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Czeslaw scowls the whole way to the library, his annoyance at having to study skyrocketing as he enters the building.
Being raised from an early age to learn about business made a lot of his classes easier, but there were things even he didn't know, and Czeslaw wouldn't be caught dead with failing grades.
It helps that they're aren't many people around, most students going home for the long weekend. Czeslaw doesn’t mind people normally, but when he was already feeling irritable, he didn't want to deal with anyone talking to him.
It's as he's looking through the bookshelves that he spots them. Pyro is sitting by themself, pressed in at one of the small desks. He doesn't mean to stare, but he can't help it. Pyro is so focused on their work that they don't notice him approaching, gnawing their lip as they write.
It draws Czeslaw's attention to their lips, his face warming without his permission. That irritability from before shifts into something else, and as disgusting as Czeslaw knows it is, he's curious.
He doesn't think twice before grabbing their notebook, smirking as Pyro startles so hard they almost fall backwards. He flips absently through the pages, not paying attention to what's actually written. His eyes are locked onto Pyro, who stands when they realize what's happening. They shrink under his gaze, thin shoulders hunched up to make themself smaller.
It's amusing to see someone so tall be so incredibly meek. Czeslaw pretends it doesn't make him feel as hot as it does to intimidate Pyro in that way.
Pyro swallows hard, their throat bobbing as they find their words. "Can I have that back, please? I really need my notes."
They look up at him anxiously, and they would have reason to, if Czeslaw were in a worse mood. It wouldn't have been the first time he destroyed something of Pyro's, but he didn't feel like tormenting them today. Not like that, at least.
It's almost cute the way the light up when he hands it back to them. They tuck it into their book bag before meeting his eyes again.
They still look nervous, shifting backwards. "Did you need something?"
Czeslaw tilts his head, considering them. He can see their eyes flick down to his hands, and he knows they're trying to figure out if he's cornering them with intention.
He steps forward, following as they try to back away. "Maybe I do. What are you going to do about it?"
Pyro flinches hard when his back bumps into the wall, lifting his hands up in surrender. "Nothing! Unless— Unless you want me to do something…?"
His uncertainty makes Czeslaw chuckle. Pyro had always aimed to please him when they were children, and that tendency carried over now that they're adults, though Czeslaw knows it's Pyro's attempt to protect himself.
It's cute that he thinks anything he does will stop Czeslaw from doing what he wants.
Czeslaw tilts Pyro's chin up, watching his throat as he swallows. Heat churns in his abdomen as Pyro fidgets.
"Czeslaw…?"
He wants so badly that he doesn't bother holding back. Pyro jolts as Czeslaw slams their lips together, squirming for a moment before going limp. Pyro whines, and through Czeslaw's never kissed another man, he knows what he wants.
He pins Pyro's wrists to the wall, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Pyro whines again, but doesn't fight, letting Czeslaw explore. Warmth spreads between them, breath coming out in gasps when Czeslaw pulls away to breathe.
Pyro pants, staring up at him with wide eyes. "What—"
Czeslaw interrupts him, whispering harshly into his ear. "Shut up. Don't you dare ruin this for me."
Pyro shudders, nodding their head. Their face is flushed, their cheeks and ears bright pink. It spreads down to their neck, the blush making the freckles dotting their skin all the more obvious.
They gasp as he pulls down their shirt collar, slipping their coat off of their shoulders. A whine escapes their mouth as he eyes their pale skin.
"C— Czeslaw! Someone could see us!"
He glares at them, effectively shutting them up. "I told you not to ruin this for me. No one will find us if you stay quiet."
Pyro hesitates, meeting his eyes with both fear and want. They stay quiet, so Czeslaw kisses them again. They try clumsily to return the favor, but it's obvious they don't have any experience.
Czeslaw presses rough kisses along their jaw and throat, delighting in the sharp inhale they let out. He releases their wrists, pressing his hands against their hips, fingers digging into their skin.
Their hands find his jacket, holding on gently, though their fingers tighten in the fabric when he nips at their neck. Their voice is a whisper, pleading.
"…Please, please kiss me again."
It sends a bolt of heat through him, and while he wouldn't usually give Pyro what they want, he gives in, pressing his lips to theirs.
Pyro melts when Czeslaw decides to be gentle this time, their whole body leaning onto him. He holds them up, wrapping one arm around their waist, his free hand squeezing their thigh.
They moan softly into his mouth, breathing hard when Czeslaw pulls away. Their head lands on his shoulder as they catch their breath. They're leaning so heavily against him that Czeslaw can hear the impact when he pushes them away.
Pyro lands hard against the floor, frozen for a moment before turning their wide eyed stare on him. He can feel their eyes on him as he walks away, can hear them scramble to follow behind him.
They grab at his sleeve, flinching when he turns on them.
Pyro looks painfully confused. "You're leaving?"
Czeslaw raises an eyebrow, pulling his arm away as he straightens his jacket. "What? I got what I wanted. You didn't think I was going to hang out after that, did you?"
Pyro wilts, backing away. "…No. I guess not."
Czeslaw huffs, glaring. "You had better not tell anyone about this. I'll make you regret if you do."
They wilt further. "Of course."
He scoffs, ignoring their kicked puppy expression as he walks off. He brushes his finger over his lips as he moves to a different part of library.
Not bad at all.