Monday night - Adrian is late ... too late? (NSFW)

[dark_at_heart]

Another important entity to recognize is subclinical hypolyricalism, defined by mildly increased mu and psi magical radiation levels. It is a very common disorder, with a prevalence in from 1 to 10% of the adult population. It is encountered most frequently in those who appear to become spellbound by any form of lyrical repetition: musical, magical, poetry, etc.

No need to turn from his perusal of the latest issue of the International Journal of Magical Maladies to see who opened the door. Bia's reaction told him it was Adrian. The wards on his bedroom door were keyed to admit him after all.

"You're late." The words snapped out and Roger wished he could somehow mask the frustrated self loathing in them.

Zelus gave Roger a worried frown before hopping off the bed to greet his master with obsequious adoration, as a good dog should.

As Roger would not.

Three fucking hours he'd sat here waiting.

Wanting.

His hard-on uncomfortable in the extreme. Three hours.

Adrian had said, "See you 'round 8." It was ten after eleven.

*

"I know, I'm sorry." Adrian's tone was soft, full of warmth for the dogs... and Roger, but he would focus on the dogs. "Grett wanted to show us some new moves, he had learned in Italy, and then Conner and I went over time. When I came back, I needed sort through a few things and Viktor wanted to talk a bit..." Now he would have room for all his stuff and he hadn't wanted to brush his room mate off. He'd been neglecting the man, the friend he had in him.

He purposely ignored Roger's hostile tone while scratching Bia under her chin. It wouldn't help dwelling on it and he didn't want to. Not tonight.

He stood, but Roger remained where he sat, hunched at his little desk, back turned towards Adrian... rejecting. "You still want to go over -?"

*

"No, I - " Roger cut him off, then bit his lip.

If I look at him, he'll see. He always sees. Davies, get a grip!

*

Adrian was not at all into these games tonight. He'd said he was sorry, even though he didn't have to answer to Roger for his actions and pastimes or the hours he held. He'd done nothing wrong.

He was so not in the mood to be twisted around Roger's little mindfucking finger tonight.

He sucks me, he sucks me not.

He regretted the thought as soon as it registered. It wasn't just that... he didn't even know what it was anymore.

He sighed and tried one last time, figuring he'd be back in his room with Viktor shortly. He'd be surprised if not, with the mood Roger was in.

"Roger," he spoke softly, "what's wrong?" He held one hand out in invitation, so sick of the flip flop, hot cold, mixed messages. He needed... he needed for Roger to accept, to open up, to for once just hold Adrian, instead of being held ... letting Adrian relax in the faith of being wanted, needed.... Oh, how he hoped every damned time, just like now.

*

Roger stood up stiffly and took two steps closing the distance between them. He looked into Adrian's eyes. His own were mirrors of helplessness and hopelessness. But Adrian's were friendly and open. Roger sagged with relief. He'd been so afraid Adrian had changed his mind and had blown off their da- their study appointment, would rather be with Gabe or Viktor, or anyone but him.

He took another step and took hold of Adrian's hand- "What's wrong is I've been sitting here for three solid hours," -and placed it on his crotch, "with turgid vascularly engorged flesh. Oh!" His knees went weak at the contact. So longed for, so afraid he'd lost.

*

Adrian knew Roger used technical language when he was upset and grasping for control. Then his hand felt how hard Roger was.

For me? For three hours? He smiled with delight. He couldn't help it, couldn't help the small lurch of something inside him, that Roger had waited for him, wanted him this much... maybe...

He ran his hand over the hard bulge, finding the hot length of Roger's cock pressing against the fabric and squeezed lightly before letting his other hand join in, cupping the balls. As he started moving both hands, he looked intently into Roger's eyes, searching for... anything.

*

Both Adrian's hands were on him, one massaging his rigid cock through the fine wool of his trousers, the other cupping his balls. He thrust against the pressure. Two thrusts, three.

"OH!" he cried, clutching at Adrian's shoulders as orgasm shook his frame and his world tilted sideways.

"Oh!" he gasped, his senses full and brimming with Adrian holding him tight. Then, shaking and tingling with aftershocks, the last drops of come wetting his pants, Roger reached up to capture Adrian's face.

"You see?" His voice was a shriek, strangled with emotion. "Do you see what you do to me?"

He realized he was pulling Adrian's hair, so he let go and sat on the bed heavily. He put his head in his hands, curling in upon himself, shuddering and shaking in a thoroughly unpleasant mix of confusion, guilt, lust, shame, and loathing at his own weakness and vulnerability. Pathetic, weak, sodding girl!

Zelus sighed and pushed at him with his nose.

*

Adrian was for a moment stunned by Roger's outburst, then sighed and let his arms drop to his sides, as Roger moved away... again. Always that retreat, closing off

why, why, why?

He knew why though. Roger didn't truly want this. He wanted to be straight, wanted to be normal, wanted.... wanted Adrian enough to push himself ... no, both of them this far again and again and yet, whenever Adrian came too close, there it was again... the wall, the shame in Roger's eyes, the confusion and then the distance.

Adrian was getting very close to giving up, the thought scaring him and that again stunning him. Why was he scared of letting Roger go? Why indeed had he even bothered for so fucking long and why, oh why couldn't he just ... not feel what he did?

Because that was impossible, simple as that. He couldn't let go, couldn't stop feeling and could never give up. Even if it hurt so impossibly much every time Roger pulled away from him. They had been increasingly physical with each other and gods, Adrian loved it. Every bloody second, if only he could forget what came after.

It was time to face himself. Had he forgotten that, in the pursuit of facing Roger and the confusion and the frustrations? What had changed so radically inside him? Changed so much, there was an actual physical pain inside him when he saw Roger like that? Changed so much that he tried once more?

You love him, that's what.

He kneeled down in front of Roger, almost afraid to touch him and feel those shivers "I'm sorry... " He spoke softly, almost a whisper, not knowing what more to say. He only knew what he wanted to do and also knew with only too painful clarity, he could not do that.

*

Roger crumpled into himself. He didn't know who he was anymore. All he wanted was Adrian's touch. He sat there waiting to hear Adrian leave the room. But then, there he was, kneeling in front of him, softly apologizing.

Roger was so grateful when Adrian came to him, didn't leave him, as pathetically shattered and unsure of his own mind as he was. But gods his body was sure. His body knew how much it craved Adrian's touch. And it was time Roger admitted it. He reached out and placed his hands on Adrian's shoulders. "You have nothing to apologize for. I ..."

Dear gods, was there anything he could say that would not screw this up. "I want you to hold me tonight. I want to hold you." His breath was a nervous pant. "I don't want to be alone."

*

Adrian was not able to resist this time. So many times had he last minute told himself to back away, to continue the game a bit longer...convincing himself, knowing that Roger wouldn't be ready for that, wouldn't want that.

