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Pyro's just trying to make it to class when they're grabbed and pulled into a small alcove, their back hitting the wall hard as they're slammed backwards. They flinch as a hand is pressed over their mouth, fear making their heart pound.
It's only when they open their eyes to see their assailant that they force themself to calm down.
Czeslaw stares up at them, glaring until they slide down the wall to be smaller than him. They swallow hard, adrenaline still pumping through their veins.
Pyro stays silent when Czeslaw moves his hand away from their face, knowing better than to speak first. They had no idea what sort mood he was in, whether he pulled them over here to hurt them, or because he wanted them. It's hard to tell, so Pyro tries not to assume.
"I've been looking for you." Czeslaw scowls. "Are you too busy for me now?"
Pyro shakes their head quickly, keeping their voice low despite the urgency in their tone. "No. I'm not, I swear. I've— I've just had a lot to do this morning."
Czeslaw frowns, but calms at the response. He lifts their chin up, his thumb brushing over their split bottom lip.
"That'll never heal if you keep biting it," he murmurs, but looks far too pleased for Pyro to think he means it. It warms their cheeks to see the pride on his face at the mark he left them with last time they met up.
Czeslaw notices their flustered expression, smirking to himself. The look in his eyes is repulsed and desiring at the same time, but the desire wins out. He digs his nail into the wound on their lip, his smirk widening when they whine.
He tilts their face up, pressing his mouth against theirs none too gently. Pyro's eyes close, leaning into Czeslaw's lips. It's searing, Czeslaw's hand coming up to pin their wrist against at wall as he deepens the kiss.
Pyro's free hand holds onto his jacket weakly, trying to stable themself. Czeslaw swallows all the noises they make, pulling away just long enough for them to catch their breath before coming back for more.
It's rough and demanding, and Pyro lets Czeslaw take what he wants. It feels good, and it's been a week since they've been touched by anyone.
They whimper when Czeslaw pulls away to nip at their neck. They bite their lip hard enough to split it right back open, trying to keep themself from being too loud. If anyone found them like this the moment would end, and Czeslaw wouldn't want to touch them again.
They muffle a yelp when Czeslaw bites their collarbone, hand tightening in his jacket as he sucks on the mark.
It's only when Czeslaw's hand slips under their coat that they realize what time it is, remembering the whole reason they were here in the first place.
Pyro whines. "I— I have class."
Czeslaw doesn't acknowledge their words, continuing to mark up their neck.
They try again, voice breathy. "Czeslaw, please. I'll— I'll be late…"
Reluctantly, Czeslaw moves away from them, scowling for only a second before he looks over their disheveled appearance.
A satisfied smirk pulls at his lips. "Well, we can't have that. I would run if I were you, if you want to make it in time."
Pyro swallows hard, glancing back at Czeslaw once before taking off down the hall, their cheeks blazing as they pull up at their collar.
What a mess.