There's a few moments of panting and post-orgasmic limpness. Then:

"Alright," the senior says, "no time for afterglow, let's rinse off and get back to our respective classes."

"Ughhh," Matt groans.

James licks his lips and gets to his feet slowly, stretching and cracking his joints. And still kind of grinning dumbly.

There's a row of showerheads, like in the gym locker rooms of the old timeline. There's also soap and shampoo pumps, and a dispenser and receptacle for towels outside the splash radius.

Sex world tech is great. He kind of wants to accidentally miss some of the cum on him but honestly that would probably not be that hot actually. If he's not dripping cum everywhere he goes what's the point?

He showers and uses a towel from the dispenser to dry off.

And Matt brings him back to the classroom, where Mr. Dresden is diagramming relationships between the characters. He nods to the returning prodigals.

"Had fun?" Edmund murmurs as James sits down.

"I absolutely did, a senior joined in and I am only very sad that I decided against coming back here dripping."

"Ridiculous," Edmund says, but his cock twitches at the thought.

"If you tell me to do it I'll do it," he whispers as he gets back to his seat.

"Mm. No, I want you dripping my cum if it's anyone's."

"Even better."

Edmund's hard, now, and his hand wanders down to idly fondle himself. While listening to the dulcet tones of Mr. Dresden talking about internecine Bennett relations.

James visibly licks his lips at him while looking at his dick for a bit but then looks back at the teacher. He has to stay a good student after all.

Mr. Dresden is not one of those teachers who fights to keep everyone's attention up to the bell; five minutes before, with disconcertingly accurate timing, he assigns homework and lets the students work among themselves.

Edmund continues writing on the same notebook page where he had been taking his notes. If James glances over he might notice some odd, unAustenly words on that page.

In accordance with the school's values, teachers are not to wear clothing while in class
Might have knock-on effects w.r.t. ambient Christianity, authoritarianism

The staffroom glory holes are to be attended by a valid relief student at least 4 periods out of the day
Doubt anyone else wants to suck off their teachers and I only want one of them

Mr. Dresden specifically is to fuck Edmund Pevensie specifically in front of everyone and call him a dirty slut
We could be retroactively creating an HIV vaccine, this is stupid

"I would totally suck my teachers off," James says casually, reading over Edmund's shoulder.

Edmund jumps. "Oh, of course you would, but - hmm. I don't know. It's - I need to stop thinking about how to use my fabulous reality-altering powers to get into one man's pants, it's thoroughly embarrassing."

"I think," and he lowers his voice enough to not be heard, "Mr. Dresden in particular will be a tough nut to crack. He got more clothed the more naked we did, and even in the orgy world he was still very—himself."

"Yes, but that perversely makes him more appealing. If he'd just take his clothes off I could move on with my life."

"And would the glory hole help any with that? How would you know it's him?"

"A certain ineffable cockfeel? I don't know! I'm actively trying to argue myself out of this whole thing!"

"Oh, no, definitely don't, if this is possible I, too, would love to experience the ineffable cockfeel."

Edmund bites his lip. "I do feel like the staff gloryhole is sort of inspired. But I don't know how to clarify a way for, um, patrons, to determine their... clients?"

"That'd kinda defeat the point of gloryholes, though, wouldn't it? It's meant to be anonymous on both sides."

"Ugh. You're probably right..."

Lo, the bell. "Maybe I'll have something by day's end," Edmund says, gathering possessions. "But hopefully I'll have moved on with my life."

"It's only a few days-old crush," he says, as if the same could not literally be said of the thing going on between Edmund and himself, "it might go away on its own.

"Does feel like a shame to—" and he catches himself before saying "be God" because he feels that would not land right with Edmund "—have these powers if we can't use it to get consensual sex out of willing participants we find hot."