But this time he lost to himself. The words, the longing look in Roger's eyes, the widening pupils at he had leant closer, the faint flare of Roger's nostrils, as if he was taking in Adrian's scent, inhaling in anticipation, wanting this... Everything told Adrian, the moment was now or never.

Closing that last fraction of distance between them, his hands coming lightly to rest on Roger's thighs, Adrian immersed himself in the warm scent around Roger, unable to distinguish between the different components, only registering the deeply content feeling it gave him until their lips met.

Then he didn't think anymore. Gently...softly, their lips only touched, sliding against each other, the faint moisture on his own lips easing the friction and it was exactly as Adrian had thought it would be.

His eyes fell shut in pleasure as he allowed himself to simply enjoy. Not the fact that he had won, that he had finally shown Roger what it was, they both wanted. No, it were the sensations, that these were Roger's lips against his, Roger's body he could feel beneath his hands, warm as he ran his hands around Roger's back. Adrian knew very well how Roger felt, but it was suddenly so different, so new in the kiss.

Their breaths were almost synchronous, soft and slightly fast through their noses as the kiss continued in that endless moment of no-time, yet still not long enough. Adrian could've stayed like this forever and not wanted more, but...

...Roger was not kissing him back, was not reacting and Adrian decided to draw away. Even though Roger wasn't pushing him away or actually trying to end the kiss, it was not wanted, Adrian was not wanted. He had lost and he had been wrong after all.

Adrian opened his eyes slowly as he drew away, looking into Roger's and trying to find the words that could somehow undo this, save at least a friendship, he hadn't realised meant that much. He wasn't used to friendships that actually meant that... a friendship. And now that he had it, he didn't want to lose it.

*

Roger's brain went into overdrive when those beautiful sensuous lips touched his.

Intellectually he could see that yes, kissing a man was quite satisfying, even stimulating. Not distasteful at all. Not any better or worse than kissing a woman. But kissing Adrian, now, that was very stimulating and exciting, stunning in fact, much more so than kissing any girl had ever been. And that extra heightened sensory effect may only be due to the uniqueness of this being his first kiss with a man. Still, Adrian was unique and desirable by any standard. A hard 11 on a scale of 1 to 10. Mmmm, maybe a 12.

Emotionally he knew his dad would kill him. He'd already disowned him. He nearly laughed out loud. His dad would think this was a slap at his face, the same as his choice to become an Auror. He thought Roger's life was all about him, when Roger had made his decisions for himself, for his own life, not for his dad. Kissing Adrian wasn't flaunting his dad. It was... gods what was it? Why was he doing this? Why was he letting Adrian do this. Oh no! This is so wrong wrong wrong!

Spiritually a voice inside screamed that he was headed straight to hell and he deserved to go there. And yet, another part of him, that gentle soul that believed in the goodness and rightness of love above all other forces in this world said, how could this be bad? Love is spiritual and surely that is what you will have with Adrian, if you do not have it already. Love is a verb. Love him. Awaken to the possibility. If God sends happiness your way, why would you refuse it? Let Adrian love you. Let go and let God.

But Physically it felt so good. Warm and comforting. Luscious, sensuous, beautiful. Adrian's scent and warmth sent such powerful signals of partner, mate, mine, comfort, and safe to Roger's hindbrain.

He still hadn't responded and when Adrian's lips pulled away, Roger's hand touched his cheek. He wanted to rail at him. Adrian how dare you? What the hell do you think you're doing! Get off me, you queer!

He whispered, barely audible. "Adrian, I'm not ready for this." But his hand, his traitorous hand on Adrian's cheek drew their lips together again, and this time Roger did kiss him back, he gave in to the wish that had silently been plaguing him and sucked Adrian's bottom lip between his own. And it felt wonderful. And he couldn't hear any of the voices in his head anymore when Adrian's tongue followed his lip into Roger's mouth.

*

The touch on his cheek and the soft words didn't make it easier and Adrian had still not come up with those words, unlikely at a loss and that thought was unsettling, since he very rarely was unable to find words that would turn a situation to his favour.

Then suddenly he didn't need those words anymore, lips once more connecting, demanding and oh... He moaned as his lip was sucked in, heat, moisture and he couldn't resist, this time not questioning anything at all as he slid his tongue into Roger's mouth and roamed it almost gently, tasting, exploring and discovering and he had been right.

A happy smile wanted to form on his lips, as he pressed close to Roger, but his lips were currently very deliciously busy as he deepened the kiss, engaging Roger's tongue with a soft moan.

This was good and it would get better.

*

Roger was lost in the most wonderful kiss. Adrian's tongue against his was all he'd ever dreamed, all he ever wanted. And gods, but he wanted more and more of this divine sensation. He moved to the edge of the bed, his inner knees touching Adrian's hips where Adrian straightened but remained with his knees on the floor. Roger wrapped his arms around Adrian's neck pulling him closer and closer, pressing their chests together as the kiss became more passionate. The taste, the feel of Adrian's tongue felt so right, as he'd known it would all along.

This was it, the struggle was over. He belonged to Adrian now.

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes

He opened his mouth wider accepting Adrian's tongue deeper. He felt like leaning backwards and his cock began to stir again in interest.

*

The kiss silenced his mind as he felt Roger's reactions, telling him this was it... this was Roger finally letting go and just... accepting himself, Adrian, this...this need between them, the powerful want that kept pushing anything else aside, that made Adrian feel like he had won a price infinitely larger than the one he had bargained for. So much more, than he had dared hope over the last weeks, falling deeper into his own web around Roger, falling with Roger, falling...

in love...

With a gasp, Adrian drew away enough to break the kiss, but not to break the contact between their parted lips as he panted slightly for breath and the hot arousal building at the pit of his stomach.

He looked directly into Roger's eyes, the proximity blurring the view, but he hoped Roger would see what was in his eyes. That Adrian was his so utterly and completely it was frightening to think about. He'd never felt that, felt like he belonged to somebody; heart, body and soul.

"Want you... need you so much..." he muttered softly against Roger's lips, the words low, intent, true... He didn't wait for a reply and resumed the kiss with a deep moan, curling his tongue against Roger's, He moved a hand up to cup the back of Roger's head, fingers running into the hair as he moved even closer between the legs against his hips. Gods, he wanted so much and he wanted it now, now, please now.

*

Adrian pulled away, but Roger felt him panting against his lips. So warm, so wild, so ... feral. He met Adrian's eyes, so close. And for once he accepted what was in them. He just took what Adrian gave, so willingly, the intense interest, affection, emotion. He stopped trying to find some other explanation for it and just accepted it.

"Yours," he breathed before Adrian, moaning, kissed him even more passionately. Roger moaned in turn.

You've got me, you fool. How many times have I told you? Just take what you want, I won't resist. I won't deny you. I can't deny you anything. But Adrian wouldn't take it. He wanted it given. And right now, Roger wanted to give it all, give all of himself, anything to get closer to Adrian. Anything.

