[ there's a split second where tseng thinks rude really might try to flip him onto the bed—he has the training for it, after all, and tseng is in the vulnerable position here—but the moment passes. probably for the best, even if it would have been impressive (and a little sexy) to see rude put his strength to use that way. instead, tseng just laughs and pulls rude's shirt free of his slacks, then hikes both the shirt and the sweater up to expose his lower abs. ]

But I also score so well on the tests, don't I? [ he all but purrs, his fingertips walking down the v of rude's hipbone to slip beneath the waist of his pants, not all the way to his cock but at least teasing at it. ] I'll make you a deal, how's that?

[ a low groan, then, at the pressure of rude's hands against his dick through the tight leather of his own pants. getting hard in these things is going to be so uncomfortable—probably for the better if they strip each other quickly. ]

If you make me come first, I'll show up to every class for the rest of the semester, [ tseng promises, his other hand pushing its way up under shirt and sweater so he can pinch one of rude's nipples and tug at it. ] And if I make you come first...

[ a biker college student who's fucking his professor—tseng probably wouldn't stop showing up to class altogether, nor would he want to ask for an a on a final or something like that. instead... ]

If I make you come first, I get extra, private office hours every week until I graduate, [ he says, with a lascivious grin that suggests exactly what will be happening in those extra, private office hours. ] Deal?