[ Oh, that's definitely something he's not used to, as the jolt catches him off guard, making him flinch and take a step back. But as quick as it pierces him, the warmth suddenly overtakes and boy does it feel good. It manages to spread all over - to his shoulders, his head, his chest, his stomach. When it reaches between his legs, Peter bites back a small, soft moan, eyes rolling back just a bit at the lingering sensation. It even allows a small tent to form in his jeans.
He's sure he looked freaking ridiculous in front of his teacher while the rune does what it did, but as it slowly dissipates and he hears her command, Peter's able to replicate his earlier drawing with more ease and precision.
As soon as he's done and he finds his voice, he swallows. ]
What... What was that? I - [ Clears his throat. ] - felt really warm all of a sudden.
( there's a little sultriness to that word, though as quick as it enters her voice it's gone again when she speaks. unlike the tent that he's starting to form )
Different sensations provide different things to our bodies. I suspected that as you were drawing before you were thinking too much about it, by taking your mind onto something else allowed you to draw it without thinking about it.
( she smiles, approving of the rune that he'd just drawn )
Again.
( though if he draws it incorrectly again he'll hear that same gaelic word )
[ Peter transfers his weight to his other leg, trying to subtly shaking off the tent forming between his legs. Not a good look to have in front of his teacher who's generously trying to make him pass her class. He has to wonder, though, how paint on a skin was able to do that, and while he's in this train of thought, he begins to do the rune again.
Of course, with all this overthinking, it comes off rigid and lacking precision. Definitely not one of his best works. ]
Sorry, I was just... [ Totally distracted by that foreign warmth he felt earlier. ]
( she speaks the word again, letting the seconds pass before she moves, and whilst she's feigning that she hasn't noticed the flush in his cheeks or the tent in his jeans she's vividly aware of how this is affecting him. which is why, given his distraction, rowena assumes that this might be repeated again with a result that would end up with the wrong distraction. (for now)
so she picks the paintbrush up again, dipping it back into the paint as she reaches again for his arm, drawing a second sigil below the first, and this time rowena speaks the activation word (a different word) as it dries. however, for this rune peter won't feel anything, at least not yet, with the job of this one simply to prevent him from coming. if she needs to keep repeating the first word she's going to let him get very pent up until he can successfully demonstrate the rune. only then will she relieve him )
Watch.
( she swaps the paintbrush for the pen in his hand, letting her fingers brush over his as she takes it from him, drawing the rune next to his last attempt slowly so he can see each individual stroke )
[ The second the warmth returns to flood his body, Peter can't help but actually let out a soft moan this time. Very unwittingly, of course, because he can't help how it lingers and ignites his veins, making his eyes roll back once more. The bulge in his jeans only grows larger, as his breath hitches.
It doesn't even register to him that she reached for his arm once more and painted another sigil. He's too enraptured in the warmth that's now stoking flames within his skin.
The only things that do register to him are her words and the way her fingers brush over his, the warmth amplifying simple touches on his skin. He feels too warm for his clothes now, a little bit of sweat clinging to his brows and making dampening his shirt slightly.
Her words guide him, though, so much so that he's able to draw the rune perfectly this time. Slow and precise, just like she wanted. ]
I, uh. [ He swallows, almost out of breath. ] The heat, Miss Rowena, how - [ His head begins to become a little bit hazy. ] It feels hot... is this normal? Can I, um. Change or something? [ Peter doesn't even know if he drew the rune perfectly or not. The warmth is too distracting. ]
( she whispers the encouragement as he draws it, a silent good boy implied in her tone, proud of him for how well he drew it even with how flushed he's feeling )
Focus. You're doing wonderfully.
( she uses her voice to draw his attention, to keep him listening to her despite the hardness of his cock )
Draw it again. Once more. ( she brushes her fingers over his wrist again ) If it's perfect we'll move on.
( though whether that's his release or just letting him undress will be up to him )
[ Peter does what he's told, the warmth probably making him more pliant, who's to say? He's aware, though, that he's feeling this hot in front of his teacher, the last person he should be feeling this with. But this voice in his head is slowly being overtaken by the heat itself, as he wets his lips and draws the rune perfectly on the paper again. ]
There. Um, that - that should be fine, right?
