We rode another kalesa back to where we parked the car and went straight home from there. It was a quarter to two in the morning when we got home. We were like two young lovers, giggling as we made our way inside the house.
"I ate three and a half baluts earlier! You better get ready!" He jumped me after closing the front door, nuzzling my neck as he pulled off my tie.
"Professor, not here," I pushed him back, "let's get to our room first..."
"Mmm... I can't wait that long..." he took the buttons off my shirt. "You still smell so good even after a whole day of work..."
"Ahh..."
I let him have his way as his kisses trailed down my chest. He pulled my coat off completely, as well as my vest and shirt, then unbuttoned my pants. I started to take his clothes off as well.
"Your nipples are as red as your favorite red velvet cake..." he whispered as he mouthed my chest, "and just as sweet..."
"W-we really need to go to our room..." I insisted, running my fingers through his soft hair. "I want to go to bed – ahh!"
He bit my nipple!
"We should go to the kitchen instead so I could eat you properly!"
He looked up, his eyes mischievous gaze full of hunger, making me shiver with anticipation. But he didn't take me to the kitchen. He pulled me towards the living room instead, to the long sofa where he pushed me on my back and started kissing me again.
"Professor! What has gotten into you!" I asked as his kisses went down my abdomen.
"Didn't I tell you I'd crack you open and eat you as soon as we get home?" he pulled my pants off completely. "I'll prove to you now how different you are to Mercy," he continued, "you are my one and only Habibi."
He leaned over me, pulled my legs apart, and stared at my hardness. He held it in his hands and started rubbing me.
"Nahh... p-professor..." I held on to the armrest on top of my head.
"Bon appetit!"
Upon saying this, the professor licked the tip of my manhood before mouthing me completely.
"Hah!"
I felt a jolt run through my body. The professor was no expert, I could feel his teeth slightly rub against me, but the thought of having my hardness in the esteemed professor's mouth was enough to make me cum.
"That was fast!" said the professor, wiping his mouth before mouthing me again.
"Naahhh...!" I close my eyes tight, stopping myself from cumming once more.
The professor's head slowly bobbed up and down, making indecent wet sounds as he sucked me, while his long fingers trailed behind my back.
"Oh, gods... professor... I-I can't..."
I can't believe those beautiful, slender fingers are reaching up inside me!
I have always been the one giving the professor head.
I know how much he likes it, but I always feel like he gets awkward whenever we have sex. He used to be straight, after all, he even said before that anal sex was disgusting. But now...
"Aah... my Habibi is so delicious... are you feeling it too?" he looked at me with his lopsided grin.
"Yes... professor... I-I'm cumming again..."
"Go ahead. There's still time `till sunrise."
And again, he starts to suckle me.
"Ah... uhhhn!"
"Mmm... so sweet..." he lifts himself and takes his pants off. "Now, it's your time to eat..."
I gasp in anticipation as he held his hardness against me. He trailed it around the rim at first, then poked me playfully, before pushing it slowly inside. His thrusts got harder as we go faster, and soon we were both panting as he moved in and out of me.
"Ahh professor!" I reach for him.
"Aahmes..."
We shared a passionate kiss I wished would never break. He held on to my shoulders, thrusting even harder inside me. My arms and legs, locked in a tight embrace around him, and as we came, his body stiffened and he looked straight at me, his lips quivering, his brown eyes shining with tears.
"Professor..." I caress his burning face.
"Aahmes..." his smile was so beautiful that tears filled my eyes as well.
We shared another kiss, so tender that it felt like a feather merely touched my lips. It ended in a tight embrace, and soon the professor was moving again.
We made love countless times that night.
We moved to the kitchen next, since I told the professor I was thirsty, and ended up having sex on top of the dining table. Then we went upstairs to clean up and had sex in the tub. Next, of course, was the bedroom, where we had sex until the sun came out. We collapsed entwined in each other's arms and fell asleep that way.
When I woke up the next day, I found the professor making some ham sandwiches on toasted bread in the kitchen.
