Kota's hand was gentle in Sebastian's hair, fingers barely tugging at the black strands as he guided the English teacher's head closer. The bunny ears wobbled with every nervous twitch. Sebastian's breath was hot and uneven against the tip of Kota's cock, his lips hovering just a millimeter away from contact.
"Easy," Kota murmured, his voice low and steady. "Just the tip first. Get used to it."
Sebastian's internal monologue erupted into pure chaos. The tip. He said just the tip. That's manageable. The tip is the smallest part. The tip is the welcome mat. The tip is the appetizer before the main course. He could do the tip. He had done the tip before. Sort of. Not really. But conceptually he understood the tip.
He opened his mouth and let the head slide past his lips.
The taste hit him immediately. Salty and warm and undeniably cock. His brain short circuited for a solid three seconds. Oh god. Oh god I'm doing it. I'm actually doing it. I'm sucking a cock. A real cock. A massive, throbbing, impossibly thick cock. This is happening right now. In Theodore Hawthorne's bedroom. While wearing a bunny costume. This is not how I imagined my teaching career progressing.
Kota's hand pressed down slightly, guiding him to take more. Sebastian opened his jaw wider, feeling the stretch in his cheeks. The head pushed deeper, sliding across his tongue, pressing against the roof of his mouth. He tried to remember every blowjob tip he had ever read in his desperate, late night research sessions. No teeth. Keep your lips over your teeth. Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. Relax your throat? How was he supposed to relax his throat when there was an eight inch cock trying to occupy the same space as his airway?
He was doing okay. Was he doing okay? He couldn't tell. Kota wasn't making any sounds. Was that good? Was that bad? Maybe Kota was bored. Maybe Kota had had much better blowjobs from much more experienced people and Sebastian was just a disappointment. A disappointment in a bunny costume. That's what he was. A disappointment with floppy ears and a fluffy tail plug up his ass.
Kota's hips shifted, pushing a fraction deeper. Sebastian gagged slightly, his throat convulsing around the invasion. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Shit. Shit he's going deeper. I can't take this. I'm going to choke. I'm going to choke and die and they'll find my body in this bunny costume and my obituary will say "died doing what he loved" which was technically true but also extremely embarrassing for my surviving relatives.
But Kota didn't push further. He held there, letting Sebastian adjust, letting the panic settle. His thumb stroked the side of Sebastian's face in slow, soothing circles. "Breathe through your nose. You're doing good. Relax your jaw."
Sebastian tried to relax. He really did. But every instinct in his body was screaming at him to pull away, to gasp for air, to flee. But he wanted this. He wanted to be good at this. He wanted to make Kota feel good. He wanted to prove that he wasn't just a bumbling academic with a degree and a tweed blazer. He was a sexual being. A sensual being. A being who could suck cock without panicking like a virgin at her first prom.
Kota started moving his head, guiding him into a slow rhythm. Bobbing forward, pulling back. Forward, back. Sebastian's lips slid along the shaft, his tongue pressed flat against the underside. The taste was stronger now, more intense. Precum leaked from the tip, salty and thick, coating his tongue. He tried to take more on each forward motion, pushing past his gag reflex inch by agonizing inch.
Three inches. That's where he got stuck. His throat seized up, refusing to let the thick shaft go any deeper. He could feel the head pressing against the back of his throat, teasing the entrance, and his body rebelled. He pulled back, coughing slightly, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Kota's cock.
"Three inches," Sebastian gasped, his voice wrecked already. "I got three inches. That's more than I got with my professor. He only let me do two, he only had 2. He said I had a small mouth. He said I was hopeless."
Kota's expression softened, just for a moment. Then he pulled out completely, the wet shaft sliding free with an audible pop. Sebastian looked up at him, dazed and drooling, his chin wet with spit and precum.
"Stand up," Kota said, rising to his feet. "Actually no. Sit on the floor. Arms above your head."
Sebastian scrambled to obey, his bunny ears flopping, his satin corset riding up. He lay flat on the plush Persian rug, his arms stretched above his head, his chest heaving. Theo watched from the bed, his hand already wrapped around his tiny cocklet, stroking slowly, his eyes dark with hunger.
