[ 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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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.