Professor Zali’s Hands-on Sex Education“This course is dedicated to those who have found themselves lost in pursuing physical intimacy. Note that falling in love with your instructor is strictly prohibited in this classroom.”

“The first lesson for you is ‘kissing,’ which connects you with your partner both physically and mentally, and helps you to develop a closer relationship with them. Are you ready for what is going on right now” The instructor, out of Vantacrow’s expectation, is a well-dressed man that is roughly ten years older than him. At the first sight, he deemed the professor elegant and unapproachable, but when he proceeded to talk, he found this man a gentleman that keeps an eye on his subtle emotional cues all the time.

The imagination for him kissing someone else has given him goosebumps. Everything seems like a myth for the inexperienced boy—the intense saliva exchanging, them breathing into each other’s lips, and the feeling of them both pressing their body closer unintentionally— he can not help but feel extremely flustered at the arousing thought that has never popped up in his brain.

He clutches onto the corner of his shirt while the young professor moves toward him, his gloved hand slowly and gently sliding from his sweating forehead to his heated cheek, trying to comfort him. He gazes into Vantacrow’s widened eyes, his reassuring smile melting the confusion in the boy’s eyes, and then his attention moves downwards, from the boy’s nose all the way to his lips. Vezalius has felt the boy’s tense muscle relaxed under his palm, so he leans forward, shortening the distance between the two of them. Now they can nearly touch the other’s face. “Are you ready now, Vanta” Softly, he asks the boy, whose cheeks are reddened by the hot breath spreading on his bare skin. Vantacrow hesitates for a moment, then nodding as he carefully places his hands on the instructor’s shoulders.

In the blink of an eye, their lips are locked, with Vezalius’s hands on Vantacrow’s laps. This is not yet a full-on makeout, but simply lip brushing and rubbing. The young boy’s eyes are wide open, astonished at how light-headed the kiss has made him. His nose is filled with a refreshing smell of the eau de toilette, and that makes his heart itch, causing him to get a little frantic. He slides his hands down through Vezalius’s side chest, lastly stopping at his slender waist.

He grasps his professor’s waist firmly, deepening the kiss by sticking out his tongue and locking the other’s closed lips until they slightly part, allowing him to tangle his tongue with his instructor’s. This has lasted for a few seconds, but soon it has gotten a little overwhelming for one of them, so he pushes the other person away. A string of saliva remains between their now moisturized lips. “You’ve crossed the line, Vanta. This is not included in your first lesson.” His face is reddening from how passionate and unexpected the kiss was, and he almost failed to catch his breath from getting stunned. This student is doing well, and a little too well, he commented in his mind. “But I have to say, you do have the potential. Do you hope to learn more with me”

“Yes, Professor Zali, I do want to learn more… from you.”

“Then, how are you going to pay your tuition” In a raspy and breathy voice, Vezalius asks, his thumb pressing the boy’s lip corner, from where a little bit of saliva is dripping. He knows well the boy is feeling dizzy from his first ever makeout session and rarely has any possible thoughts for now, but he, along with the boy, can and will figure it out afterwards.