warning: nsfw (only a tiny bit so don't get your hopes up...yet!)
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Raziel's wide hands roam Kyden's slender body, eager and almost desperate. They trail down his navel and caress his thighs.
Kyden breaks the kiss, his heart's thundering in his chest and he feels so utterly disorientated. "Professor," he begs, "untie me."
The hand stops, fingers just dipping around the junction between his crotch and his thighs. They toy with the hem of his underwear and Kyden attempts to blink away his frustration, his fingers curling into fists as they strain against the leather restraints that tie him down.
"Please," he groans, challenging the icy glare that bears down on him, "professor—"
The professor gazes down on him, glimmers of violet twinkle in his iris and pupils. His lips are pulled taut and he looks displeased. The hand on Kyden's thigh is pulled away.
