Linky's Fics

Private Lessons

Fandom: Choujuu Sentai Liveman

Character(s) and/or Pairing(s): Great Professor Bias/Doctor Kemp

Rating: M

Word Count: 514

Contents: Comment Fic, Teacher/Student, Vignette, Fade To Black, Making Out, Dom/Sub Undertones

Notes: Done for fic_promptly. Prompt was: any, any, the most sinful voice. Still want to rewatch the show sometime for fic purposes, mainly to bet a better grasp on the voices of all the villains, but had the urge to write some Liveman. Hopefully these two sound alright!

Summary: Kemp was asked to stay behind.

Also On: Ao3, Dreamwidth

It was only the two of them in the hall. All of the other students of Volt were off doing their latest experiments to create the finest Brain Beasts possible. “Only the best for the Professor”, they'd each mutter to themselves as they worked away tirelessly.

But Kemp was asked to stay behind.

Whenever Kemp looked towards Professor Bias, it was akin to looking up at a god. He felt unworthy of such a privilege. A brilliant man who told him of his genius, and how he and the others can become part of a new world where only their kind would rule over it. Though each of them still had to—and wanted to prove their intelligence by continuing to create these Beasts. The competition was fierce, but Kemp would prove he would come up on top. He was certain of this outcome.

What would Bias want of him tonight? Kemp's heart raced with excitement as his body began to become warm.

Bias pulled Kemp close, wrapping him in his cape as their bodies pushed up against each other. This wasn't the first time he felt that cape against him alongside Bias' body. But each and every time it was a thrill. Already he felt he was going to melt as Bias' gaze was directed straight at him. Such beautiful, fierce eyes.

“I see how hard you've been working, Doctor Kemp.” Bias began, his voice silky and sinful. "Let me give you some personal lessons tonight."

Kemp knew exactly what that entailed, and felt a fire begin to blaze deep within his core.

“Please, Professor. It would be an honor.”

Bias pins him up against the wall and starts to languidly kiss Kemp, who returns the kiss without hesitation. It doesn't take long for Bias to let his tongue in, and Kemp eagerly accepts. Going along with the rhythm that gets established.

His head starts to get fuzzy. The only thing present in his mind right now is to please Professor Bias at all costs. Granted that was a common thought of his, but this time the type of pleasing is different.

One of Bias' hands goes up against Kemp's neck, the other carding his hair. Relishing in how Kemp reacts to his touch and quickly becomes putty in his hands. His students are so loyal, so good to him. Just about every night he has these "private lessons" with each of them. And how eager each of them are is rather charming.

Meanwhile Kemp's mind only gets enveloped in a haze of lust even thicker than before, and begins to crave more. Bias can easily tell.

They both come up for air, and Bias wraps Kemp in his cape again. The two of them feel each other's bulges rube up against each other. As Kemp lets out a gasp, what to do next becomes very obvious.

“On your knees for me Doctor Kemp.” Bias commands with a gleam in his eye. Catching how Kemp bites his lip.

“Yes, Professor.” Kemp promptly obeys as he sinks to his knees, and gets to work.