Theo stood frozen in the doorway, water dripping from his hair onto the floor, his face a shade of crimson so deep it was almost purple.
His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
His eyes were locked on the laptop screen where his father’s face was frozen in an expression of cold, disapproving fury.
The towel lay in a heap at his feet, forgotten.
His tiny cocklet, still soft, twitched slightly as if trying to retreat into his body.
Kota looked at the screen.
Theodore Hawthorne Senior’s jaw was tight, his nostrils flared, his eyes narrowed to slits.
The silence stretched on for an eternity, thick and suffocating.
Then Kota did something neither of them expected.
He shrugged.
“You know what, sir?
I’m gonna enjoy a nice day with my boyfriend.
In my own home.” He stood up from the desk chair with deliberate calm, the laptop still open, the camera still rolling.
He walked over to Theo, whose eyes were wide with a mixture of horror and confusion.
Kota reached out and pulled Theo against him.
Theo let out a startled little gasp, his hands coming up automatically to brace against Kota’s chest.
Before he could say anything, Kota crashed their mouths together.
It was not a gentle kiss.
It was aggressive, demanding, the kind of kiss that left no room for argument.
His tongue slid deep, his hands dropped to Theo’s bare ass, and he squeezed hard enough to make Theo moan against his lips.
Theo’s initial shock melted into eager compliance.
He melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Kota’s neck, his body pressing flush against him.
The laptop screen continued to broadcast the entire thing to Theodore Hawthorne Senior, whose expression had shifted from fury to something unreadable.
Kota broke the kiss just long enough to turn his head toward the camera.
His lips were shiny, his breathing slightly elevated, his eyes dark with defiance.
“This meeting is over, sir.”
Then he turned back to Theo and captured his mouth again, kissing him even deeper, one hand tangling in those wet blond locks, the other still gripping a handful of that massive ass.
Theo whimpered into the kiss, completely lost, his earlier embarrassment forgotten.
On the other side of the screen, Theodore Hawthorne Senior watched for a long moment.
His son, naked and moaning, being thoroughly ravished by this common student who had just hung up on him in the most disrespectful way possible.
His finger hovered over the disconnect button, but he didn’t press it right away.
Finally, he unplugged the monitor, cutting the feed.
The room fell into silence, broken only by the soft hum of the computer.
He sat back in his leather chair, staring at the dark screen for a long moment.
Then, quietly, a small, unexpected smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Kid’s got balls,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head.
One hour later, the bedroom was a mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes.
Kota and Theo lay sprawled across the mattress, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat, their limbs intertwined.
The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, painting golden stripes across their skin.
Theo’s bed hair had somehow gotten even more chaotic, sticking up in every direction, and his lips were swollen from an hour of kissing.
His ass was red from Kota’s hands, and his thighs were still trembling.
Kota turned his head on the pillow, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.
He looked at Theo, really looked at him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the glassy eyes, the way his mouth was still slightly open from all the moaning.
Something surged inside him, hot and insistent and impossible to ignore.
He lunged.
Theo let out a startled squeak as Kota rolled on top of him, pinning him to the mattress.
“Kota!
Already?
You’re insatiable!”
“I Can’t get enough.” Kota growled, already lowering his head to nip at Theo’s neck.
“Round…
who’s even counting anymore.”
“At least twelve, I think.
Maybe thirteen.” Theo giggled breathlessly, arching his back as Kota’s teeth grazed his collarbone.
“Not that I’m complaining.
I love it when you’re feral.
I love it when you can’t keep your hands off me.”
Kota’s hands were already roaming, sliding down Theo’s sides, gripping his hips, positioning himself between those spread thighs.
His cock, which had been soft moments ago, was thickening again with alarming speed.
They were about to start.
Kota’s cock was pressing against Theo’s entrance, the head already slick with a mixture of lube and cum.
Theo’s legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping Kota’s shoulders, his breath coming in short, excited gasps.
This was it.
This was the moment.
The bedroom door opened.
Kota froze.
His entire body went rigid, his eyes shooting toward the door.
“Fuck.
It’s my dad.”