( emmet's hand presses against his thigh, and sylvain laughs soft, shifts back so he's sitting on the desk and raises his leg up, leg wrapping around emmet's waist so he can press up and grind against him. the door is still cracked open, students are walking through college halls, there's someone sitting just outside fucking around on their laptop, but it's not as if he cares any. college might suspend him, but sylvain's smart; he's been around long enough to learn most the stupid crap they teach in schools. he could switch colleges. no big deal. )

Yes you are. ( murmured soft into the curve of emmet's neck, before he's nipping at the skin just below his adam's apple. ) You're going to blow me under your desk, let me fuck you on your desk, watch me while I sit at the back of the class and slowly unbutton my shirt while you try and talk to the rest of the students in the class. And you'll give me an A, even if I don't turn in jack shit.