My lips burn from your taste…my mouth tingles as well. I rub my neck, where you had left your mark. Claiming me must have been brave…or stupid, because I have already been claimed, but I was not as willing to them. I liked being claimed by your mouth. Your mark was hardly as ugly…more violet than black. I rub it fondly, remembering your teeth worrying my shoulder and neck, and the surprised little moans that I heard myself muttering in response. I’m hardly surprised now. I remember everything we’ve done, and I sometimes replay it to myself, thinking of everything we will do.

It was an ungodly hour, something around 2 or 3 in the morning and I was awake, sitting in the Common Room, watching the flames in the fireplace morph to different colours as the temperature dropped and upped. You walked in and I looked up and recognized you immediately, and wondered what the hell you were doing in my Common Room. I didn’t really protest that fact. Truth was, I had the advantage in either situation that could be played out. You were either sneaking about and I could satisfy my ego and turn you in, or you truly wanted to see me…and I had wanted to see you, for a long while. I was not about to object to your presence.
I shifted over to provide you room as you sat, calmly as ever, next to me. I think you only spoke one sentence to me in greeting, not at all what I expected of you. You said “You’ve been looking at me, I know. Don’t worry over it, I’ve been looking at you too.” I remember blinking and not having enough time to respond as your mouth captured mine. That’s exactly what it was, capturing. Not owning, quite, but you were not delicate. You caught me, and caught you back. Your tongue probed into my mouth, and massaged against mine, tasting. I remember the soft sigh you let breathe into my mouth. Relief, maybe. My tongue explored over your lips and I moved closer to you then pushing my hands through your tousled hair to deepen the kiss.
You weren’t satisfied with just that though. You surfaced and took a breath, searching my eyes for any opposition. Why would there be. I wanted you, that was bloody sure. I had wanted you for quite some time. You leaned back in, your electric eyes half lidded, and you closed your mouth around my neck, running that silky tongue along my flesh like you were drawing on the sand.
I got antsy then, to feel you. My fingers ran about your robes, probing for an opening. My eyes were lidded shut and short little puffs of air escaped my mouth in reaction to your tongue. My fingers found their destination. I shrugged off the clasps of your school robes, the hot velvet draping off your skin. I was pleased to learn that you wore no shirt. My fingertips traced around your skin, following the indentations the muscles in your arms, and the dashes of black pepper hair across your chest.
You nibbled your way down my collarbone and I groaned, one of my trademark over-confidant smiles twitching across my lips as you discovered one of my favourite hot spots. My hand still slid down further, fingertips rubbing your ribs delicately and my palms slowly coming to glide past your bellybutton.
I nudged your chin up with my nose and brought my teeth down over your throat, my tongue swirling warm lines over your Adam’s apple. I felt you breathe in and moan, the vibrations sending tingles through my mouth and teeth. You brought up your hand to haphazardly brush off your glasses and set them on an easychair next to us.
I eased you down on the couch, straddling your waist and kissed you deeply, but only once. I rose up and did away with the entirety of my clothing with a simple, well practitioned spell, my robes crumbled like crushed velvet next to yours on the floor. I remember wanting to feel you stiffen against my own member, through your trousers. I wanted to feel the dampness of your pre-cummed cloth against my head.
I reached my fingers down and danced them teasingly along the top of your groin, and leaned back, rubbing my hands down the insides of your thighs. I rocked back and forth, leaning back forward, bracing myself on the couch arm with my palms flat. I felt my ever stiffening erection move against your cock, which was making no effort to stay asleep. I smiled lazily down at you and you blushed a little then.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said. “You’re very well-hung, Potter.” Your green eyes flashed with an ego boost, and I crouched over you then. Telling you deftly to “Watch, Potter.”
I took my own prick in my hand, pre cum staining the ivory and pink tip. I began to work the shaft, slowly in an up and down motion. I closed my eyes and grinned trademark, and I heard you groan. I kept grinning. My thumb traced the vein at the base and capped over the slit, and I wiggled my thumb back and forth, exciting a moan from both you and me. I settled down again, licking myself off my thumb. I smiled when I felt the stretch of dampness from your trouser had grown since I last settled there.
I mumbled a spell, and the button and fly on your trousers popped and zipped open satisfyingly. I pulled it off impatiently and looked up. You were stiff and hard as a doorknob and it made my own cock head pulse. I leaned down to breathe hotly over your slit and I felt you shudder and groan. I licked a circle around your head and stopped, running my tongue over my lips. You were slick and smooth and you tasted good…better than any butter beer.
My eyes roamed to see you had your head back, one hand cupping the base of my skull and the other entangled in your own hair, your eyes half lidded and lips parted enticingly.I leaned down to breathe hotly over your slit and I felt you shudder and groan.
You stiffened a moan with a bite on your lip when my tongue circled around your cock again. I smiled. I enjoyed taking my time, savoring every moan and shudder I could make you succumb. My hands cupped either one of your arsecheeks and spread them apart, dipping my head lower. I sensed you tensing with wonder. You had never thought of this, I could tell.
I first reached my index finger down to my own prick head, gathering some pre cum on the digit, then raising the finger to your head, lathering your cum over mine. I brought my finger down to the puckered ring and began to lather the natural lubricant over the muscle, enjoying the small gasps and shivers of pleasure from you. I began to probe and rub with my fingers, you wriggling in my grasp. I finally pushed a small amount of my thumb inside you and I felt your body tense as the muscle contracted and retracted over my thumb. I almost moaned when you did.
I dipped my head lower again, extending my tongue and I noticed you had raised yourself up to watch. I swirled around the pink, probing and tasting as far as my tongue would allow. You moaned in over-whelming pleasure and bucked your hips weakly. Your cock stood straight up, curving a little, dribbles of pre-cum glistening down your shaft. I moved my head up, and pushed a prepared finger into you further and you gasped and writhed as I took the whole of your cock into my mouth, my own prick throbbing.
I sucked you off until I felt you were close to coming. I pulled off, licking my lips, and de-serting my finger from you.
“Lovely, spread your legs for me.” I murmured and you lifted your legs apart, pushing yourself upward to make room for me. Your prick brushed against your stomach, leaving a small wet trail and I licked it off promptly as I positioned myself.
I held my cock with my left hand and pushed the head against your opening and the muscled retracted, allowing my head passage. You growled and I silenced you with my mouth, sharing your taste with my tongue. I pushed deeper into you, slowly, and your hips moved fore-ward, you sliding yourself onto the rest of my cock. I pulled out then and pushed back in and I felt you tense with a little pain. When I moved back in I churned slightly and brushed your prostate and you gasped free of me and moaned my name each time I thrust in and out.
My thrusts became deeper and more intense as I felt my orgasm budding and building. I struck your prostate once more and you began to come violently, bucking your hips and coming over your stomach and over my chest. Seeing you spent over your own stomach and myself sent me over the edge and I came, pumping into you one last deep thrust before pulling out and finishing in your mouth, your tongue lapping at all I had to offer. I sighed and smiled contentedly, lying on top of you, running my fingertips over your chest.
I play these memories to myself while I grip my cock in my hand, when you’re not here, or not allowed to be. I think of you, brow furrowed, hands entangled in both of our hair, black and almost white.
Such a contrast, you and I.

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