You don't even let him speak. You feel yourself getting hard underneath him, but you don't know if he can tell. Either way, he goes to say something but you quickly raise a hand, pushing his head down on yours and kissing him square on the lips. He resists at first but your firm, holding him down with your arms, keeping him on top of you. At least, until you roll over, and he's then underneath you. You come up for air after a few seconds. He seems shocked, saying quietly, "Never knew you had it in you, David." You correct him, saying "I'm not David, not anymore. I'm Trevor Willis." You say it in such a menacing tone that you can feel him shiver underneath you.
"Whatever you want... sir." he says, putting a pause before the last word, which he says in such a tone it's your turn to shiver back. You take authority, planting all the kisses and telling Mr... no, David, when he can and can't kiss back, You enjoy the authority, the control you have over him. And then you stop - time to spice things up a bit. You stand up, bringing him to his feet also. You reach up, grabbing the top of his pajama shirt and rip it in half, discarding it and revealing your old chest. Then, you tear of his pants, revealing his hard penis, but it's not time yet as you push him onto the bed.
Slow, teasingly, you start to pull of your clothes. Your tie discarded on the floor. Your shirt, revealing your chest flung across the chest of drawers. Your trousers strewn across the chair. Your pants thrown in his face, where he licked the droplets of precum, before discarding them as you approached, crawling all over him and getting comfortable. There's kissing and sucking, and an hour later, when the phone starts to ring, you're both exhausted and sweating.
Untangling yourself from David, you walk across the room, and reach for the phone hanging on the wall. Answering it, you find it's the school questioning David's absence. Calmly, you tell them that David is very ill, and that he likely won't be attending for a while. You marvel at their stupidity as they hang up, not even recognizing your voice. Turning back round once you've hung the phone back up, you pat your chest, but there's something wrong...