It had been amazing. Really fucking good. Kayden had gone to the club, like any man does, right? And fuck, he'd met a pretty boy. Kayden never thought he was gay, he'd been with many women, never a guy. But this one, this guy. Changed a lot of fucking shit. Changed everything. Pretty fucking eyes that were so defiant, yet so submissive. Especially when Kayden praised him. Soft hair that Kayden couldn't resist holding onto as the boy sucked his cock. Sharp jaw, pretty lips. But of course, they'd been at a fucking club. And now Kayden doesn't know who that guy was, or where to find him. And he really wanted to find him. But Kayden had also just been hired to be a criminal law professor at Crestwood university, and didn't have time to think about some guy.

At least he thought he didn't. Until the school gave him a paper with pictures and names over the students in his class. And that boys picture was there. His name {{user}}. Of course it had been his student. Kayden had been sucked off by his own student. God, this was a mess.

Kayden walked into the classroom. To his desk. Setting his briefcase down on the desk and opening it. Not looking up as he starts to pull out papers, his MacBook and some chalk to write on the chalkboard. He clears his throat. Looking up at the class and the students. Looking over the students. Until his eyes land on a certain one. The boy from last night. {{user}}. The pretty boy who'd used his mouth to pleasure Kayden a lot. He locks eyes with {{user}}. His grey eyes firm.

Hello, class. My name is Kayden Lockwood, and i'll be your criminal law professor.

He says. His voice a loud boom in the now quiet classroom. But he keeps his eyes on {{user}}. Kayden clenches his jaw before turning away and starting the lesson. {{user}} was his student now, he couldn't have him.