[ He pants, trying his best not to hold her hand as an answer to her brushing her fingers over his wrist again. Peter steels himself with one hand on the table while he tries to rein in much of the warmth he's feeling to no avail. ]
Miss Rowena, maybe we should... uh, do this again next time? I, um. It's so hot, I... [ The temptation to undress is almost unbearable. ]
( she won't stop him if he chooses to, though before he can answer she leads him back to the couch, keeping a hand on his as she sits with him )
What you feel is a response to the rune on your arm. To my magic. You showed me that you were able to draw your rune perfectly when your mind was taken off its task.
( and whilst her method of distraction is certainly unorthodox it was very effective )
If you wish to stop we can, but imagine what you could do if we continued, hmm?
[ Peter lets her drag him back to the couch, her hand on his definitely sparking more of that warmth that's now slowly dissipating. ]
I mean, it feels good, but I don't know if...
[ He trails off, only because the prospect of doing more things with the rune makes him curious. He doesn't believe this is magic, though, convinced that the ink probably has properties that makes him warm. ]
( she smiles, proud of the answer given, her thumb idly rubbing at his wrist before she lets go of his hand )
You do whatever you need to feel comfortable, hmm?
( she'll stand from the couch, assuming he still wishes to take more clothes off, and plucks at a few things at her desk to give him a moment of privacy to do that.
when rowena returns it's with the paintbrush in hand, and she rests a hand on his shoulder before taking the opportunity to draw two more runes on his chest )
Can you kneel on the floor for me? It'll make the next part simpler.
( she returns the brush to the desk, drawing a new sigil on a new piece of paper before placing it in front of him )
This one we didn't see today, new to you. I want to see if you can apply this new focus to something new.
[ When she mentions he can do what he needs to do in order to feel comfortable, Peter's first impulse is to immediately take off his shirt. But he still hesitates, that small voice in his head telling him it's inappropriate since he's with his teacher. With the remnants of the heat still lingering, especially down his lower abdomen and between his legs, this voice is getting smaller and smaller.
So much so that when Rowena turns towards her desk, Peter's quick to shed off his shirt. A light sheen of sweat coats his torso as he watches her return and draw two more runs on his chest. The contact makes some of his body hair raise, nipples perking at the soft touch. Once done, he glances from the runes to her face before nodding at her request and kneels. ]
I... see. I'll - [ He clears his throat. ] I'll try. [ And Peter does try, even if it ultimately fails because he's too distracted by the image of being shirtless kneeling in his teacher's office. ]
( once he kneels she moves back to lean against her desk, looking down at him, though this time she doesn't let him finish drawing the rune, speaking a third activation word the second she notices something incorrect in the diagram.
this time it's different, a flash of purple with an electric crackle, arcs emanating from the rune and stretching over his chest giving him a gentle shock, still pleasant but stronger in that sensation than before. she needs him distracted and if his mind is occupied by the feeling of his cock and the tightness of his jeans he won't be able to think about anything else and should hopefully produce it )
[ Oh, that's certainly different and it surprises Peter, but also doesn't. Different in a good way, maybe, since this time, the heat starts on his chest and pools down his lower abdomen, cascading further south to his groin. Peter can't help the moan he lets out, the pleasure enough for him to perfectly copy the rune with ease.
The jolt that began the warmth this time, however, is unlike before, and something Peter thinks he won't mind feeling again. But it's getting a bit unbearable now, the tightness in his jeans uncomfortable and growing even larger. He knows he's fully hard at this point, but what he doesn't know is if his teacher notices it. Better if she doesn't. So, to hopefully fix that - ]
Um, Miss Rowena, can I, uh. Use the bathroom for a bit? [ Maybe if he jacks off quickly, this will all disappear. ]
( she tilts her head to the side, letting her gaze trail down his body, giving him the smallest of nods that she knows how aroused he is. she'd known it from his first reaction to her magic, the little piece in his expression even before he'd moaned and his cock had hardened. not everyone responded to her magic in such a way but he certainly wasn't the first. and she'd certainly used this on partners (in her bed) before, knowing.
she lets her words fall to a whisper, purposefully using her voice to tug at him without having to cast any other spell )
The second rune on your arm... I didn't want something unexpected to spoil your study, and whilst you might be uncomfortable now it'll help you. You need this, Peter. And if you can produce the rune perfectly two more times then I'll remove the rune from you.
( even if she did let him go without removing the rune he wouldn't be able to come and she'd rather him needy and focused than frustrated )
If you can do this tonight I can teach you a way to find that focus without needing an erection.
