produce Ethan’s training contract and evaluation forms and handed them over. “We have another this week, too, I think. Aaron?” She called out, walking quickly over to a tall blonde who was guiding a muscled boy, naked but for the leather cuffs around his wrists, to the front row of seats.

Sebastian continued into the room with Kurt, Ethan crawling obediently behind them, and they both settled next to an already seated Blaine and Jeff.

After everyone arrived and roll-call was taken, Mrs. Cardinal began her lecture. She covered in ever-increasing detail the many erogenous zones on the male and female bodies for the first hour, then turned off the projector.

“Since some of you,” she glanced pointedly at Sebastian, “seem confused as to the importance that body worship can have in a sexual relationship, I think a demonstration is in order. Kurt. Jeff.”

Both boys immediately joined her at the front of the class. “Jeff, you know the drill. Implementing the techniques you’ve learned so far this semester, try your best to bring Kurt to the point of begging without actually initiating orgasm. You may begin by undressing him as we’ve discussed.”

Jeff grinned impishly at his friend. He always loved when he got to perform. Kurt rolled his eyes at him good-naturedly before hopping up onto the wooden demonstration table.

It took a long five minutes for Jeff to completely divest Kurt of his clothes. His fingers not quite catching the shirt buttons, which interrupted his sensuality with bursts of frustration, and lingering a little too long on Kurt’s calves as he stripped off his slacks. But Kurt was smiling and warm when he finally leaned him down onto the table. 

Then it was another five of kissing him briefly on the mouth before moving down to suck at his collarbone and worry bruises into his pecs. The second he caught one of Kurt’s nipples between his teeth, the other boy was arching into him with a needy mewl. But it wasn’t enough. He had to actually vocalize his begging for Jeff to have succeeded.

So he slipped a hand down Kurt’s front and circled his hardening cock. After a few strokes, Kurt was grasping at his shoulders and arching into him even more insistently. Blaine’s words from earlier that week -he’s so eager- coming to mind.

Jeff smiled, “That’ta boy.”

However, a minute later, his teacher was pulling him back by the collar of his shirt and he was stumbling on shaky legs onto the hard floor. Kurt was panting, his hands fisted on the table at his sides, his hips still thrusting up into empty air. He keened in frustration, knowing he wasn’t allowed to come.

“Too fast and too quick to go directly to penile stimulation,” Mrs. Cardinal instructed Jeff. “The idea is to lather him with so much attention that he begs you for release, not that you give him release before he begs.” She pushed the blonde back in the direction of his seat. “Here, Kurt,” she then soothed while handing him a cold bottle of water.

“Ok, Blaine, why don’t you try next.” The boy immediately followed her summons, despite the groans echoing around him. He ignored his peers, walking down the stadium seating to the front of the class.

“Mrs. C, that’s not fair. He doesn’t even have to try!” One of them shouted from the back.

Their teacher looked unimpressed. “Precisely, Daniel. Pay attention, you could learn something.”

“It’s like cheating. They have crazy chemistry together,” Jeff grumbled. When Blaine passed by him, he threw out, “I warmed him up for you!”

Blaine grinned at his competitiveness. “Then I’ll just have to cool him back down.”

When he reached the demonstration table, he looked to the teacher who was smiling kindly at him. “If you will,” she gestured to his prone friend. “Kurt, are you ready?”

The brunet popped open his eyes. His breathing had returned to normal and his cock was now lying softly against his thigh. He recapped the water bottle and placed it off the side and then rest his head back on the table. “Yes, ma’am.”

Blaine hitched one hip up onto the table, sitting sideways so his feet dangled over the edge. He reached down hold one of Kurt’s hands and brought it up to his mouth to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles. He let his lips drag from one digit to the next, gazing down fondly at his friend. 

Kurt’s pupils were blown wide already, though Blaine wasn’t entirely sure that wasn’t because he was still coming down from his high with Jeff. He kept his gaze locked on the other boy as he turned his palm up to expose his wrist and let his other hand slide down his forearm to play lightly at the soft spot inside his elbow. When he craned his head down, nosing at the strong scent lingering on the inside of Kurt’s wrist and then placing an open-mouthed kiss there as if to drink it up, Kurt’s breath hitched loud enough for everyone to hear.

Blaine twisted then and brought himself fully up onto the table. He let his body hover over his friend, most of his weight resting on one knee in between Kurt’s thighs. He leaned down slowly to capture Kurt’s mouth in a firm kiss.

