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Kiyoshi was himself amazed that he had kissed Akio - and moreso amazed that Akio sensei hadn't flipped out. He began to wonder if maybe this was heading somewhere, but he didn't want Akio to feel pressured into anything.
"Yeah, I guess I did" he said, as he let the hand on Akio's waist stray slightly up the teacher's untucked shirt. Akio let out a gasp, but suddenly Kiyoshi gently thrusted his groin into his sensei's back, and he careered slightly into the table, grasping it for support.
Kiyo stepped back and hoisted himself up onto the table behind him where he perched himself atop it, rhythmically flailing his dangling legs, leaning back slightly, supported by his hands and looking at Akio expectantly.
"I love you Akio sensei, and I can't even remember when I feel in love with you, but I know that I love you. I don't want you to feel under pressure, so, if you want, we can continue with science club, otherwise, I want you. Now."
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