( just in case it wasn't pointedly clear already )
[ Oh shit- She knows. Not that Peter's even surprised, really, given her attention to detail even during their classes. But still, it's pretty embarrassing and he thinks this shouldn't be how he should've responded to whatever this is. His teacher's trying a method that will allow him to focus, and now he's getting aroused from it? Shame on him, really.
But he can't help his hormones, and with a focused nod, he goes to produce the rune perfectly two more times, determined to not let her down, as well as motivated by the tantalizing charm of her voice. ]
Sorry that I got aroused, I— I didn't meant to... It's just the heat, well—
( the shrug is audible in her voice without her needing to physically shrug do so. looking down at him rowena pushes herself up from her desk, taking steps closer before crouching in front of him.
she reaches a hand out to grasp his chin, guiding his chin to make him look at her despite his embarrassment at the situation )
Magic can be intense. Arousal isn't an uncommon experience and nothing to feel ashamed of. ( she smiles at him and nods down to the paper in front of him ) And look at what you accomplished.
( so much praise flows through those words.
she releases her hold on his chin, lifting his arm instead to remove the rune from him as promised. as rowena lightly drags a nail over his skin there's a touch of magic infused in her gesture, erasing a line of the paint as she swipes, removing the effect of the spell from him. lowering his arm she leans in, whispering in gaelic: another spell, one to push him further to the edge. bathroom? or will he come there? )
[ When she grasps his chin, Peter has no choice but to look at her, eyes a bit dazed from the obvious warmth he's now feeling. His mind wants to protest that this isn't magic but some kind of aphrodisiac or chemical or something, but he's too wrapped in this heat to even mutter a single word.
Instead, Peter only manages a soft thanks once she compliments him, breath hitching when he hears her whisper something. As soon as she does, a wave comes crashing within him, Peter briefly seeing stars, as his orgasm takes him over.
He arches his back, shutting his eyes closed, whilst a sharp gasp and a moan leaves his parted lips. ] Miss Rowena... [ The name of his teacher shouldn't fall from his lips as a delicious moan, but here he is, as he wets his boxers with his own seed. ]
( there's a softly pleased sound at his response, her name sweet from his lips but she says nothing more, standing back up and walking to her desk to tidy it up a little. she gives him a moment in his afterglow, slowly putting the jar and paintbrush back in her cabinet.
she leans back against her desk, watching him for a minute before asking )
Better?
( she expects embarrassment given how he'd already felt about his erection but there's at least relief for him )
[ Peter's still in the haze of his sudden orgasm, as he continues to ride it, so he doesn't really notice Rowena returning to her desk to tidy up a little. Almost out of breath, Peter pants, trying to catch some of it that almost left him.
He doesn't know how much time has passed as he tries to fix himself, running a hand through his hair, post-orgasm clarity beginning to sink in. He gets to his feet, unable to make eye contact with his teacher in his present state, cheeks flushed, torso glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
He feels sticky but also, still semi-hard, the vitality of youth ever so present in him. The aftermath of the heat is lingering within him, and he knows that if he glances at his teacher, he might do something stupid. ]
Yeah... [ But he knows it'd be rude not to look when he's being spoken to, so he does. He runs his hand through his hair again, arm muscles flexing. ]
Again, sorry for the mess, Miss Rowena. You, um. Look lovely, by the way. [ He doesn't know why that compliment slipped out. ]
( it likely doesn't help that rowena's looking down him, eyes lingering at the slight tenting still present in his jeans, dragging her gaze up when he speaks.
she smiles at the compliment, brushing off the awkwardness she knows he feels as if nonr of this just happened )
There is a bathroom if you need a moment before continuing. Equally, I understand if you've learned enough for tonight. But I hope you will remember that you did learn the runes from today's class, your accuracy and precision showed much improvement. That knowledge will carry you in classes to come.
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He's sure he looked freaking ridiculous in front of his teacher while the rune does what it did, but as it slowly dissipates and he hears her command, Peter's able to replicate his earlier drawing with more ease and precision.
As soon as he's done and he finds his voice, he swallows. ]
What... What was that? I - [ Clears his throat. ] - felt really warm all of a sudden.
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( there's a little sultriness to that word, though as quick as it enters her voice it's gone again when she speaks. unlike the tent that he's starting to form )
Different sensations provide different things to our bodies. I suspected that as you were drawing before you were thinking too much about it, by taking your mind onto something else allowed you to draw it without thinking about it.
