Celestial Bloom : Blooming In Starlight ( Season 1 )

The Classroom Collision

The second sun of Astralis had barely kissed the rim of the artificial atmosphere dome when Lior staggered into Advanced Harmonic Applications, his jacket still half open and his collar hiding bruises from two nights ago. Not that anyone would notice. Not with Kai Vireon already seated by the window, the glow of twin stars casting sharp angles across his impossibly calm face.

Professor Emeron, a half-cybernetic being whose eye flickered every three seconds, didn’t waste time. "You’ll be working in pairs," she said in that glitch-tinged voice, "to analyze acoustic wave distortion across mixed-frequency fields. Group assignments are preselected. No negotiation."

Lior didn’t even glance up until he felt it—a chill down his spine.

"Elion Calvess and Kai Vireon."

A few muffled snorts. One gasp.

Kai stood with silent, precise grace, pulling his chair beside Lior with the cold efficiency of a blade drawn from its sheath.

Their knees touched.

Lior didn’t move.

"You reek of sweat and... regret," Kai murmured just for him.

Lior offered a dangerous smile. "You reek of control issues and daddy's credits."

Kai turned to face him directly, their knees now locked. "You didn't block me."

"I should have."

"But you didn't."

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Lab Room Theta-19. 5th Period.

It wasn’t just a room. It was a womb of sound. Designed with soft-black acoustic panels, hovering frequency tools, suspended audio crystal spheres, and recording nodes that tracked every breath, vibration, and echo.

They stood alone inside, assigned to create a complex duet sequence that layered physical resonance with vocal output.

"You sing," Kai said, studying him like a puzzle. "But your voice isn’t what seduced half the system. It’s what you hide in it."

Lior leaned into the control panel. "You analyze everyone like they’re enemy targets?"

Kai moved closer. "Just the ones who make my pulse rise."

Lior turned. "You have a pulse?"

"You’ve felt it."

Kai was behind him now. A breath away. Lior felt a gloved hand trace the line of his spine through his academy-issue shirt. Every inch tingled.

"We're supposed to work," Lior whispered.

"We are. I'm studying resonance."

Kai pressed against him fully. The friction was instant—their bodies aligned like magnets set to explode.

Lior gasped, arms bracing against the panel.

Kai leaned in and licked just behind his ear.

"Your frequency vibrates at 212.3 hertz when you're resisting me."

Lior shivered. "And when I stop resisting?"

Kai spun him fast, gripped his wrists, and pinned them above his head against the soundproof panel.

Lior moaned before he could stop it.

"Then you shatter."

Their mouths met—hot, violent, unstoppable.

Clothes didn’t come off. They were torn.

Gloves stayed on. Kai used them to slide under Lior’s waistband, fingers stroking, teasing, gripping.

Lior bucked against him, grinding, desperate.

"Tell me to stop," Kai whispered.

"Fuck you."

Kai chuckled. "Later."

He dropped to his knees again—but this time, it was more than a tease.

He devoured.

Lior's hands slammed the wall, head thrown back, knees weak. The frequency sensors around them blinked red and violet, capturing moans, gasps, curses—layered into a chaotic harmonic blend so intense it began generating waves in the crystal fields.

"Kai—gods, stop—"

"Say please."

"Please... harder."

Kai growled and pulled Lior closer.

No softness. No mercy. Just raw need and raw sound.

When Lior came, the entire wall of audio spheres burst into light, vibrating with their climax.

Silence followed. He collapsed into Kai’s arms.

Still panting, Kai whispered against his ear, "Next time, you'll be the one on your knees."

Lior smirked. "You think there's going to be a next time?"

Kai's hand slipped between his thighs again. "You're still hard."

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Later, in the hallway.