Adrian's tongue stroking the roof of his mouth drew small animal sounds from the back of his throat. The sensations were so rich, so meaningful. Spikes of pleasure shot along his nerves urging him on and on. He pulled Adrian closer. It seemed so natural to wrap his legs around Adrian's hips, like they belonged there. He leaned back pulling Adrian along with him, but their lips broke apart. "Touch me..." he whispered, his lips at Adrian's ear, love me"...hold me... "love me"...kiss me..." love me"...yes..." love me" ... make love to me."

He held on so tight, relishing the feel of Adrian's weight on him. Just kissing and breathing and feeling. He couldn't get enough of Adrian's tongue. He sucked it in. He sucked it harder.

*

Adrian shivered as they came into close perfect hot contact, and followed Roger up on the bed, keeping one hand in the soft short hair, his other moving down to slide over one of the legs so wonderfully wrapped around him.

Roger's words, hot puffs of air over his ear, over his soul, took his breath away and he was speechless, his mind blanking again at the implications, how fully Roger was giving himself over to Adrian and to what they were... would be now.

lovers...

The strong suction on his tongue was driving him crazy, arousing him madly and with a soft growl deep in his throat he pushed/heaved Roger further up on the bed. He followed, not giving up any of his holds and careful not to dislodge from Roger and that wonderful kiss... and the just as wonderful connection between their groins.

Clothes needed to be gone now, and when he was faintly satisfied with their position, he drew out of the kiss, lust and emotions darkening his eyes as he looked down into Roger's. "Clothes off!" it was almost a command, had it not been directed at himself too.

*

Roger's insides fluttered at the sound of a growl and then he felt himself bodily tossed up the bed, along with Adrian, then their cocks were touching, through their clothes and Roger moaned. Adrian was so hard, so strong, so everything he needed. And he needed it right now.

Adrian drew away and Roger looked up in question. His breath caught at the intensity and emotions in Adrian's lust darkened gaze. Without thought, Roger's nimble fingers began working on Adrian's shirt.

*

Finally letting go of Roger, but not moving away more than required to keep his balance as he pulled his knees up, Adrian quickly began opening the damned eternal waistcoat he loathed for being in the way, for being between them when there shouldn't even be air between them. The waistcoat open, Adrian started on the shirt, but finally just lost patience. He wanted to taste Roger's skin now!

With frustrated growl he ripped it open, the buttons flying to all sides. Finally!! With a deep moan he latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, both his hands sliding down between them to open Roger's trousers. Gods! How could it be that Roger tasted so much better now?

*

Roger barked out a laugh in surprise when Adrian ripped his shirt open, and then he cried out at the feel of hot skin on his and lips on his chest, oh god sucking his nipple.

"Oh please," he begged, not even sure what he was begging for. Just more Adrian. He felt Adrian working at his trousers but he couldn't reach to reciprocate. The lips on his chest felt so good driving out all thought, except to get these damned clothes off. His feet worked at his shoes (they bounced off Adrian's back) and he was able to slide and squirm out of his shirt and waistcoat, thankfully realizing he could break his wand by laying on it, ... by making love on it.

Then Adrian freed his cock and was touching it and Roger moaned again. No cloth was in the way, just skin on skin.

Adrian Adrian Adrian Adrian Adrian Adrian Adrian Adrian

"Adrian Adrian Adrian," he breathed between moans and gasps of pleasure.

*

Adrian didn't have time to be amused by the way Roger's laugh changed so quickly into a far more rewarding sound. He moved with Roger, as the man pulled off shirt and waistcoat, barely noting on the sensation of shoes bumping against him and falling on the bed and then down on the floor.... didn't see the dogs look at each other as if thinking their master and his mate have gone crazy. Silently they padded over to the armchairs, Bia jumped up and curled into herself in one, while Zelus simply flopped on his side next to it.

Adrian's mouth was busy with tasting while his hands were busy with feeling, one hand curled around Roger's hot hard cock, the lingering traces from his earlier climax easing the firm strokes slightly. But now his own shirt was open. Quickly he released his hold on Roger and looking down into his eyes, Adrian shrugged it off. Then he reached down between them and took hold of the waistbands on Roger's trousers and boxer briefs.

I wonder if it's the red ones his stray thought brought a bright delighted smile to his lips and he tugged hard, pulling the trousers down over Roger's hips. It seemed Roger got the point and unwrapped his legs, so Adrian would be able to pull the trousers off completely.

Adrian slithered off Roger, pulling the boxers and trousers with him and finally discarded them on the floor. Fuck!! Seeing Roger like that, hot, hard, eyes dark, intense and hungry just for him. Just for Adrian and nobody else.

Swiftly he kicked off his shoes while opening his trousers, freeing his own so very hard erection. They'd barely slid over his hips before he near-pounced Roger again, groaning with pleasure of warm smooth skin meeting his, their hard cocks coming into electrifying contact as Roger wrapped around him and pulled him close.

Hovering just over Roger's face, eyes locked, Adrian had to take a moment to just feel, take in all the sensations and remember Roger's earlier words, lips, taste... "Mine." Roger was his and Adrian claimed him again with a passionate kiss, this time sucking his lovers tongue into his mouth, inviting him to claim back.

*

"Oooooo," Roger whimpered when his tongue was forcibly sucked into Adrian's mouth. He rode wave after wave of pleasure from his body touching Adrian's, the way Adrian's hands constantly moved, the way his cock pushed against Roger, the moans and sounds he made. Yours yours yours. Adrian sucked at his tongue again, as though asking for something, demanding it, and Roger pushed his tongue deep into Adrian's mouth, questing ... and it felt wonderful, but it was as though Adrian relinquished control of the kiss.

Again, ... dammit, ... he wanted something of Roger and Roger didn't know what it was. Roger tried directing the kiss, swirling his tongue around, but it was as though they'd skipped a beat. He ran his hand down Adrian's back, relishing the feel of the smooth skin, muscles flexing as Adrian pushed their bodies closer closer, closer, oh gods, never close enough! When his hand reached the swell of glute he gave a squeeze, then drew it around and between them. Adrian lifted a hip and Roger slid his hand to find Adrian's cock. He gripped it and realized, "We need lube ... unless ...you want me to suck?" He felt a dirty little thrill at saying such a thing. He met Adrian's eyes with a brilliantly happy smile.

*

Adrian felt a small surge of arousal at that whimper, how he could make Roger sound. The kiss was brilliant and Adrian enjoyed how Roger took the control of it at his invitation, the roaming tongue telling him how much Roger wanted this.

Why do I need to know that all the time?

For a fraction of a second, it was as if Roger was confused, hesitated, a small break in the endless flow of breathing and touching and kissing and moaning. Even in the growing haze of pleasure at Roger's hands moving over his body, curling around his cock, talk like that... so hot, Adrian noticed it clearly, knowing Roger so well by now. Just a heart beat, but it was there and once more Adrian had to know. Needed to hear Roger say it... to think on it and want it.