( she smiles, approving of the rune that he'd just drawn )
Again.
( though if he draws it incorrectly again he'll hear that same gaelic word )
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[ Peter transfers his weight to his other leg, trying to subtly shaking off the tent forming between his legs. Not a good look to have in front of his teacher who's generously trying to make him pass her class. He has to wonder, though, how paint on a skin was able to do that, and while he's in this train of thought, he begins to do the rune again.
Of course, with all this overthinking, it comes off rigid and lacking precision. Definitely not one of his best works. ]
Sorry, I was just... [ Totally distracted by that foreign warmth he felt earlier. ]
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so she picks the paintbrush up again, dipping it back into the paint as she reaches again for his arm, drawing a second sigil below the first, and this time rowena speaks the activation word (a different word) as it dries. however, for this rune peter won't feel anything, at least not yet, with the job of this one simply to prevent him from coming. if she needs to keep repeating the first word she's going to let him get very pent up until he can successfully demonstrate the rune. only then will she relieve him )
Watch.
( she swaps the paintbrush for the pen in his hand, letting her fingers brush over his as she takes it from him, drawing the rune next to his last attempt slowly so he can see each individual stroke )
Now you. Slowly.
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It doesn't even register to him that she reached for his arm once more and painted another sigil. He's too enraptured in the warmth that's now stoking flames within his skin.
The only things that do register to him are her words and the way her fingers brush over his, the warmth amplifying simple touches on his skin. He feels too warm for his clothes now, a little bit of sweat clinging to his brows and making dampening his shirt slightly.
Her words guide him, though, so much so that he's able to draw the rune perfectly this time. Slow and precise, just like she wanted. ]
I, uh. [ He swallows, almost out of breath. ] The heat, Miss Rowena, how - [ His head begins to become a little bit hazy. ] It feels hot... is this normal? Can I, um. Change or something? [ Peter doesn't even know if he drew the rune perfectly or not. The warmth is too distracting. ]
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( she whispers the encouragement as he draws it, a silent good boy implied in her tone, proud of him for how well he drew it even with how flushed he's feeling )
Focus. You're doing wonderfully.
( she uses her voice to draw his attention, to keep him listening to her despite the hardness of his cock )
Draw it again. Once more. ( she brushes her fingers over his wrist again ) If it's perfect we'll move on.
( though whether that's his release or just letting him undress will be up to him )
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There. Um, that - that should be fine, right?
[ He pants, trying his best not to hold her hand as an answer to her brushing her fingers over his wrist again. Peter steels himself with one hand on the table while he tries to rein in much of the warmth he's feeling to no avail. ]
Miss Rowena, maybe we should... uh, do this again next time? I, um. It's so hot, I... [ The temptation to undress is almost unbearable. ]
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( she won't stop him if he chooses to, though before he can answer she leads him back to the couch, keeping a hand on his as she sits with him )
What you feel is a response to the rune on your arm. To my magic. You showed me that you were able to draw your rune perfectly when your mind was taken off its task.
( and whilst her method of distraction is certainly unorthodox it was very effective )
If you wish to stop we can, but imagine what you could do if we continued, hmm?
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I mean, it feels good, but I don't know if...
[ He trails off, only because the prospect of doing more things with the rune makes him curious. He doesn't believe this is magic, though, convinced that the ink probably has properties that makes him warm. ]
I wanna find out what else I can do, though...
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You do whatever you need to feel comfortable, hmm?
( she'll stand from the couch, assuming he still wishes to take more clothes off, and plucks at a few things at her desk to give him a moment of privacy to do that.
when rowena returns it's with the paintbrush in hand, and she rests a hand on his shoulder before taking the opportunity to draw two more runes on his chest )
Can you kneel on the floor for me? It'll make the next part simpler.
( she returns the brush to the desk, drawing a new sigil on a new piece of paper before placing it in front of him )
This one we didn't see today, new to you. I want to see if you can apply this new focus to something new.
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So much so that when Rowena turns towards her desk, Peter's quick to shed off his shirt. A light sheen of sweat coats his torso as he watches her return and draw two more runs on his chest. The contact makes some of his body hair raise, nipples perking at the soft touch. Once done, he glances from the runes to her face before nodding at her request and kneels. ]
I... see. I'll - [ He clears his throat. ] I'll try. [ And Peter does try, even if it ultimately fails because he's too distracted by the image of being shirtless kneeling in his teacher's office. ]
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this time it's different, a flash of purple with an electric crackle, arcs emanating from the rune and stretching over his chest giving him a gentle shock, still pleasant but stronger in that sensation than before. she needs him distracted and if his mind is occupied by the feeling of his cock and the tightness of his jeans he won't be able to think about anything else and should hopefully produce it )
Again. Slower.
