Ambush.

[dracolicious]

Tellingly, Potter has been casting forlorn glances toward my desk of late, so I decided to surprise his kinky arse by posing innocently and filling out an unnecessary stack of paperwork in nothing but a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Not that he deserved it, as he recently allowed my supply of bacon to wither into nothingness

Comments

[boywholives]

Mortimer Scorpius, if you say that word one more time, you're not going to be smiling for much longer.

[dracolicious]

Brat. See if Daddy gives you any treats tonight.

[boywholives]

Yes, because you were so good at the last punishment involving treat deprivation.

[dracolicious]

If you had witnessed the stunning argument she put forth, you would have also felt inclined to shorten the period of treat denial.

[boywholives]

This is entirely our own fault, you realise.

[dracolicious]

Technically, this one was mine.

I could have said worse, Potter, so stop giving me that look.

[boywholives]

Please. As if I haven't said far worse in front of them. We both have. The point is, we're far too lax about that sort of thing.

[dracolicious]

And we're far too daft to actually mind our mouths all of the time, so what do you propose we do about it?

[boywholives]

Your hobby is minding the children.

[dracolicious]

Well, I'm not very good at it, am I?

[boywholives]

Shush. You're brilliant at it.

[dracolicious]

Brilliant at teaching them foul language, maybe.

[boywholives]

I don't judge your need for trees, so don't judge my need for a bit of forearm. Besides, it's not even about that.

[dracolicious]

Is that so? What is it, then? Have you got a kink for watching me slave away over a stack of parchment? Remind you of staring me down during lessons at school?

[boywholives]

Your mockery only insures that I will not tell you what you want to know.

[dracolicious]

Then I won't give you what you want to see.