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Continuation

The moment stretched on, the two of them lost in each other. The world seemed to fade away around them as their lips met again and again, each kiss more urgent than the last.

Aoki broke away, leaning his forehead against Kenzo's. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I didn't mean to lose control like that. I just..." He trailed off, his eyes searching Kenzo's face for an answer that he couldn't seem to find.

Kenzo's thoughts were a whirlpool of confusion and desire. On one hand, he couldn't believe that Aoki had declared his feelings for him so suddenly, and in such a passionate way. On the other hand, he had always known that there was something more between them than just professor and student.

He took Aoki's face in his hands, looking deeply into his eyes. "I understand," he said softly. "But we need to be careful." He lowered his lips to Aoki's, pressing them together in a long, slow kiss that left them both breathless.

Aoki pulled away, his eyes wide with shock and desire. "We can't do this," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "It's wrong, on so many levels. You're my professor, and I'm a student. It could ruin both of our lives."

Kenzo shook his head, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. "I don't care," he said, his voice firm. "This is what I want. And I'm not going to let anything stand in our way." He leaned in again, kissing Aoki with a passion that left him no room for doubt.

Aoki gave in, kissing him back with all the fervor he felt. For a moment, they were both lost in the sensation, their bodies pressed together in a way that felt both impossibly right and completely taboo.

Finally, they parted, their hearts beating erratically. "We have to be careful," Aoki said, his voice catching in his throat.

Kenzo nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "We can do that." He stood up, holding out his hand to Aoki. "Come with me."

Aoki took his hand, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. He couldn't hold anymore.. He was impatient, desperate and needy for his professor's touch and love so he started unbuttoning his shirt and started giving wet kisses all over his professor's body ...making professor all aroused and excited..

The moment dragged on, a blur of sensation and emotion that Kenzo would remember for the rest of his life. Each touch, each kiss, each whisper left a mark that he knew would never fade. He felt alive in a way that he never had before, lost in a world of Aoki's making, a world where there was nothing but the two of them and their desire for one another.

As Aoki's shirt came off, Kenzo's eyes drank in the sight of his body, lean and toned, a testament to the hours he had spent working out and training. Aoki's lips moved of their own accord, tracing a pattern of kisses across kenzo's chest, the soft hair tickling his face as he explored every inch of his professor's body.

Kenzo moaned, his body arching into the touch, his fingers digging into Aoki's hair. He was lost in the sensation, his heart racing as he felt Aoki's lips on his skin, his tongue exploring every crevice, every curve. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted Kenzo in that moment, his heart heavy with desire and need.

Finally, he could bear it no longer. With one swift move, he had Aoki on his back, their bodies pressed together in a way that left no room for doubt. Aoki's mouth found Kenzo's, their kiss a fusion of passion and need, their bodies moving as one in a rhythm that seemed to go on forever.

The pleasure washed over them both, leaving them breathless, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating as one. For a moment, time seemed to stop, and there was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other, lost in the moment.

Finally, reality began to assert itself again, and Aoki's breathing slowed. He rested his head on Kenzo's chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. For a moment, they were the only two people in the world, lost in each other, lost in a world of their own making.

But even as they held on to that moment, they both knew that it couldn't last. They both had responsibilities, obligations, lives to live. And so, with a reluctant nod, they separated, letting the moment fade into memory.

To be continued...