I placed my chin on his shoulder and hugged him from behind.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" I kissed his nape and felt him quiver.
"You looked so beautiful as you slept, I didn't have the heart to wake you up." He turned around and returned my kiss, "You hungry? It's 2 PM, we both overslept."
"You filled me up so much last night that I don't feel hungry yet."
I watched as the professor's face turned bright red.
"Habibi, is that really you?" he laughed. "I think I've been influencing you too much, you're starting to sound as filthy as me!"
"Of course, you're my esteemed professor after all, and I, your promising protegee!"
I put my arms around him. He grabbed my ass and lifted my leg as he pushed me back to give me a kiss. We laughed, kissed again, and had our breakfast.
After eating, we did what we loved the most – we went to the professor's laboratory to work on our experiments. But as the professor was setting up his equipment, the phone in our room rang and continued ringing until Prof. Antonio irritably stomped out of the lab. I followed him to find out who it was.
"Hello?" the professor hit the speaker phone button.
'Eric!' said an angry voice from the other line, `Just what the hell did you say to my kids?! Why did you have to tell them about Winston Heuer?!'
"Hey, don't blame me for your kids' curiosity. I just answered their inquiry!" Prof. Antonio snapped back.
'What inquiry?! And just how did your topic jump to Winston Heuer?! Didn't Nathan go there to ask you about omegas or something?'
"Exactly," replied the professor. "They asked me if fated pairs were real, and I just proved to them that it's not. That's why I told them to ask you about it. I wouldn't want to get between you and the kids, after all."
The professor said this with a big grin in his face.
It was obvious that the other person's distress was entertaining for him.
'And just what did Heuer have to do with fated pairs? If anything, his existence is proof that fated pairs do exist! Just look at what happened to Jonathan!'
The grin on the professor's face vanished.
'Because of him...' the person continued, '...our family almost got broken because of that person... It's true that Jonas chose me in the end, but he literally went through hell when they were forced to part! And if Heuer didn't decide to do that... Jonas would have been taken away from us much earlier!"
I perked up when I heard what he said.
So, does this mean that the professor's brother died because he was separated from his fated pair?
"Idiot. Wasn't it enough that my brother chose a bastard like you?" the professor retorted. "Wasn't it enough that he rejected his so called 'fated pair' just to be with you?"
'That's exactly it!' the man shouted back. 'So why the hell did you have to smear Jonas' image to my kids?!'
"How can I ever smear my perfect brother's image?" the professor said coldly. "My brother wasn't the one who's getting defamed here, Louie. You are. I just want to prove that you are not my brother's fated pair. That Winston was his fated mate, yet he was able to defy this fate or destiny or whatever because he loves you and his family."
The person called Louie no longer replied.
"My brother told me, 'I would rather break this body, that my heart and my family'. It's because of you that he was able to go against destiny. So in a way, he proved that 'fated pairs' aren't real, since he was able to fight it. True love is still much stronger than the call of the flesh. So tell me," the professor went on in a mocking tone. "Is that so hard to explain to your kids?"
It took a while for this Louie to reply to my professor.
'S-sorry...' he finally mumbled.
"Now you say you're sorry after shouting at me!?" Prof. Antonio shouted at the phone.
'Sorry... let me make it up to you... can we meet right now?'
"And now you're planning to disturb me?!"
'I-I just need some more of that alpha suppressant you gave me before..."
"What suppressant? You start a fight with me, and now you're asking for some suppressants?!" the professor huffed. "Didn't the stock I gave you last December good for 10 months?" Don't tell me you finished that already?"
'Would I ask for more if I still had some left?' Louie answered desperately, 'and can I ask you for a consultation? I've been feeling strange lately...'
The professor frowned, then looked at me.
I nodded at him in return.
"Haay... if you insist, but I can't stay long, since I still need to rest."
'Thanks, Eric, I'll owe you one. Let's meet in the Cinnamonmon bakery in Makati.' the man said before dropping the line.