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The jolt that began the warmth this time, however, is unlike before, and something Peter thinks he won't mind feeling again. But it's getting a bit unbearable now, the tightness in his jeans uncomfortable and growing even larger. He knows he's fully hard at this point, but what he doesn't know is if his teacher notices it. Better if she doesn't. So, to hopefully fix that - ]
Um, Miss Rowena, can I, uh. Use the bathroom for a bit? [ Maybe if he jacks off quickly, this will all disappear. ]
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( she tilts her head to the side, letting her gaze trail down his body, giving him the smallest of nods that she knows how aroused he is. she'd known it from his first reaction to her magic, the little piece in his expression even before he'd moaned and his cock had hardened. not everyone responded to her magic in such a way but he certainly wasn't the first. and she'd certainly used this on partners (in her bed) before, knowing.
she lets her words fall to a whisper, purposefully using her voice to tug at him without having to cast any other spell )
The second rune on your arm... I didn't want something unexpected to spoil your study, and whilst you might be uncomfortable now it'll help you. You need this, Peter. And if you can produce the rune perfectly two more times then I'll remove the rune from you.
( even if she did let him go without removing the rune he wouldn't be able to come and she'd rather him needy and focused than frustrated )
If you can do this tonight I can teach you a way to find that focus without needing an erection.
( just in case it wasn't pointedly clear already )
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But he can't help his hormones, and with a focused nod, he goes to produce the rune perfectly two more times, determined to not let her down, as well as motivated by the tantalizing charm of her voice. ]
Sorry that I got aroused, I— I didn't meant to... It's just the heat, well—
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( the shrug is audible in her voice without her needing to physically shrug do so. looking down at him rowena pushes herself up from her desk, taking steps closer before crouching in front of him.
she reaches a hand out to grasp his chin, guiding his chin to make him look at her despite his embarrassment at the situation )
Magic can be intense. Arousal isn't an uncommon experience and nothing to feel ashamed of. ( she smiles at him and nods down to the paper in front of him ) And look at what you accomplished.
( so much praise flows through those words.
she releases her hold on his chin, lifting his arm instead to remove the rune from him as promised. as rowena lightly drags a nail over his skin there's a touch of magic infused in her gesture, erasing a line of the paint as she swipes, removing the effect of the spell from him. lowering his arm she leans in, whispering in gaelic: another spell, one to push him further to the edge. bathroom? or will he come there? )
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Instead, Peter only manages a soft thanks once she compliments him, breath hitching when he hears her whisper something. As soon as she does, a wave comes crashing within him, Peter briefly seeing stars, as his orgasm takes him over.
He arches his back, shutting his eyes closed, whilst a sharp gasp and a moan leaves his parted lips. ] Miss Rowena... [ The name of his teacher shouldn't fall from his lips as a delicious moan, but here he is, as he wets his boxers with his own seed. ]
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she leans back against her desk, watching him for a minute before asking )
Better?
( she expects embarrassment given how he'd already felt about his erection but there's at least relief for him )
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He doesn't know how much time has passed as he tries to fix himself, running a hand through his hair, post-orgasm clarity beginning to sink in. He gets to his feet, unable to make eye contact with his teacher in his present state, cheeks flushed, torso glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
He feels sticky but also, still semi-hard, the vitality of youth ever so present in him. The aftermath of the heat is lingering within him, and he knows that if he glances at his teacher, he might do something stupid. ]
Yeah... [ But he knows it'd be rude not to look when he's being spoken to, so he does. He runs his hand through his hair again, arm muscles flexing. ]
Again, sorry for the mess, Miss Rowena. You, um. Look lovely, by the way. [ He doesn't know why that compliment slipped out. ]
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she smiles at the compliment, brushing off the awkwardness she knows he feels as if nonr of this just happened )
There is a bathroom if you need a moment before continuing. Equally, I understand if you've learned enough for tonight. But I hope you will remember that you did learn the runes from today's class, your accuracy and precision showed much improvement. That knowledge will carry you in classes to come.