When the final bell of the day rung, Remi stood at his door and said goodbye to all of his students, smiling sweetly.
"Bye, Mrs. Reid!"
"Have a nice day, Mrs. Reid."
"See you tomorrow!"
"See ya, Mr. Reid!"
"Bye, everyone. Enjoy the rest of your day!" Remi replied.
Once all of the students were gone, Remi walked back inside and went over to his desk. He packed all of his things into his bag and lifted all of his bags onto his shoulder. He fixed his desk up so that it'd be neat for tomorrow. Then, he turned the classroom's lights off before locking the door and leaving.
On the way through the halls, Remi saw many students still lounging around, talking to friends at their lockers. Many of the students were students that he'd seen throughout the day. They smiled at him, and he smiled back.
Getting to the front, Remi walked through the opened front doors and stepped outside. He was about to keep walking down the stairs to find Marcelo when,
"Teo!"
Remi turned to the right at the sound of Marcelo's voice and saw him leaning against the school. Remi's smile widened expeditiously. He scurried over to Marcelo and got on his tippy toes, wrapping his arms around Marcelo's neck. "Hey, princess. How was your day?"
"Good, it was really good. My students are so fun."
"That's awesome. I told you they'd love you."
Marcelo stepped back and reached out, grabbing Remi's bags off of his shoulder. He then wrapped his arm around Remi's shoulder and went to begin walking with Remi to the car. But, a bunch of eyes on him and Remi caught his attention.
"Teo, why is everyone smiling at us?"
Remi looked around and as said, a bunch of students that were standing around near the side of the school and at their cars were looking at him and Marcelo, smiling. Remi smiled before looking up at Marcelo.
"I showed everyone a picture of you, Elio, and the twins. They really love you guys."
"Ah," Marcelo calmed down and began walking. "You couldn't wait to show us off, could you?"
"Nope. I wanted to talk about you guys all day, but I had other things to get to."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
Remi leaned closer into Marcelo's side and sighed contentedly but still longingly. "Wanna go get Eli."
"We're gonna go get him right now."
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"MAMA, DUHDUH!" Elio yelped as he ran towards Marcelo and Elio, jumping into Remi's arms. Remi hugged him tightly, not able to stop smiling.
"Hey, sweet boy. How was your day?"
"It was good, Mama. I color and play with friends," Elio smiled and held up a piece of paper. It was a picture of a dinosaur with different colors all over, obviously something that a five year old colored.
"It looks amazing, Eli belly. I'm so proud of you."
Elio giggled and held his paper out to Marcelo. "Look, DuhDuh!"
"I see, buddy. What animal is that?"
"Dine-saur. It say wawrrr."
"It sure does," Remi smiled and kissed Elio's tiny head.
"Yah. I ate my snacks, and we had pizza, but I hungy."
"You're hungry?" Remi asked.
"Yah, tummy growl a little bit."
"We can grab something before going to my office," Marcelo said to Remi. Remi nodded before they all headed to the car.
The three ended up going to this Mexican Grill that was located downtown. Remi got a burrito with the main protein being sofritas, Marcelo got a burrito bowl with the main protein being sofritas as well, and Elio got a little kid's quesadilla tray.
"Mmm, this is so freakin' good," Remi groaned as he bit into his burrito. Marcelo smiled at him and took another bite of his own burrito bowl.
"Yeah, it is. What is this again?"
"It's sofritas. Shredded tofu."
"Mmm, it's delicious. Thank you for getting me to try it."
"Mhm, I knew you'd like it."
"No, I love it."
Remi looked over at Elio next to him and saw him stuffing his face with a bite of quesadilla. "Is it good, Eli belly?"
Elio did nothing but hum before continuing to stuff his face. Remi giggled and looked at Marcelo who was laughing.
"He's definitely your son," Remi said.
"I know right. Damon just said the same thing to me when we were walking in a few minutes ago. He said it was because of the way Elio was walking."
"Oh my gosh! He does. He walks with his shoulders raised a little just like you."
"You think so?"
"Yeah," Remi laughed. He dipped his burrito into his container of queso and took another bite. "Aside from the fact that he looks practically identical to you."
"I see a lot of you in him too, you know," Marcelo smiled.
"Really?"
"Yeah, he actually has a lot of your features and expressions. And your eyes. He has your eye shape and color."
"Yeah, I know, but the green kind of overpowers most of the brown."
"I don't think so. I think the brown overpowers the green. In a good way though. It's beautiful. The brown color of your eyes that is."
Remi looked back up at Marcelo at his words and gazed up at him lovingly. Marcelo grinned as he looked Remi in the eyes, admiring the beautiful honey brown color. Remi smiled and looked back down at his burrito, suddenly feeling shy.
As he began eating again, Remi felt Marcelo's eyes on him, running all over his face and body. Knowing this, Remi couldn't fight the pink blush from flooding his cheeks. He knew that Marcelo could see it, and he was so embarrassed by that, causing him to blush even more.