The bright smile meeting him as he looked down at Roger, the heat in those mesmerizing eyes went a long way to tell Adrian this was very much wanted. But he had to know... he wanted Roger to tell him "What do you want?" his voice was soft and low, colored by the strong lust and arousal inside him.

*

"I want," Roger began as he took Adrian's face in his hands, "you to want me. I love it when you take what you want from me. When you decide, when you are in control and I don't have to think about it."

How to express it? With a girl, he knew who was in charge and acted accordingly, leading the dance and watching her progress, her mood, her enjoyment, but here, with Adrian, he couldn't do that, couldn't push the pace, the activities. Didn't want to.

He rubbed his face against Adrian's, willing him to understand. "I love it when you touch me. Touch me, Adrian." He bit at Adrian's lips with his own, gentle teasing nips. "Make me feel. Tell me what to do."

*

Adrian captured Roger's teasing mouth in a short, but deep kiss "I want you" which had never been a question. From the beginning, there had been that... the want, even though he hadn't realized just how strong it was for a long time, other matters swallowing his attention. Now there was only Roger in his mind, but even as the words sent a thrill of power through him, the power he had over Roger, he wasn't sure he wanted such power. He wasn't sure he didn't want Roger to think about this. The thoughts would be there later and then things went...

But he had never been able to resist anything Roger wanted and this was no different. Roger wanted him to take... he would take. Roger wanted him to touch... he would do that too, enjoying every second. Adrian was tired of thinking, of fearing the 'after' so he would just... do.

First, another kiss. Now that he had tasted Roger's mouth, felt his lips and tongue, he could not get enough of them. With his hands he cupped Roger's face and kissed him hungrily, once more controlling...taking.

*

Roger moaned. He felt boneless when Adrian kissed him greedily like that. The nips and bites just bordering on pain, but so intensely pleasurable.

Yes ... yours ...

*

Reluctantly Adrian broke the kiss, his lips not leaving Roger, traveling down over his jaw and throat, nipping lightly on the skin. He sucked hard as he reached the hollow of Roger's throat, teasing the trapped skin with his teeth, while he let his hands roam freely down over chest and sides.

When he was satisfied with the whimpers and moans coming from Roger, he moved further down. Looking up at Roger, he licked around one nipple with the tip of his tongue, then sucked on it with a moan of pleasure. He could feel Roger's cock twitch against his abdomen when he bit down, not really hard but still, then licked soothingly over it with the flat of his tongue.

*

"Oh yes, I love this," Roger whispered between gasps of pleasure and moans of desire, " ... love this ... love you ... love what you do to me."

As Adrian's body slid down his own, Roger felt Adrian's cock slide down, pushing his balls to either side. Adrian's balls touched his arse then slid past and Roger squirmed at the feel of Adrian's cock against his arse cheeks. The intensely intimate touch came and went as Adrian moved about touching and kissing and licking, and Roger moved in reaction and to meet those touches, those lips.

Roger's hands massaged Adrian's shoulders and back, and stroked over his arms, in his hair. He leaned forward to plant kisses on Adrian's head.

*

Roger's hands roaming his back and arms urged him on and he continued further down, nipping and biting lightly, following the smooth hard planes of Roger's abdominal muscles with his lips and tongue. And all the time he could feel Roger's cock, so hard, so eager...

He swirled his tongue around Roger's navel, then dipped into it, worshipping the small indentation, while his hands ran down over Roger's hips and the back of his thighs, caressing almost teasingly with his fingertips.

But he had places to go, things to do and however delightful it was to feel Roger writhe at his teasing, he moved on. He pressed open-mouthed kisses down along the treasure trail, just barely avoiding Roger's cock that lay hard against the lower abdomen, waiting just for him.

Not yet, though... not quite yet. Adrian slid his arms down along his own body then under Roger's legs, pushing them up and to the sides, giving him better access. He leered up at Roger, then slowly swiped the broad of his tongue up over the soft sac and the underside of his lover's cock. He could taste the lingering salty traces of Roger's earlier orgasm, mingling with the faint sweetness of pre-come as he reached the head of the cock.

*

"Feels so good," Roger panted as his ... lover made his slow sexy way down his body. Yes, they were making love now. No more quick hand jobs, or blows against the wall. Well, maybe that too, but this ... this was ... exquisite torture as Adrian ignored his cock, kissing and licking around it. Roger cried out, a small animal whimper, when Adrian licked at his navel while running his hands around Roger's legs, legs that were around Adrian's back. And then he pushed Roger's legs up and apart. That was a new sensation!

He lifted his head and met Adrian's eyes. Gods what a lascivious leer! Roger smiled at how much Adrian wanted him. Then a warm wet tongue licked up the length of his cock and Roger's head slammed back into the bed. He could barely draw breath. Gods he was so ... so exposed ... so completely at Adrian's mercy in this position, flat on his back his legs bent in the air. And gods, but he loved it! He dug his fingers into the bedspread to keep from pulling at Adrian's hair. He panted as Adrian went on and on licking him, nibbling at him, moaning at the taste of him. He tried to file away somewhere what was happening so that he could return the favor at some point.

*

Adrian sucked lightly on the skin just behind the balls, knowing exactly how fucking good that felt, then licked up along the now very hard cock, nibbling along the large vein until he reached the head. Almost gently he drew it into his mouth with a moan, teasing the slit with his tongue, before he slowly sucked the hot erection deep into his mouth and throat, not stopping until his nose brushed against the wiry curls.

Gods, Roger tasted so good, felt so right in his mouth, under his hands and Adrian doubted he would ever get enough of him. Fighting so hard for it, only made the prize so much sweeter. Adrian moaned again as he started bobbing his head slowly, moving his tongue against the underside of that delicious cock and only sucking lightly. He didn't want to bring Roger close... yet.

*

Roger's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation ... there. He'd never known ... that such a place existed on his body till he'd read about it in that damned book. That wonderful, wonderful book. Oh gods, Adrian's wonderful, wonderful lips and teeth ...eating him! He was being eaten alive and he sodding loved it!

His heels rested on Adrian's shoulders until he was taken into Adrian's mouth. With a heartfelt groan his feet slid down Adrian's back till the backs of his knees came to rest on Adrian's shoulders. He couldn't help the tiny thrusts his hips made. So close, he was getting so close to coming again, so soon, and Adrian hadn't come yet. But that wasn't anything to worry about. He looked forward to trying out his own tongue on Adrian's body, as soon as Adrian let him up. "A ..." he gasped out between pants.

*

Feeling Roger's legs slide down his back as if every strength was sucked out of the man, sent a strong shiver through Adrian as he moved easily with Roger's small thrusts. Gods, he wanted Roger so much... wanted all of him, wanted to feel all of Roger, be inside him.

Adrian's cock twitched underneath him at that thought and he moaned around the hard length in his mouth. Roger's sounds and reactions were telling Adrian his lover was getting too close and he eased slightly off, teasing more than arousing.

