Blasted woman...
fiatincantatum is tormenting me, so now it's her turn.
See, I really did mean to come back and just study for my Japanese, but nooooo. She had to torment me with pretty images of pretty boys on their knees.
Hmph.
Yet another
Disclaimer: Neither boy is mine. For thoes of you who don't know, this uses the rpg that fiatincantatum and I are in as canon and goes from there.
Raiting: PG
He hadn't been expecting the dark haired figure silhouetted against the bright moon. He really hadn't. The other boy's tie was gone, his shirt collar unbuttoned, his hands shoved into his pockets, he was leaning against the window frame, staring at Inir.
"Ernie, what are you doing up here? It's after hours." Focus on that Inir, not on the way the moon lights his hair. Focus.
"Mmm, yes, I know." Ernie's voice was low, quiet. "I figured I'd give you a hand, came up here a little bit ago and cleared out the couples, sent them all back to their dorms. I may not be a prefect, but..." He shrugged. "You'd be amazed how much clout you can have just catching them at something their not supposed to be doing."
"I didn't need the help," Inir said, frowning.
"No, I didn't figure you did." His head tilted and the angle of the light shifted so Inir could make out the faint smile on the other boy's face.
"Well then, what're you doing up here?" Inir took a few steps forward, trying to see into Ernie's eyes, peering into the back lit face.
"Waiting for you."
"Wha...?" Inir didn't get to finish because Ernie's arms came up, wrapping around his waist and pulling him forward. He felt Ernie's lips descend upon him as his arms slid up over the younger boy's shoulders.
Slowly, carefully, Ernie pulled him closer yet, pressing into the kiss. His tongue slipped out, lapping lightly at Inir's lips, requesting entrance, and Inir could only moan as his mouth opened.
All Inir could sense was Ernie. The scent of him, the feel of his shirt under his hands, the taste of him - it overwhelmed Inir. Another moan slipped out as he felt Ernie's hands pull lightly at his shirt, untucking it and slipping underneath to caress his skin.
He had no idea how he'd ended up kneeling. The only thing he could think was that his knees had given way and even that thought was foggy, because there was Ernie above him, still kissing him. He arched up to meet those lips, and cried out as they were denied him. Instead of resuming the heated kiss Ernie turned his head and attacked the neck that Inir had revealed to him. Ernie pressed kisses and bites into the feverish skin as his hand pulled the Head Boy's tie off and began to work at his buttons.
"Ohhh," Inir gasped out as Ernie breathed into his ear, and Inir had never known the ear could be an erogenous zone. Then Ernie nipped lightly against his earlobe and with a cry Inir shot up in bed.
Panting quietly he stared around the seventh year dorm in confusion, looking for the adorable Hufflepuff.
"Shit," he muttered, dropping back onto his pillows. "Shit."
Everything was quiet in the room for half a second, and then another whisper slid into the room. "But how does it end?" Inir's voice stilled, and all was once again silent.
See, I really did mean to come back and just study for my Japanese, but nooooo. She had to torment me with pretty images of pretty boys on their knees.
Hmph.
Yet another
Disclaimer: Neither boy is mine. For thoes of you who don't know, this uses the rpg that fiatincantatum and I are in as canon and goes from there.
Raiting: PG
He hadn't been expecting the dark haired figure silhouetted against the bright moon. He really hadn't. The other boy's tie was gone, his shirt collar unbuttoned, his hands shoved into his pockets, he was leaning against the window frame, staring at Inir.
"Ernie, what are you doing up here? It's after hours." Focus on that Inir, not on the way the moon lights his hair. Focus.
"Mmm, yes, I know." Ernie's voice was low, quiet. "I figured I'd give you a hand, came up here a little bit ago and cleared out the couples, sent them all back to their dorms. I may not be a prefect, but..." He shrugged. "You'd be amazed how much clout you can have just catching them at something their not supposed to be doing."
"I didn't need the help," Inir said, frowning.
"No, I didn't figure you did." His head tilted and the angle of the light shifted so Inir could make out the faint smile on the other boy's face.
"Well then, what're you doing up here?" Inir took a few steps forward, trying to see into Ernie's eyes, peering into the back lit face.
"Waiting for you."
"Wha...?" Inir didn't get to finish because Ernie's arms came up, wrapping around his waist and pulling him forward. He felt Ernie's lips descend upon him as his arms slid up over the younger boy's shoulders.
Slowly, carefully, Ernie pulled him closer yet, pressing into the kiss. His tongue slipped out, lapping lightly at Inir's lips, requesting entrance, and Inir could only moan as his mouth opened.
All Inir could sense was Ernie. The scent of him, the feel of his shirt under his hands, the taste of him - it overwhelmed Inir. Another moan slipped out as he felt Ernie's hands pull lightly at his shirt, untucking it and slipping underneath to caress his skin.
He had no idea how he'd ended up kneeling. The only thing he could think was that his knees had given way and even that thought was foggy, because there was Ernie above him, still kissing him. He arched up to meet those lips, and cried out as they were denied him. Instead of resuming the heated kiss Ernie turned his head and attacked the neck that Inir had revealed to him. Ernie pressed kisses and bites into the feverish skin as his hand pulled the Head Boy's tie off and began to work at his buttons.
"Ohhh," Inir gasped out as Ernie breathed into his ear, and Inir had never known the ear could be an erogenous zone. Then Ernie nipped lightly against his earlobe and with a cry Inir shot up in bed.
Panting quietly he stared around the seventh year dorm in confusion, looking for the adorable Hufflepuff.
"Shit," he muttered, dropping back onto his pillows. "Shit."
Everything was quiet in the room for half a second, and then another whisper slid into the room. "But how does it end?" Inir's voice stilled, and all was once again silent.