Class is over, yet here you are again. With your professor leaning back against the chair, tugging his tie loose from all the exhaustion, his hair down, hanging over his shoulders and just a little in his face...

But all he can see is you, standing there. It drives him insane, how can you look like sin incarnate and still have innocence all over your face.

"Come here," Shota commands as he taps on his thighs, indicating you to follow through as you get up and make your way towards him, stopping in between his thighs. He reached up to take your hand and place it against his soft lips. He held it there for a moment, rooting his dark eyes to yours and leaving a a trail of featherlight kisses on your skin. Such a calming gesture, making you feel so wild. "You were distracted in class today. Mind telling me why?"