His hands had been caressing Roger's thighs idly, but now he reached out blindly with one, searched and found Roger's shirt and waistcoat. He hauled it close and managed to slide the wand out of its sheath. The magic inside the wand tickled his fingers and sent light almost electric impulses up his arm. But it didn't feel wrong, to hold Roger's wand, to use it. It was Roger after all, and Adrian wanted all of him, also his magic.

Adrian pulled his mouth off Roger's cock for just a moment and muttered a lubrication charm. Swiftly he put his lips back where they belonged, wrapped around Roger's cock, and he let go of the wand. As he took the hard erection deep into his mouth again, teasing with his tongue, he moved a hand between them and slid his fingers over Roger's entrance. He massaged the puckered muscle lightly before he carefully and so very gently pushed a finger inside, just to the first joint, and started moving it in tune with his mouth, every time moving the finger faintly deeper. He moaned again at the incredibly tight heat and just wanted to be there, wanted to fill Roger and be closer to him than ever before.

*

Roger came back to himself a little as the rhythm changed and Adrian slowed down. Pulled back. Good, maybe he was ready for Roger to reciprocate. Roger relaxed and took a deep shuddering breath. His eyes fluttered open just as Adrian's mouth left his cock and he started to lift his torso.

"Uh," he grunted at the unexpected tingle of magic on his body ... up his arse! "What?" But then Adrian sucked in his cock again and the question fled, until he felt fingers running over his most intimate area. It tingled, it tickled, it was so strange, but so arousing. His knees started to move up again, opening himself more to Adrian.

And then he was breached. He tried to drag in breath to speak, to question, to understand what was happening, but a wave of pleasure crashed over him. It started at his hips which clenched in reaction, then moved up his body, through his torso, shoulders, his head.

When he could breathe again, and open his eyes and see again, he caught a look of wonder and awe on Adrian's face. "The look on your face, love," he whispered before giving over to the sensations writhing through his body by writhing with them.

Roger moaned, his head and body moving back and forth on the bed as though the pleasure and sensations were too much for his body to contain. "Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, ... oh A ..."

*

The hitched inhalation made Adrian look up at Roger's face and the look of sheer pleasure on it had him blink and still all his moves for a moment. He was still staring when their eye's met and Roger spoke. The tone of Roger's voice sent a thrill through him and he smiled around his lover's cock.

He hadn't expected Roger to react like this, obviously enjoying it a lot. Adrian didn't need to know more and resumed moving, keeping Roger on edge with his mouth while he slowly fucked him with his finger. It was hard not to think about how it would feel to sink into Roger... take him completely, make love to him, but Adrian knew he wouldn't last long if he got too excited, so he put all his focus into making his lover feel good.

When he felt the tight clenching around his finger ease up, the muscles relaxing, he very gently added another, twisting them lightly as he moved them in tune with his mouth, preparing Roger... gods, he shouldn't think of that, but he did and couldn't hold back the moans. To distract himself, he searched for the prostate... and readied himself for the reaction as he found it and brushed his fingertips against the small gland.

*

Erotic stimulation seemed to increase and increase with no end in sight. Yet it was always on the edge. It never quite spilled him over. Roger couldn't stop moaning with the pleasure of it. It was like Adrian had taken over control of his body and was playing it like a piano. He was really going to have to pull away soon if he wanted to reciprocate, because Adrian's mouth and fingers were very quickly driving him mad.

Then the world exploded and he thought he heard someone shriek.

When the shining purple white confetti started to clear his vision and Roger could draw in a ragged breath again he took note of how hungry he was. Ravenously empty, his hunger was like a yawningly huge ache within his body, within his soul.

And he knew that one thing, and one thing only would fill this emptiness and would satisfy this particular hunger.

"Adrian," he called, perhaps a bit weakly.

One set of fingers tangled in soft hair, the other clutched around a shoulder and dug into an armpit, and both pulled. "Adrian come close."

*

Adrian pulled off Roger's cock with an almost evil smile on his lips and looked up at him. That outcry and the reflexive clenching around his fingers had told him, he had indeed found the exact right spot and the hands on him, the tone of Roger's voice, almost had him give in. But he was going to relish this... to take every small ounce of pleasure he could... and if that included driving Roger mad... making him beg, all the better.

He didn't move away and instead whispered against hot hard flesh "Not yet, love" then started licking over his lover's hard cock, slow long swipes with the flat of his tongue from the base to tip. He could feel the muscles relax further, but it wasn't enough yet. He didn't want to hurt Roger after all, he wanted it to continue feeling as good as it obviously did now.

Adrian carefully added a third finger and sucked lightly on Roger's balls to distract him from any discomfort until he could find the prostate again. He slid his free hand up over Roger's abdomen and chest, ending up with brushing his fingers over a nipple.

*

Not yet?! Insufferable! Roger wanted to hold him and claim him, eat him as he was being eaten, but his indignation dissolved into desperate needy moans when Adrian started licking him again. Kissing his balls, oh gods, the feel of it!

Oh! now that was different. That was a lot. Relax. The book said you have to consciously relax. Roger forced himself to take a deep even breath and did so. He pulled his knees toward his chest again, opening himself further to Adrian's attentions, which were starting to seem like torture, an exquisite mind blowing wonderful torture.

He reached for the hand that covered his chest and entwined his fingers with it then gripped it hard as the electric stimulation began boiling over him again. "Closer Adrian. Want you closer," he pleaded. "All the way down there." He was panting again. "Want you up here."

Then the glittering purple white confetti was back, and there was that shriek again. Did we put up a silencing charm? At the moment, he couldn't be bothered to care. He just wanted that, ... that feeling to continue to build. He realized he had Adrian's arm in a death grip, but he couldn't let it go. It was all he had anchoring him to the world of reality, otherwise he would just float away - he and his arse - on a cloud of purple white glitter.

*

Adrian's hand was in pain, but the rest of him wasn't really registering that. It did register the words, the plea, though. How Roger's entire being wanted him and was ready for him.

Finally he gave in, unable to hold himself back any longer. Adrian moved up on his knees between Roger's legs, one hand held tightly, the other one still inside Roger with three fingers. Dilemma, he realised, when he leant over Roger. Getting his hand back didn't really seem possible so he would have to remove his fingers and give up those sensations. Which was hard, since his brain couldn't focus on anything but the sheer need to be inside Roger now.

But he had to and carefully he extracted his fingers, swiftly grabbed the wand and cast another, almost breathless, lubrication charm. Wand discarded again, he moved even closer. His captured hand was already hooking up one leg and he moved the other leg over his shoulder before he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Roger's relaxed opening. He was more or less keeping his balance only a bit longer...just a moment more on his knees and the hand on Roger's chest.

