Jarrod received Evan's note (there was no doubt that was his handwriting), and he tucked it away. He was quite curious to see what his lover was up to. The old Potions classroom? At midnight? That was a odd place to meet.
Figuring he better be dressed for the occasion, whatever it might be, he put on a pair of nice black trousers, and a button-up shirt made from silver silk (it happened to match his boxers). He combed his hair, and smiled at his reflection in the mirror before heading out to the designated location.
When he arrived he tapped lightly on the door. "Evan? It's me." He whispered, praying that neither of them would be caught by a teacher. It was well past curfew, and the last thing he needed right now was a detention.
Evan jumped up, walking forward to stand in the middle of the room.
"Come in, Jarrod." He called out, nervousness clear in his voice. He'd placed privacy and illusionment charms on the room, so hopefully only Jarrod would see what the old classroom really looked like. He looked towards the door, waiting for his lover to enter. Jarrod opened the door just as the clock struck midnight.
Jarrod opened the door shutting it behind him. He turned to face Evan, and his jaw dropped. The other was wearing a silk top...already half undone, and...
Fuck...he's wearing leather trousers... The sight of Evan alone, looking that sexy, was enough to get half hard. "Bloody Hell, you look gorgeous, love!" He leered at Evan, licking his lips, and walked over to hip, wrapping his arms around the other's hips. He noticed right away how much the shirt complimented his eyes and bloody hell was that...makeup? Eyeliner? Only Evan could pull that off..."I could just eat you up..." He leaned in and gave Evan a brief, lingering kiss. "Happy Valentines Day." He smiled. So that is why Evan asked him to meet at midnight. Suddenly it was all coming together. He looked around the room. "Love the decorations...really sets the mood." He chuckled. "So this was the stuff you had to do, eh
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"Sorry I had to run, but I had a lot to do..." Evan smiled, leaning in and kissing Jarrod again. He hummed contentedly, resting his forehead against Jarrod's as he broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry, love. For everything that's happened over the last couple of days." He gasped quietly as Jarrod took hold of his hips, wincing in pain quickly, then trying to hide it. Taking Jarrod by the hand, he led him over to the hideous, disgusting couch.
"Sorry about the pattern, by the way...transfiguration was never my strong suit..." Evan grinned, sitting Jarrod down on the couch. Telling the other boy to close his eyes, he reached under the couch, pulling out a small box which contained a book he knew Jarrod had been looking for for months. He laid it on Jarrod's lap, nervous as to his lover's reaction.
Evan grinned, arching into the other boy's hand. Tangling his fingers in Jarrod's hair, he tilted his head back, exposing more of his neck to his lover.
Jarrod groaned, biting down hard on the exposed flesh. It thrilled him to know there would be a mark later, in the same of his mouth. "Mmmm wanna feel your talented mouth on me..." He ran his tongue over the now reddening skin. "Suck me, gorgeous..." He whispered huskily.
"Gladly..." Evan kissed Jarrod hard, then slid down his body, pressing against the other man every inch of the way. He pushed Jarrod's trousers down and off, pulling the boxers with them. Sliding back up, he licked Jarrod's cock from root to tip, rubbing at the other man's hips with his hands.
Jarrod gasped loudly. "Fuck...yes...more please, love. Don't hold back." He let out a soft whimper throwing his head back, his fingers reaching down and tangling themselves in Evan's locks.
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Figuring he better be dressed for the occasion, whatever it might be, he put on a pair of nice black trousers, and a button-up shirt made from silver silk (it happened to match his boxers). He combed his hair, and smiled at his reflection in the mirror before heading out to the designated location.
When he arrived he tapped lightly on the door. "Evan? It's me." He whispered, praying that neither of them would be caught by a teacher. It was well past curfew, and the last thing he needed right now was a detention.
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"Come in, Jarrod." He called out, nervousness clear in his voice. He'd placed privacy and illusionment charms on the room, so hopefully only Jarrod would see what the old classroom really looked like. He looked towards the door, waiting for his lover to enter. Jarrod opened the door just as the clock struck midnight.
"Happy Valentine's Day, love."
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Fuck...he's wearing leather trousers... The sight of Evan alone, looking that sexy, was enough to get half hard. "Bloody Hell, you look gorgeous, love!" He leered at Evan, licking his lips, and walked over to hip, wrapping his arms around the other's hips. He noticed right away how much the shirt complimented his eyes and bloody hell was that...makeup? Eyeliner? Only Evan could pull that off..."I could just eat you up..." He leaned in and gave Evan a brief, lingering kiss. "Happy Valentines Day." He smiled. So that is why Evan asked him to meet at midnight. Suddenly it was all coming together. He looked around the room. "Love the decorations...really sets the mood." He chuckled. "So this was the stuff you had to do, eh ( ... )
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Evan bit his lip, nodding.
"Sorry I had to run, but I had a lot to do..." Evan smiled, leaning in and kissing Jarrod again. He hummed contentedly, resting his forehead against Jarrod's as he broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry, love. For everything that's happened over the last couple of days." He gasped quietly as Jarrod took hold of his hips, wincing in pain quickly, then trying to hide it. Taking Jarrod by the hand, he led him over to the hideous, disgusting couch.
"Sorry about the pattern, by the way...transfiguration was never my strong suit..." Evan grinned, sitting Jarrod down on the couch. Telling the other boy to close his eyes, he reached under the couch, pulling out a small box which contained a book he knew Jarrod had been looking for for months. He laid it on Jarrod's lap, nervous as to his lover's reaction.
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"What's your command, then, Master?"
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