RP Hogwart's Library - Open to anyone
Evan shut the last book with a sigh, weary of Goblin rebellions and treaties. He'd almost finished his essay for Professor Binns, and spots were now dancing in his eyes. He leant back in his chair, rubbing his eyes, before running his hands through his hair. It was an attempt to straighten the locks which had become tangled as he'd grabbed his hair
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They were four days overdue which lead to a long lecture from Madam Pince.
Jarrod apologized and promised he would return the books on time for now on. When the liberian turned her back he rolled his eyes, and headed for the exit. Out of the corner of his eyes he notices a familiar figure sitting at a table, looking as though he was asleep on the desk.
He smiled deviously and crept up behind Evan. "You're working too hard, mate." He whispered leaning in close to the other's ear.
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"It's the fucking goblins. They've all got the same names, they're always fighting the same bloody battles. I could make it all up, and he wouldn't know the difference."
Evan rubbed the back of his neck, blinking wearily at the page in front of him, trying to concentrate on finishing his essay rather than the boy beside him.
"All I need to do is a conclusion now, and then we can go have a smoke or something. I just need to get out this fucking library..."
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He stretched and then plopped in the seat next to Evan. "History of Magic is not worth stressing out over, mate. There are more important things in life to think about..." He grinned.
"I just finished my Potions homework, so I'm free. Anything I can do to help?"
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"Fuck it. I'll finish it there. I think my brain might dribble out through my ears if I do anymore." He scrawled a final sentence with a flourish, then hastily shoved everything into his bag. Swinging it onto a shoulder, he stood up, offering a hand to Jarrod. Grinning cheekily, he asked, "Coming?", and quirked an eyebrow at the other boy.
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"I've not even started yet, gorgeous..." Undoing the button of the other boy's trousers, he slid the zip down, exposing his cock to the cooler air. Breathing gently on it, he moved his mouth over the head, pausing just before it slipped in.
Looking up at Jarrod again, he made sure the other boy's eyes were fixed on his, before he oh-so-slowly took his cock in his mouth, pressing his tongue against the vein on the underside.
Fuck, he looks gorgeous. Gonna make you come undone, make you scream...
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He swallowed around it, then pulled off slightly, putting his finger in his mouth, then placed his hand behind Jarrod's balls, gently stroking the sensitive skin there.
He slid his fingers back, probing the other boy's hole, before gently pushing in; simultaneously, he swallowed his cock to the root, humming softly with satisfaction.
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He's so sexy...can't stand it...
"Please don't stop. S'good..." He moaned loudly, as an intense wave of pleasure passed through him. He knew he wouldn't last long if the other kept this up.
Afraid of accidentally getting too rough with the hair tugging, and hurting the other, he pulled his hands back and grabbed the sheets instead, scrunching them into a little ball. He had to try with all his might not to thrust wildly into Evan's mouth.
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"Yeuch! Why do you insist on making me want to vomit? We're in bed. Naked. You should be whispering sweet nothings into my ear, not imagining our teachers naked, for fuck's sake..." He shuddered, trying to dismiss the frankly terrifying image from his mind, and caressed Jarrod's neck gently, rubbing at the soft skin there.
Evan's hair flopped into his eyes, and his flicked his head, trying to get it out of his face. As he did so, he winced at the slight pain in his neck. He reached up, rubbing at the marks Jarrod had left there, probing and exploring them.
He marked me. He actually marked me!
Evan was jubilant inside. Jarrod had claimed him, physically and mentally, and even when he was away from the other boy, Evan would have a link to his lover, be reminded of their time together, for a few days at least...
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He pushed Evan's hair away from his eyes, and took a good look at the dark red marking which were now appearing all over his neck. "I got a little carried away. There are way to conceal those...if you choose to do so." I hope you don't. You're mine. I want whole world to know.
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"I belong to you, love. Why would I want to hide that?" Evan's voice had grown husky to match his lover's, and he could feel the slow burn of arousal spread through him. Leaning down, he let his hair fall like a curtain around their faces. He kissed Jarrod gently, sweetly; almost chastely.
Rolling them back over so that Jarrod was above him, Evan let his legs fall open slightly, allowing Jarrod to settle easily between them. He kissed the other boy again, licking gently at his lips, requesting permission to enter.
Very different from their earlier kisses, Evan was tentative, exploring this new depth to their relationship, Jarrod's public claiming of him.
Gods, I could never deny him anything...If he wants me to wear a mark for the rest of my life, I will......where the fuck did that come from? slightly scared by the strength of his feeling, Evan pulled back from the kiss, gazing into Jarrod's eyes, tucking a stray lock of hair behind the other boy's ear...
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"I'm glad to hear that. I do want you to myself, as selfish as it may sound. You're too scrumptious to share..." He ran his tongue over the markings he made. Jarrod found himself, savouring the kiss, like a fine wine, or a good piece of chocolate. Usually when he took a lover, it was rough, quick, carnal. Not that there was anything wrong with that...but Evan seemed to sometimes be downright gentle. It was a refreshing change of pace.
He let out a soft sigh and began to slowly grind his hips against Evan's their erections meeting. He could feel himself began to harden all over again, and he moaned at the sensation.
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