This was it, what he had waited for so long and the eye-contact with Roger told him what he needed to know. Like it had always done. With a soft moan he pressed forward and gasped as strong sensations assaulted him, the feeling of sliding past the first ring of muscles, the point of no return. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to draw away. "Oh... god." He nearly fell forward, but managed to keep himself up on his other arm, barely able to keep it outstretched and support his weight on it. Heat, tight and so fucking unbelievably good "Roger..." Adrian's voice was breathless.

*

Roger felt Adrian move and thought, Good, he's headed this way. We can get back to kissing.

Then several things happened in rapid succession. Roger still held Adrian's hand to his chest, next to his heart. Adrian's eyes found his and asked permission with heartbreaking hopefulness. Roger was beyond words. Oh god, closer ... yes ...please, now. Adrian moved inside of him and for a brief instant it was transporting but then it was pain. Roger gritted his teeth to keep from crying out, Ow! Ow! Ow! Too big! Too much! I can't!

But he wanted this. He'd denied himself. He'd denied Adrian. He'd hurt Adrian so many times with his refusal to accept him. But all that was changed now. He would accept every inch of Adrian even if it split him in two.

Then Adrian stopped and so did the pain. Roger drew in a breath with a wheeze and let it out as a deep groan. He sounded like a wounded animal. The deep hunger within cried out for, "more ... oh gods, more." Roger's eyes were heavily lidded as the sensation of Adrian entering him overpowered all the other intense sensations he'd been subject to.

Roger wanted to thank all the gods above and the demons below when Adrian started to move again. This time his deep loud groan sounded more like that of desire and need.

*

Even as the second groan sounded less filled with pain, Adrian could see he was hurting Roger, and he hated it... didn't want it to hurt. He leant closer as he carefully continued moving deeper into his lover in small gentle thrusts. He was bending Roger almost double, but Adrian had to kiss, had to be close. The hold on his hand was painfully tight, but that was only fair... fair that he should feel pain as well.

He licked over the slightly parted lips "Relax, love, relax..." he whispered softly before kissing Roger passionately. He knew it wasn't an easy thing to do, the first time. But at least it didn't feel like Roger was fighting the intrusion and gods... it felt so incredibly good.

He moaned into the kiss when he couldn't go any further, when he was finally finally fully inside Roger, his balls settling against his lover's arse. Surrounded by heat, tiny muscle spasms around his cock made him breathe harder, but not break the kiss.

Slowly he drew out of the kiss to be able to look at Roger, to see what was in his eyes. Adrian was trying to breath evenly, trying to hold himself back from just taking what he'd wanted so long, waiting for Roger to be ready.

*

Relax ... oh yeah, relax.

Roger let go the death grip on Adrian's arm and his leg settled better against his chest and finally Adrian was kissing him, and Roger kissed back but he couldn't focus on much of anything but the tingling thrilling sensations shooting all over his body, making gooseflesh everywhere, consuming his brain. Adrian was inside him, all around him, kissing him, consuming him, taking his pleasure in him. And Roger couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be, or anything else he'd rather be doing.

The plow would never be the same. Whenever Roger laid on his back and brought his legs to his chest, he'd always think of this moment, Adrian entering his body, with a look of love and trust and such deep desire. He'd never be the same. He'd never be alone. Roger took Adrian as deeply into his heart as he took him into his body, realizing that Adrian now belonged to him as much as he belonged to Adrian. He kissed him hungrily, demandingly. Give it to me! Give it all to me!

The kisses ended and Roger's eyes fluttered open. Water leaked from his eyes as he whispered, "Feels good ... feels so good." He was intoxicated, his eyelids drooped heavily. When Adrian began to move within him, Roger's deep loud groan was one of pure pleasure.

*

The kiss blanked his mind for long delightful moments, giving himself into the hunger in it, the way Roger took it, demanded it from Adrian, at last staking the claim on Adrian he had held for so long.

Roger's words echoed his thoughts and not even the tears he saw in his lover's eyes seemed wrong, as Adrian started to move. The loud groan made him smile as he snaked an arm under Roger's neck, to hold him close, supporting himself on his elbow. Their lips were only a hair's breadth apart and he could feel every panted breath, feel and hear the small sounds his slow deep thrusts coaxed out of Roger.

"You feel so good... perfect... so hot..." Adrian was panting for breath and moaned at the sensations washing over him. It was perfect, impossibly so even, how they moved together. How good it felt to be inside Roger, the hot friction sending spikes through his body as he finally could claim him as his and only his, every thrust emphasizing that claim, every moan vocalizing it. He slid his other hand between them and found Roger's cock. As he had expected, the erection had softened a bit at the overwhelming entry and the pain. Adrian curled his fingers around it and stroked gently in tune with his moves, once more kissing Roger deeply.

*

The slow pace was killing him. Roger groaned with hunger. He should have come ten times already. So it was with some surprise he felt Adrian's hand circle his soft cock. How could it be soft when his whole body was hard, aching with need, screaming for fulfillment? Almost instantly, it sprang back to life at Adrian's touch.

The pain was gone and wave after wave of wonderful sensation rolled through Roger's body. Adrian pushed into him and it felt exquisite. He dragged himself out and Roger groaned in agony at the loss. Adrian thrust in once more, slowly and smoothly and Roger bit his lip to keep from screaming at the ecstasy.

He panted between kisses. "Can't believe ... gods! ... Adrian! ... ooohhhh .... Adrian!"

His fingers found Adrian's hair, by reaching around his own knees. He was surrounded by Adrian, drowning in essence of Adrian, and loving it! He kissed Adrian ravenously, nipping at his lips with more than a little force, until another wave of sensation swept over him and he groaned and threw his head back, eyes rolling in their sockets.

*

Adrian couldn't get enough of seeing and hearing Roger like this, lost in sensations he was creating. His lips were tingling after the last kiss and the fingers tangled in his hair kept him close, unwilling to let him go.

It was brilliant, better than he had ever experienced. The added dimension of the feelings between them... the one word he had always steered away from, but now no longer... love... had in a way heightened the sensations. And he didn't think there was anywhere in the world he would rather be right now, than inside Roger, losing himself in the rhythm and pleasure between them.

The slow pace was beginning to be hard to keep as his body craved more and more pleasure. The slow slides, the prolonged hot friction.... the restraint, it became unbearable, maddening.

Adrian started moving faster, but still going deep and gentle, careful to not hurt Roger. It was almost impossible to angle his thrusts, to search for the prostate, but he tried.

His hand kept stroking Roger's once again hard cock in the slow steady pace, as he watched his lover's reactions intently, panting and moaning between the breathy words, with the pleasure and hotly coiled tension building deep inside his body "Beautiful... so hot, love... so good..."

*

Roger smiled brilliantly up at Adrian hovering over him. Fucking him. "So good," he agreed breathily. Then the pace changed and new spikes of feeling came at him even more intensely and once again he was biting back a deep loud groan and losing control of his eyes.

Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! he wanted to scream.