Kota stood over Sebastian, looking down at him with an expression that made Sebastian's cocklet twitch. He was a giant from this angle, broad shoulders blocking out the light, his massive cock hanging heavy between his legs, still slick with spit and precum. He knelt down, straddling Sebastian's chest, and positioned the head of his cock at Sebastian's lips.
"Open wide," Kota said. "And brace yourself."
Sebastian opened his mouth. Kota thrust forward.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't slow. It was everything Sebastian had feared and craved in equal measure. The thick shaft slammed past his lips, past his tongue, and buried itself deep in his throat in one brutal, merciless motion. Sebastian gagged violently, his throat convulsing around the invasion, tears streaming down his cheeks. But Kota didn't stop. He pulled back and thrust again, his hips pistoning forward with savage precision.
GLK—GAWK—GLK—GAWK—
The sounds were obscene. Wet and raw and relentless. Sebastian's throat was being used, stretched, abused. Every thrust made his eyes roll back, his body shudder, his tiny cocklet twitch against the satin corset. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything except lie there and take it. His hands had curled into fists above his head, his knuckles white, his whole body trembling with the force of Kota's pounding.
But something was happening. Something unexpected. The pressure in his cocklet was building, coiling tight in his groin. The rough, brutal friction of Kota's cock sliding in and out of his throat was sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body. He was going to cum. He was going to cum from getting his throat fucked.
"MMMPH—MMPH—GLK—GAWK—AHHH—MMMPH—"
His orgasm hit him like a freight train. His cocklet spurted weakly against the satin corset, painting the pink fabric with thin white ropes. His whole body convulsed, his throat clamping down around Kota's shaft, and he moaned around the cock in his mouth, a desperate, broken sound.
Theo was jerking off on the bed, his hand flying over his tiny nub, his breath coming in short, needy gasps. "Kota—Kota please—I can't wait anymore—I need you inside me—I need your cock—please—please hurry up—I've been so patient—I've been so good—please darling—AHHH—I want it to be my turn already—please please please—"
Kota didn't respond. He just thrust faster, harder, his hips slamming against Sebastian's face with wet, meaty slaps. His balls smacked against Sebastian's chin with every forward motion. He grabbed Sebastian's hair with both hands, holding his head still, and drove his cock down his throat one final time, burying the entire length to the hilt.
Sebastian's nose pressed against Kota's pubic bone. The massive cock was completely inside him, filling his throat, stretching it wide. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't see. Couldn't think. All he could do was feel as Kota's cock pulsed and throbbed and finally, finally erupted.
The cum was too much. Too thick. Too voluminous. It flooded Sebastian's throat, overflowing instantly, leaking out around the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. Sebastian tried to swallow, tried to keep it all down, but there was no way. His mouth was a dam and Kota's cum was a tsunami. White ropes splashed across his face, his chest, his bunny corset. Some of it landed in his open eyes. He blinked blindly, coughing and sputtering, cum dripping from his nose.
Kota pulled out with a wet, sucking pop. Sebastian lay there, slumped on the rug, his chest heaving, his face painted white, his eyes glassy and unfocused. His bunny ears were askew. His tail plug was still buried in his ass. His entire body was trembling with aftershocks. He looked like he had been struck by lightning. He looked like he had seen god. He looked like he wasn't sure where he ended and the universe began.
"Seb?" Kota's voice was distant, muffled, like it was coming from underwater. "You okay?"
Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a wet, gurgling sound. His throat was raw. His voice was gone. He was pretty sure he had swallowed his own uvula. But he was smiling. A dumb, dazed, blissed out smile that stretched from ear to ear. He gave a shaky thumbs up.
Before Kota could check on him further, Theo's voice cut through the room, high and desperate and trembling with need. "Kotaaaaaa. Darling, Darling please. I've been so patient. I've been so good. Please fuck me. Please please please."
Kota turned. Theo was on his hands and knees on the bed, his massive ass presented high in the air, his back arched like a cat in heat. His fingers were buried in his own hole, slick with lube, pumping in and out with frantic urgency. His lace panties were pushed to the side, the delicate fabric stretched across one plump cheek. His tiny cocklet was leaking onto the burgundy velvet comforter, a growing wet spot spreading beneath him.
"I prepped while you were fucking Sebastian," Theo gasped, pulling his fingers out with a wet squelch. "I'm ready. I'm so ready. I need your cock inside me right now. I need to feel you splitting me open. I need to feel your cum flooding my insides. Please darling. Please please please."
