Thesis

Professor Elias Kane had a reputation.

Strict. Brilliant. Untouchable.

Most of his students were terrified of him. Except for Marcus — a brilliant, arrogant PhD candidate who seemed determined to get under Elias’s skin.

Their arguments during seminars were legendary. Marcus challenged everything Elias said. Elias gave as good as he got. The sexual tension between them was obvious to everyone.

One night, after a particularly heated seminar, Marcus stayed behind.

“You’re wrong about the neural mapping theory,” Marcus said, closing the door behind the last student.

Elias didn’t look up from his papers.

“And you’re arrogant.”

Marcus walked up to the desk.

“Maybe. But I’m also right.”

Elias finally looked up.

Marcus was standing right in front of him, tall and broad and far too attractive.

“What do you want, Marcus?” Elias asked quietly.

Marcus leaned down, hands braced on the desk on either side of Elias’s chair.

“You,” he said simply. “I’ve wanted you since the first day of class.”

Before Elias could respond, Marcus kissed him.

It was rough and demanding. Elias made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a moan as Marcus pulled him out of the chair and backed him against the desk.

Marcus didn’t waste time.

He spun Elias around and bent him over the desk. He yanked Elias’s pants and underwear down and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the edge of the desk as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping Elias’s hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” Marcus growled. “Sitting there in your suits, arguing with me, looking at me like you want me to bend you over this desk every single class.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the desk creaking beneath them. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the floor. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“This changes everything,” Marcus said. “You’re mine now. Not just as my professor. Understand?”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He nodded.

Marcus kissed him again — slower this time.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

He helped Elias fix his clothes, then kissed him one more time.

“Same time next week,” Marcus said. “And bring your thesis. I want to tear it apart.”

Elias left the office on shaky legs, cum still dripping down his thighs.

He should have been terrified of what this meant for his career.

Instead, he smiled the entire way home.