Once the three finished up their food, Remi collected all of it and took it over to the trash bin in the corner of the room, throwing it away. He came back over and saw Elio slumped over the table, clearly needing a nap. He was full and exhausted from earlier.
Remi picked Elio up and carried him over to the couch by the door of Marcelo's office. He carefully laid him down, making sure he was in a comfortable position before walking back over to where Marcelo was. Marcelo'd cleaned the table where they'd eaten, fixing it back up nicely.
Seeing that Marcelo had done everything himself, Remi was gonna go and sit next to Elio on the couch. However, he felt two hands spin him around and push him towards the other end of the room against a desk. Marcelo's desk. And soon after, Remi felt a hand creeping up the inside of his thigh. He grabbed Marcelo's wrist, shock clear on his face. "C-Celo. Not while Eli's around."
"He's asleep. And it won't look like we're doing anything if we're quiet."
Marcelo's hand slid further up Remi's thigh, brushing up against his underwear. Marcelo monitored Remi's expression as he slid his fingers underneath the gray cloth, touching Remi in his most vulnerable place. Remi gulped and looked behind Marcelo. Elio was asleep. He wouldn't wake up.
But still.
It was wrong. This was wrong. It was wrong, but it felt so right. So good. Feeling Marcelo's big, rough hands on him. It was so good.
Marcelo rubbed Remi gently, eliciting soft moans from him. He was even more gentle as he slowly slid a finger into Remi's opening.
"Celo... Celo."
"Shh, just enjoy it, baby."
Remi squeaked and clutched onto Marcelo's tie. And Marcelo loved every second of it. He loved the way Remi became so soft and mushy and vulnerable whenever he touched him. It was as if Marcelo's touch melted him into a puddle of lust.
Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, Marcelo reached inside and grabbed his member that was hard from watching Remi like this. He removed his fingers after a few seconds and rubbed his tip against Remi. Tease. Remi whimpered and looked up at Marcelo.
"S-Stop it," Remi stuttered.
"Stop it?" Marcelo repeated huskily. Remi nodded and pushed his hip forward a bit, just enough for Marcelo's tip to slip inside.
"I want the r-rest."
"Really? Just a while ago, you were telling me to not to do anything at all."
"Please. I want it."
"Do you really?"
"Y-Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, d-daddy," Remi whimpered.
With that, Marcelo settled his face in the side of Remi's neck and gladly pushed in. In one swift movement, he was deep inside of Remi, pressing against Remi's insides. Remi was about to cry out, but Marcelo covered his mouth before he could, muffling his scream. Remi's hand shook as he lifted it up and placed it on Marcelo's bicep.
Remi felt pleasure dominating him, but he couldn't vent any of it out. He couldn't scream, and he couldn't scratch at Marcelo's skin. He could do nothing but stand there with his leg wrapped around Marcelo's thigh and take each and every inch of him as he thrusted harshly.
"Mmm, you feel so good, baby."
Remi shuddered and looked over at Elio again, mentally begging him not to wake up.
Marcelo leaned back and this time, Remi saw that his eyes—despite being the cozy green that they were—were fiery and hot. He grabbed the back of Remi's hair and pulled him closer to his face. He bit Remi's bottom lip and pulled it roughly. Remi's breath came out shakily as he tried his best to remain quiet.
Remi grabbed at Marcelo's tie again, pulling Marcelo close just like Marcelo did him. It was the only thing for him to pull on. Marcelo didn't mind. In fact, Remi pulling on his tie was the sexiest thing ever to him. It made him throb inside of Remi, and Remi could surely feel that.
"Gonna... c-cum," Remi panted.
"Go ahead. I'm right behind you."
Remi grabbed Marcelo's hand and put it back over his mouth, knowing that he wouldn't be able to be quiet. He shook hard as he came, the alternative of not being able to scream. Marcelo himself had to bite his lip as his release passed through him. He shook just as hard as Remi had, spilling his essence deep inside.
Once Marcelo milked himself dry, Remi felt so full. He could feel some of Marcelo's cum sliding down the inside of his thigh. Marcelo wiped it up and made Remi lick it off of his fingers. It was such as nasty gesture—the good kind of nasty.
But that was no where near as nasty as when Marcelo pulled out and bent down, running his tongue from Remi's back hole all the way to Remi's clit, licking up his own liquid that was mixed with Remi's. Remi gasped as he watched Marcelo do it. It was so hot.
Remi was still speechless as Marcelo came back up and smashed their lips together, nothing but tongue. Remi could taste everything, both himself and Marcelo. He didn't have any choice but to. Not with Marcelo's tongue forcing itself inside, making Remi's head spin with dizziness. His skin felt so hot, and he felt himself lubricating again. He squeezed his thighs together, whimpering into the kiss.
The sound made Marcelo back away. He was hard once again, but he wouldn't risk it with another round. He was out of breath, panting like Remi. Once again, Remi melted underneath his gaze and his touch. Marcelo would be the death of him.
"I think I should sleep on the couch tonight," Marcelo suggested, eyes full of heat.