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⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

"I swear, if you're just hungry, I'll punch you," chuckled the teen as they neared each other, partially on his hands and knees now as they became closer. He was certain that Hayden had eaten that morning, but who said anything about no light snacks?

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

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Peter grimaced as he pulled his lightening hair into a ponytail, this time using a black hair tie. He smoothed down the top, already angered by his hair. It was going back to blonde, slowly but surely, and soon enough, he'd be back to the boring blonde Peter he was before. It was bad enough that he was currently the boring teacher's pet. The artist's hands fell to his jeans, buttoning and zipping them up and ensuring that the snug jeans wouldn't fall off. He reached for his shirt, holding it in his hands and looking into a mirror. The male looked over his slim body, frowning at what he saw. "I look like every other bottle blonde here," he grumbled distastefully.

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

"What, blonde?" he scoffed, still holding the shirt in his hands. It would be hard to get it on with Hayden draped all over him, but he could wait. It wasn't that cold, and besides, he liked it when Hayden held him like this. He'd never admit it, oh hell no, but in his mind, he loved it. Looking at them both, one hand raised to touch the art teacher's cheek, gingerly stroking the skin. "Pervy teacher~" By now, the insult was an endearment, Peter's own way of saying that he greatly cared for his teacher.
With one sudden move, Peter yanked himself out of Hayden's arms and snatched up his sketchbook. "Don't move!" he commanded, his shirt forgotten on the floor and pencil scratching against the paper. The light was perfectly hitting the Australian's features and the artist would never pass up a moment like this.

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

He chuckled at the scene, then leaned over to adjust Hayden's position. He pulled over a stool, lightly pushing him. "It's the light, it's finally perfect." Peter mussed with Hayden's hair a bit, although leaving it the sex-tangled heap that it was. He then stepped back, looking over his current model, who, with the light on his beautifully sculpted body, looked like a god right then and there. Peter returned his attention to the drawing pad, only to move very, very close around fifteen minutes later. "Let me get your eyes right," he mumbled, licking his lips and studying the man's eyes before sketching as best he could

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

Peter shifted in discomfort as he felt the teacher's powers begin to take hold. The artist blinked twice, biting his lip as he attempted to complete the sketch. He rushed through it, trying his best not to make it look bad, but still desperate to finish it. He needed to get into Hayden's arms as soon as possible. Meanwhile, his jeans were getting noticeably tighter and his self-control was waning.

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

The artist bit his lower lip as hard as he could without making it bleed, struggling to handle his crumbling self-control. He drew Hayden now from memory, knowing that if he looked up, the stupid incubus would further suck him in and Peter would be stuck. The teen soldiered on, cursing the man in his mind and knowing that, should they ever get past this, Hayden would be very hungry for a very long time. Scratching along, the pen stroked the paper faster and faster as Peter's jeans grew tighter and tighter. It was getting more and more difficult to refuse his desires, and then he made a fatal mistake.
Peter looked up again to those hypnotic eyes.

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

In that second, all of Peter's thoughts left the drawing, and he uttered "f-ck it" as the sketch pad hit the ground, the nearly-finished drawing face up and close to perfection. The artist practically flew to his lover, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him close. "You couldn't wait five more f-ckin' seconds?" he snarled, smashing his lips onto Hayden's before he could answer. The kiss was rough and almost primitive in it's passion, the pure and unadulterated list vibrating through every move and gesture made. Peter's desire was too great to ignore, and he was certain that Hayden liked his Dark Muse that way.

⊗ Peter Shell ⊗

When Hayden pulled away, his student's eyes opened in confusion, brow furrowing and head tilting. "What are you staring at?" he half-chuckled, hands resting on the teacher's stomach and slowly moving back up to his shoulders. "Is there something on my face?" One hand moved to touch his face, trying to figure what on Earth Hayden was gazing so intensely at.