Blaine took his time, slowly opening him up from just a slide of lips to the touch of a tongue to a stroke along the roof of his mouth. Kurt moaned beneath him, his fingers drifting up Blaine’s arms until they were entrenched in his hair at the back of his neck. He wasn’t allowed to do much touching as the receiving party, but he could do a little. And he couldn’t stop himself from digging in and pulling a little on his tormentor’s curls when Blaine released his mouth to suck at his earlobe.

“Oh God,” he murmured, his feet kicking out as if that could rid himself of the tingles shooting down his spine.

“Shh,” Blaine cooed. “I’ve got you.”

He ran his tongue flatly down the prominent vein in Kurt’s neck, swirling it in the hollow of his collarbone before sucking the nearest patch of skin until it was flush with blood. He shifted his hips up and away when Kurt tried to buck up into him, but kept their thighs touching to help anchor the boy.

“Not yet, baby, not yet.”

Kurt keened helplessly. His mouth opened with a pant and Blaine could tell he was on the verge of freeing that magic word that would end this.

Jeff really had worked him up if he was already so close. Which meant he had to slow things down again.

Blaine nuzzled against his neck and pressed their chests fully up against each other. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

And Kurt did, feeling every point of contact of their skin as his lungs expanded out and then a thrill of delicious weight when they contracted back down again. It was a comfort instead of an excitement and after a few deep breaths, he felt his hard-on softening again. He groaned in frustration and tried to squirm up to find that much needed friction, but Blaine separated at that exact moment.

Kurt had let his eyes slip closed and so was caught off guard when Blaine returned for a soft kiss next. It was simple and easy with no hint of more, but it was also precious and tender and warmed Kurt from the inside out. Their lips seemed to float together for ages until Kurt forgot where he was or how much time was left in the class period or if he had parts of himself other than his lips. His hands had long ago slipped from Blaine’s hair to his broad shoulders, but now they fell even further until they, like the rest of him, were loose and pliant on the table.

On his next breath he let out a low sound that was almost a purr. Blaine moved then, sliding his fingertips down Kurt’s chest just barely enough to raise the tiny hairs on his belly. He let one hand continue down, quickly jumping past his groin, to curl around the muscle of his thigh and knead the flesh there. His tongue came out again, licking at the beaded sweat lined up on Kurt’s chest like a trail of bread crumbs that led from his sternum, across the ridge of one rib until Blaine was suddenly circling his left nipple with moist heat. He flicked at the hardened nub teasingly.

Kurt gasped, his arms flying up suddenly to grip at Blaine’s biceps for purchase. “Fuck,” he groaned when Blaine took the nipple into the cavern of his mouth and suckled. His body arched up, not his hips like with Jeff, but his chest as it ached for more delicious attention.

Blaine happily accommodated him. He left one nipple to lick the other, reaching up to tweak the spit-slick one between his thumb and forefinger. Kurt’s breathing started to become labored and his erection now very proudly stood up away from his stomach.

The hand Blaine had on his thigh reached down to hook his knee and bring Kurt’s leg up over his hip. He let his mouth slip from Kurt’s nipple to sit up and skim kisses down his thigh instead. He traced his hand from the tips of Kurt’s toes to the tender spot under his knee to the soft skin just below his cock, following his hand with his mouth the entire time.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, almost despite himself. Talking was allowed, but today’s lesson had been about the power of physicality not compliments, so he was doing his best to avoid them.

He sank down against Kurt’s stomach, his mouth and hands making the muscle quiver. When he reached around to grasp one globe of Kurt’s perfectly formed ass in his hand, the other boy finally lost it, thrusting upwards wantonly, his loud moans turning to words.

“Yes, yes, please. Oh god, Blaine, please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me, suck me-ungh I don’t- anything, something, just please.”

Blaine craned his head around to arch an eyebrow at his teacher. She nodded, telling him “well done” before signalling that he could finish. He turned back around, ignoring Mrs. Cardinal’s recap to the other students on what he’d done successfully and how they could repeat these important steps of foreplay on their own, and finally gave Kurt what he was pleading for.

Their bodies slipped together as if they were one unit. It only took a few strokes and little bit of Kurt rutting against Blaine’s own clothed cock before the brunet was coming across his chest with a throaty groan.

“Thank you,” he whispered mindlessly once he’d regained the power of speech. Blaine just smiled fondly down at him, pecking him lightly on the lips.

“Anytime.”