"Yesssssssssssss!!!" he hissed, then grabbed Adrian and covered his face with kisses, holding him tighter at the shoulders now. He held their upper bodies together while their lower bodies met a little more forcefully. "Pleeeeeeease!!!" Though he didn't know if he was begging for something more or just for this not to end. He never wanted it to end, he wanted to stay right here in this bed with Adrian fucking him, forever.

"Good ... good ... good ... good ..." he chanted.

The synchronous feeling of Adrian's hand pulling his cock through a vice of warmth while at the same time and at the same pace Adrian's cock thrust into him sent such searing tingles throughout his body and straight to his heart. It pounded in his chest. His lungs labored. His cock throbbed. His arse pulsated. His lips moaned continuously, kissing and panting and begging Adrian for "more ... more ... more."

He was being driven out of his head for the very first time in his life. Utterly beyond rational thought. Always, before Adrian, he'd been the one in conscious control of the sex act, never giving up the thought process, always observing and judging and deciding. But not now. This time it was all in Adrian's hands. All Roger was, belonged to Adrian to use and enjoy as he willed.

Roger surrendered to the moment, surrendered to the sensations, surrendered to his own body. It was very liberating, being the body and not having a burdened mind. Such a wonderful body. Roger loved his body. And he loved Adrian's body. The breathless chant changed to, "A ... A ... A ... A ..."

*

The tiny muscle spasms around his cock increased the friction and made it almost too good, too fast pushing him closer and closer, unable to hold back anymore. But he didn't want it to end, didn't want to ever leave Roger's body, didn't want to allow the world in between them again...

Hearing how much Roger enjoyed this, seeing it, was a revelation that even penetrated the growing haze of hot pleasure. He had never seen Roger like this, completely unguarded and carefree, eyes open and fixed on his with the usual intensity but also filled with complete happiness.

The lips he had coveted for so long were parted, forming the gasped moans and breathless words, kissing him feverishly and Adrian kissed back with the same fervour. As he pulled slightly up, the sudden rush of cool air coming between their bodies made him gasp as he tried to steady himself on one hand pressed into the bed next to Roger's shoulder. And even then he tried to reach those lips to lick over them, nibble, taste. He couldn't resist, couldn't hold back.

The changed position allowed him to fuck Roger harder and faster, moaning with every thrust as he finally had to let go, aiming consciously - as consciously as he was able to while his body was continuously assaulted with sensations - for the small gland inside the man. He desperately wanted to see that expression again, hear the shriek, feel that clenching around him, as he gave Roger as much pleasure as possible.

*

Roger felt Adrian pull away, just a tiny bit. How could he not feel it? He had a tiny split second before he realized why, before Adrian started fucking him faster, harder, before he finally understood that it wasn't about Roger's surrender to Adrian and Adrian's desires. It was all about allowing Adrian to love him and express that love in his own best way. Adrian didn't want Roger's surrender, he merely wanted to give Roger pleasure. That this required Roger's surrender was incidental.

He wanted to say, "I get it now Adrian. I'm sorry I misunderstood for so long. Since the first time we had dinner and you leaned over me. I got it wrong. I thought you were intimidating me to get something you wanted. I was thrilled when I finally dared to believe that what you wanted was me, but I was wrong. You didn't want me. You wanted to give yourself to me. I'm so sorry for shunning your gift for so long. I'm sorry for teasing you and hurting you while I sorted out my own sexuality - the sexuality you create in me."

"I'm sorry for being so stupid and self-centered. Now I understand what love is. So many lovers before and I never got it. What I thought was love was nothing but mutual masturbation. But this ...but you ... now I know that love is giving. And I've got sooooo much to make up for. Sooooo much to give to you, my love."

But then his brain exploded and all that came out was a wordless shriek, and then Roger was coming, shooting spume over his own stomach, over Adrian's hand, still tight on him. Gasping and shaking, he held on. His fingers dug into Adrian's shoulders and back as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through his body.

*

Adrian only had a fraction of a second to prepare himself, then his cock was caught in the almost vice-like rippling clenching at Roger's orgasm. He groaned loudly, but didn't stop stroking Roger's cock or stop moving into his lover's body, the friction nearly enough to push him into his own building climax.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from Roger's face as the man rode out his orgasm, the expression of complete pleasure, the light flush to his skin, the parted moist lips, the light sheen of sweat, all of it urged Adrian on.

When he could feel Roger relaxing around him again, he let go of Roger's cock to use both hands to support himself. He increased the pace and force of his thrusts, seeking his own pleasure now and finding it again and again. He wanted to tell Roger so many things, but nothing but panted moans and almost incoherent words of pleasure were able to leave his lips. They would talk later, words weren't important right now.

Only this was, the smile on Roger's lips, the sensations running through his body, overwhelming him and turning his thrusts erratic. And then he was gone, burying himself for the last time with a sharp cry as he came. Strong shivers ran through him, his breaths panted and hitching slightly as he spent himself deep inside Roger. His Roger.

*

A stray thought chased itself across Roger's mind as Adrian pounded into him. I came too soon. He smiled. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have Adrian fuck him like this. His body spasmed again. An aftershock ... something. It felt like he was coming again.

With Adrian.

This was real, being with Adrian. Everything else was fantasy.

For a moment they only breathed. Roger moved his legs, letting them slide off of Adrian's shoulders. Adrian started to pull away, to give him room, but Roger made a small sound of protest and held him close as he got his legs arranged around Adrian's calves. Adrian collapsed on him.

"Love the way you feel on me," Roger whispered. "Love you."

He relaxed, but he couldn't. So much had just happened to him, and he'd absolutely loved every second of it. It was like he'd just discovered the best kept secret of the universe. Anal sex is sodding wonderful! He started laughing, then harder until his body shook them both.

"Adrian," he called helplessly. "Adrian ...the muggles ... they tried to make this illegal!" He laughed uproariously. How could you make something so good and right as two humans touching each other, illegal? It defied comprehension. "Illegal!"

"Oh!" He cried out when his movements finally separated them and Adrian's cock slipped out. Then his body writhed briefly from the sensation and he was gasping for breath again. "Gods, Adrian!"

*

Adrian was just about to reply to Roger's whispered words, when laughter made him blink. Not quite understanding why his lover was laughing, Adrian just enjoyed the sensations with a small smile, not paying much attention to the actual reason for Roger's merriment, although he faintly registered the words 'muggle' and 'illegal'.

A flash memory brought him back to the night they had raved drunken around muggle London after visiting Beaters and drinking their brains out at the Leaky. He moaned quietly when his cock slipped out, then nuzzled against Roger's cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth as his own lips curled in an almost smug smile at the man's sharp reaction.

He was slightly overwhelmed by the intensity of feelings inside him, as if this had opened up for even more than he had thought he felt. He loved Roger, was in love with him. It was a fact, unquestionable and unchallenged. He had known that for a while, but hadn't quite admitted to the truth, shying away from it to protect himself as Roger again and again drew just out of his reach.

