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[teetheyes]

Your final exam consists of a single in-class essay question:

Is it more ethical to be the sole caretaker of your individual hole or to be the sole caretaker of another's?

Choose one position only. If you've been attending my class you may recall that we've been covering a controversial film for the past few weeks. Use it to support your argument.

Leave your paper with our lovely TA after completion. I can't say I've enjoyed teaching you sorry little bastards so I won't wish you a good summer.

Private to J. Constantine

(I'm in Staff Lounge C.)

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[THIS STAFF ROOM IS NOW LOCKED.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

They're taking a final for an hour and a half.

[He leans against the coffee counter.]

Cream?

[FOR ... ... meetingly acedemic reasons.]

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

In your coffee. [He leans against him to steal a kiss.]

[FOR PRACTICING WHAT YOU PREACH]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Accepting the kiss with a tug to his coat.]

I have a better place in mind.

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

I can only fathom where that place could be. [Kisses deeper to taste even more of him.]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[With a slip of the tongue. He searches John's pocket for that bottle too.]

Right here. [Shoes off.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Cori easily finds it. In the same place since last time at that.]

[He presses against him.] Here.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He offers it to John.]

Do me... the honors. [Unbuckle and unzip, but there are boxer-briefs in the way.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[Not to mention layers in the way of John's. Call those and his shoes discarded... but oh, checking the clock, there is a little time before business.]

I don't think I got to enjoy the full extent of you... just yet. [Leans in for another kiss, which he teases and rubs himself along Cori's clothed front as he presses even deeper.]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What's on... your agenda, Mr. Constantine...

[That said against his mouth. Note his clothed front growing harder.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John would like that region rock hard.

That's my business... Mr. Corinthian... you'll find out...

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Is there a test involved?

[Much harder now, as he brushes John's coat off his shoulders.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[To the floor it goes!]

Pop quiz.

[His end brushes against the tenting region of Cori's skivvies.]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

What's your punishment for someone who didn't study--hff.

[He grinds it against John's.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

Oh... Mr. Corinthian... you should know... better...

[He manages to get a hand in there to yank those skivvies down.]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Then teach me, Mr. Constantine.

[Skivvies down to reveal his pierced erection.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[He's then squirting a bit of the bottle's contents to rub on himself...]

Class is in session.

[... and frot Cori while he's at it, sucking on his neck.]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I like a... hands-on experience.

[Huffing, he holds John against him while inching up to sit on the counter.]

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[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

[John reaches up and under, hiking a leg up over his shoulder to demonstrate ethical hole penetration.]

I knew you would.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Warmed up and primed for a leg stretch, his head tips back against the wall.]

You know me--nngh, well...

[He slips a hand over John's other shoulder.] Get it in all the way.

[paracelsus-ftw.livejournal.com]

[ camera : stroll in, ACTION. ]

...boys, say hi to tape, late night adult specials, and your very own YOU'RE FUCKING FIRED neon signs. Whatever order you like, dearies.

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

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...!

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

..... Oh fuck.

[Pushing on John.]

(Pull out!)

[silkcutremix.livejournal.com]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Out.

[Literally wiggling himself off that hot thick throbbing... would rather keep it in. Sigh. Unhitches his leg.]

It's not what you think.

[Very poor excuse.]