"It's a kind of magic..."
Who: justbeingaqueen, rockstarwarbler and jewhawk (posting order)
What: When a secret stops being so secret... again
Where: Astronomy Tower
When: Friday evening
Rating: NSFW
There was something distinctly beautiful about wizard's robes, and it had nothing to do with fashion. They could conceal so much, but sometimes, they just weren't enough when a certain reckless abandon came into the equation. It had been weeks since Kurt and Blaine had even spoken to each other in the wake of the mess in the choir room with Holly, and then Slytherin slaughtering Gryffindor when Kurt adequately distracted Blaine and caused him to lead the Snitch right into the waiting palm of the Slytherin Seeker. Blaine had been avoiding him like the Plague, and just when Kurt thought he was serious about calling this whole thing off, he and Blaine found themselves together in their favourite alcove of the Astronomy Tower snogging like their life depended on it.
Of course, one thing led to another, and beneath the shield of layer upon layer of robes, Kurt's hand was wrapped tightly around Blaine's dick, pumping him expertly as he rhythmically pounded into him from behind. Blaine was pushed up against the wall, his hand splayed against the stone for leverage with his other reached around with a possessive grip on Kurt's ass, encouraging each and ever rock of those fucking amazing hips... if Kurt did say so himself. Kurt's lips were pressed hotly against the side of Blaine's neck, his breath coming out in hot, sharp pants against his ear. "Do you like that, baby?" he purred through a growl when a particularly delicious moan of Kurt's name fell from Blaine's lips and echoed off the walls of the tower. "Tell me what you like..."
[ooc: Kicking this verse off again like bosses, guys! Have at it ;)]
What: When a secret stops being so secret... again
Where: Astronomy Tower
When: Friday evening
Rating: NSFW
There was something distinctly beautiful about wizard's robes, and it had nothing to do with fashion. They could conceal so much, but sometimes, they just weren't enough when a certain reckless abandon came into the equation. It had been weeks since Kurt and Blaine had even spoken to each other in the wake of the mess in the choir room with Holly, and then Slytherin slaughtering Gryffindor when Kurt adequately distracted Blaine and caused him to lead the Snitch right into the waiting palm of the Slytherin Seeker. Blaine had been avoiding him like the Plague, and just when Kurt thought he was serious about calling this whole thing off, he and Blaine found themselves together in their favourite alcove of the Astronomy Tower snogging like their life depended on it.
Of course, one thing led to another, and beneath the shield of layer upon layer of robes, Kurt's hand was wrapped tightly around Blaine's dick, pumping him expertly as he rhythmically pounded into him from behind. Blaine was pushed up against the wall, his hand splayed against the stone for leverage with his other reached around with a possessive grip on Kurt's ass, encouraging each and ever rock of those fucking amazing hips... if Kurt did say so himself. Kurt's lips were pressed hotly against the side of Blaine's neck, his breath coming out in hot, sharp pants against his ear. "Do you like that, baby?" he purred through a growl when a particularly delicious moan of Kurt's name fell from Blaine's lips and echoed off the walls of the tower. "Tell me what you like..."
[ooc: Kicking this verse off again like bosses, guys! Have at it ;)]