He turned around, presenting his ass directly to Kota, and swayed it from side to side in slow, hypnotic circles. The green lace panties framed the swell of his cheeks perfectly. The deep cleft between them was slick and shiny, his hole winking open, empty and desperate and begging to be filled.
"Kota," Theo whined, looking back over his shoulder with glassy, tear filled eyes. "Hurry up and fuck it. Fuck my tight little hole. Use me. Ruin me. Make me yours. Please. I'm begging you. I'm literally begging you on my hands and knees. How much more pathetic do I have to be before you'll put your cock in me?"
Kota didn't need to be asked twice. He pounced onto the bed, the mattress bouncing under his weight, and lined up the head of his still hard, still slick cock with Theo's waiting hole. He grabbed Theo's hips with both hands, fingers sinking into the plush flesh of his massive ass, and thrust forward in one powerful, brutal motion.
"AHHHHHHHHH—!"
Theo's scream was pure ecstasy. His whole body jolted forward, his hands clutching at the comforter, his back arching even deeper. Kota was buried to the hilt inside him, the thick shaft stretching him wide, filling him completely. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of that massive cock pressing against his walls, bullying his prostate, rearranging his insides.
"YES—YES—YES—FUCK ME—FUCK ME HARDER—DON'T STOP—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—"
Kota didn't hold back. He pounded into Theo with savage, relentless thrusts, his hips slamming against Theo's ass with wet, meaty smacks that echoed through the bedroom. The bedframe creaked dangerously. The headboard slammed against the wall. Theo's moans grew louder, higher, more desperate with every thrust.
"I LOVE YOU—AHHH—KOTA—I LOVE YOU SO MUCH—I LOVE YOUR COCK—I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME—I LOVE THE WAY YOU USE MY BODY—AHHH—I'M YOURS—I'M COMPLETELY YOURS—EVERY INCH OF ME BELONGS TO YOU—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—"
Kota leaned forward, his chest pressing against Theo's back, his mouth finding Theo's ear. "I love you too. I love how tight your ass is. I love how you take my cock. I love how you beg for it. You're such a good boy for me, Theo. The best boy."
Theo sobbed at the praise, his cocklet twitching, leaking precum onto the already stained comforter. "I'M YOUR GOOD BOY—I'M YOUR BEST BOY—I'LL ALWAYS BE YOUR GOOD BOY—AHHH—KOTA—KOTA—KOTA—I'M SO CLOSE—I'M GONNA CUM—MAKE ME CUM—PLEASE—PLEASE—AHHH—AHHH—AHHH—"
Kota thrust deeper, harder, driving his cock against Theo's prostate with every stroke. Theo's body seized, his hole clamping down like a vice, and he came with a broken, shattered scream. His tiny cocklet spurted weakly against the bed, adding to the growing mess of cum and sweat and lube.
"AHHHHHHHHH—KOTA—I LOVE YOU—I LOVE YOU—I LOVE YOU—I LOVE YOU—"
The words tumbled out of him like a prayer, like a mantra, like the only truth that mattered. He chanted them with every thrust, his voice cracking, his body shaking, his mind dissolving into pure, blissful static.
Kota wasn't far behind. The tight heat of Theo's hole, the desperate sounds he was making, the constant refrain of love love love pushing him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against Theo's ass, and came deep inside his boyfriend's body. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded Theo's insides, painting his walls white, filling him until he was overflowing.
Theo slumped forward onto the bed, his body trembling, his hole still clenching weakly around Kota's cock. Cum leaked out around the base, dripping down his thighs and onto the ruined comforter. He was panting, gasping, a satisfied, fucked out smile on his face.
"I love you," Theo whispered one last time, his voice barely audible. "I love you so much."
Kota pressed a kiss to the back of Theo's neck and slowly pulled out. The wet pop made Theo whimper softly. They lay there together, tangled in the burgundy velvet, their bodies slick with sweat and cum and lube, the evening light fading outside the bay window.
Sebastian was still on the floor, still in his bunny costume, still covered in cum, staring at the ceiling with a dreamy, distant expression. He had no idea how he was going to explain any of this to his therapist. But for now, for this one perfect moment, he didn't care.