"I love you, Roger," to say it, even if only murmured against Roger's lips, made it real as well, not only true. There was no way back now. Like the night he had ended the game on his side... told Roger he wanted him, in effect giving himself over to Roger's mercy against his better judgement. It had seemed like a mistake for a long time. A very long time, but now he was glad he had dared to do it.

It was strange, giving in to that feeling, allowing it to just be part of him, of what he was. It was good too. Brilliant even. Just as brilliant as cupping Roger's face with his hands and kissing him lazily.

*

Roger pulled away from the kiss. Gods he wanted to kiss Adrian, really snog him like he'd never wanted to before, but he had to see his eyes. Was it true? Did Adrian really just say that? Speak it aloud? Roger had been afraid for so long ... He knew Adrian was more experienced, had lots of lovers ... had left behind lots of lovers ...

He held Adrian's face above his. He could see it in Adrian's eyes. This was real. He meant it. "I love you," Roger groaned then pulled Adrian down for a deep open kiss. Gods, he loved the feel of Adrian's tongue. He kissed just like Roger liked it, so wild and wet, exploring touching tasting every bit of his mouth.

Then he couldn't hold it back and yawned a great jaw cracking yawn of utter contentment piled upon utter exhaustion. He halfway wanted to get up and check the book to see what all the new things he'd done were called, but that could wait. They had forever now.

Roger marveled at the intensity he'd just experienced as he relaxed toward sleep. So fucking good. He wanted to do it again. Very soon. Right now if he wasn't so sleepy.

A sharp twinge hit his anus and suddenly he was right back there when he was coming and coming and Adrian was pounding into him. He gasped and grabbed onto Adrian and groaned until the aftershock subsided. "What was that?" he panted.

*

Adrian could quite well imagine how Roger felt, just by looking at his expression. Not surprising, given that it was the first time for the man. He might even experience more spasms like that.

With a small smile, Adrian pressed a kiss against Roger's lips, then muttered against them, "the muscles in your anus aren't used to this... they're bound to rebel in some way, and that's similar to a small cramp... a contraction." Adrian let one of his hands slide slowly down and up over Roger's side, hip and thigh, languidly caressing. His other hand was still cupping his lover's face.

He kissed Roger again, sucking and nibbling lightly on his lower lip "It'll fade, love." Circe, he could sleep like this, Roger's warm body beneath him, holding him tight. The yawn was impossible to hold back, but that was okay. The day had totally worn him out and this had taken the last of his energy in the best way imaginable.

He looked into Roger's eyes for a long moment. He hoped and thought Roger didn't think he had gone too far. This was a big step, in their relationship, but physically it was especially huge for Roger and Adrian wondered what the man thought, what he felt. "I'm sorry if I caused you pain."

*

Roger's breathing relaxed again and evened out, slow and deep. Adrian felt so good stroking him, kissing him, talking to him in that gentle warm tone. "Not sure I want it to fade," he whispered against Adrian's lips. "Feels good." He met Adrian's' eyes with a satisfied smirk. "Unbelievably good."

*

Smiling at Roger's words and the expression on his face, Adrian continued stroking Roger's side lazily. "Good." Murmuring the word, Adrian nuzzled against his neck, inhaled deeply, just wallowing in Roger's scent, then kissed the warm skin lightly.

*

"Hurt a little at first, but gods Adrian, I didn't know it was like this ... it's because it's you, that it felt so good. So very very good. Mmmmm," he kissed his head, where it lay on his shoulder. "You're worth it. You're mine."

They lay peacefully sinking toward sleep when Roger realized his toes were growing cold. He groaned. "We have to get under the covers." Adrian had him pinned and he hadn't the energy to roll him off. The bed was very small, so any movement would take cooperation. He supposed he could transfigure it larger, but Roger wanted to be close to Adrian all night. Everything was right and made sense as long as Adrian touched him. Roger meant to keep that contact as long as he could.

*

Adrian was on the border of sleep, hand absently and languidly moving over smooth skin, when Roger spoke, but he heard the words so close to his ear "Mmhmm... yours..." he felt almost liquid and warm all over. Well, okay his arse was getting slightly cold, but moving?

Forcing his brain into action, Adrian gave a small mock grumble and nipped lightly on Roger's neck, "So, I'm not blanket enough, hm?" he drew the moist skin into his mouth, teasing with his tongue and sucking enough to create a small mark. After a few moments he released the skin and raised himself slightly on his elbows to be able to see Roger properly. "You wound me deeply." The smile in his eyes and the smirk on his lips contradicted his words, though.

*

"Of course you're blanket enough for me." Roger started out teasing, but then he felt a stab in his heart and the honesty bled out of his eyes as well as his mouth. "You're enough of everything for me." The answering emotion in Adrian's eyes made his heart soar. "Wouldn't wound you for the world." And it was true. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting Adrian any more. He'd done so much of that lately. It had to stop. He had to keep it in mind that his actions affected Adrian. He had to stop being selfish.

*

Warmed even more by Roger's words, feeling completely happy in a way he'd never felt before, Adrian now only needed to figure out the logistic challenge of getting under the covers. Covers that were currently trapped beneath them, mind you. And doing it without relinquishing the contact between them. Oh, and a cleaning charm would probably be a good idea as well.

"Clean us up while I think complicated logistic thoughts, love." His smirk grew, but to help him think he needed one more kiss. Just to wake up the brain, of course. And because if felt so incredibly good, Roger's taste making him moan again. Gods, if he wasn't so completely worn out, he could go again.

*

Roger wondered where his wand was, then lost all thought when Adrian's lips claimed his again. Hunger warred with exhaustion, but then Adrian pulled away with a low sexy chuckle. Roger managed to pinch Adrian's side then leaned over and found his wand. He'd become quite adept at the scourgify spell and used it on both of them with ease and accuracy. Then he touched his own behind and murmured, "Sano." He'd have to remember that one before they started next time. He smiled with the surety that there would be a next time.

"We have to get out then pull the covers down, A. There's no way 'round it."

*

Adrian gave a twitch and a small surprised half yelp, half laugh at the pinch. He was ticklish to the extreme and he should expect Roger to take advantage of that at any given opportunity. Then he shifted slightly to give Roger room for the cleaning spells... oh yeah, sano, he'd forgotten about that in the heat of things. Oh well, he didn't really care.

"Hmm...sadly, I think you're right." The bed was too small for any other moves - Roger had apparently transfigured it back to original size earlier - but Adrian didn't want to move away, now that he once again rested fully on Roger's body. With a sigh, then another quick kiss, he rose to sit on his knees between the man's legs.

"Mmmmm..." the sight of his lover sprawled on the bed like that, was a sight worth moving for any day and he leered slightly. Pulling his mind out of the gutter before the images in his head became too distracting, he reached out with one hand, indicating for Roger to take it, so Adrian could pull him up as well.