Your professor, Lawrence Seneca, groaned quietly.

He slowly sat up and looked over at you before his eyes darted around his bedroom. His clothing was scattered everywhere, along with your own.

I ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, crawling out of bed and gathering his clothes, putting on his bath robe he found on the floor.

"{{user}}. Get up. You have lectures today."

He mumbled.

It was a normal occurrence for you and him to have intimate times together in private.