And, because I promised...
Disclaimer: Same as before
Rating: R
Ernie knew he was dreaming, knew it to the depths of his soul. But given the Head Boy's... reticence, it was a dream he didn't want to wake up from.
The room was essentially featureless, the surroundings simply a dull gray. This was more than made up for by the boy who knelt above him in the surprisingly featureless bed. Inir's hair was mussed from having Ernie's fingers run through it, his tie had been thrown to the floor, his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, simply hanging off his shoulders.
"Gods..." Ernie moaned as the older boy's lips caressed the skin of his neck. Ernie's hands lifted up to run along Inir's side, and to slide in, rubbing a thumb over his nipple.
Inir gasped in a breath, the air moving hotly along Ernie's skin. "Ernie..." he muttered, and Ernie's breath quickened to hear his name in such a tone.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, Ernie rolled over, pressing the other boy down into the bed. He gazed down on the flushed cheeks and reddened lips, the wild hair and the lust filled eyes which stared back up at him. "Merlin. Seeing you like this..."
"Like what?" Inir's voice was husky.
"Uncomposed. Uncontrolled. It's... it's so fucking hot." His lips descended to ravage Inir's mouth while his fingers played along the other boy's side.
When he released Inir's mouth the older boy grinned, a feral look. "So, which do you like better: uncontrolled, or..." A swift move had Inir hovering above Ernie again, this time with his hands pressed together above his head. "Controlling?"
Ernie whimpered, straining upward, and licked his lips, and the other boy took that for his answer. Sliding a thigh between Ernie's legs Inir pressed forward, his eyes falling shut at the friction.
"Gods... Inir..."
"Good boy, Ernie. You're such a good boy." Inir's breath was hot in his ear. "Moan for me. Moan prettily, my good little badger."
"Ohhh." Ernie's hips jerked up, his wrists straining at the hands which held them. He wanted to touch Inir but wasn't allowed, and gods, if that voice wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced...
"You like me uncontrolled, huh? Uncomposed? Well, you know, I've got to say, you're prettiest like this - panting and moaning, flushed..." His thigh pressed forward again and Ernie moaned once more, so close he could taste it. "Uncontrolled, and uncomposed?" Ernie could only just barely still comprehend what Inir was saying. "How about... unfulfilled?"
And then Inir was gone and Ernie was alone, whimpering quietly in his bed, trying not to wake Justin or the others up as he dealt with the by product of the teasing Slytherin his subconscious had offered up for his torment.
Rating: R
Ernie knew he was dreaming, knew it to the depths of his soul. But given the Head Boy's... reticence, it was a dream he didn't want to wake up from.
The room was essentially featureless, the surroundings simply a dull gray. This was more than made up for by the boy who knelt above him in the surprisingly featureless bed. Inir's hair was mussed from having Ernie's fingers run through it, his tie had been thrown to the floor, his shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, simply hanging off his shoulders.
"Gods..." Ernie moaned as the older boy's lips caressed the skin of his neck. Ernie's hands lifted up to run along Inir's side, and to slide in, rubbing a thumb over his nipple.
Inir gasped in a breath, the air moving hotly along Ernie's skin. "Ernie..." he muttered, and Ernie's breath quickened to hear his name in such a tone.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, Ernie rolled over, pressing the other boy down into the bed. He gazed down on the flushed cheeks and reddened lips, the wild hair and the lust filled eyes which stared back up at him. "Merlin. Seeing you like this..."
"Like what?" Inir's voice was husky.
"Uncomposed. Uncontrolled. It's... it's so fucking hot." His lips descended to ravage Inir's mouth while his fingers played along the other boy's side.
When he released Inir's mouth the older boy grinned, a feral look. "So, which do you like better: uncontrolled, or..." A swift move had Inir hovering above Ernie again, this time with his hands pressed together above his head. "Controlling?"
Ernie whimpered, straining upward, and licked his lips, and the other boy took that for his answer. Sliding a thigh between Ernie's legs Inir pressed forward, his eyes falling shut at the friction.
"Gods... Inir..."
"Good boy, Ernie. You're such a good boy." Inir's breath was hot in his ear. "Moan for me. Moan prettily, my good little badger."
"Ohhh." Ernie's hips jerked up, his wrists straining at the hands which held them. He wanted to touch Inir but wasn't allowed, and gods, if that voice wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced...
"You like me uncontrolled, huh? Uncomposed? Well, you know, I've got to say, you're prettiest like this - panting and moaning, flushed..." His thigh pressed forward again and Ernie moaned once more, so close he could taste it. "Uncontrolled, and uncomposed?" Ernie could only just barely still comprehend what Inir was saying. "How about... unfulfilled?"
And then Inir was gone and Ernie was alone, whimpering quietly in his bed, trying not to wake Justin or the others up as he dealt with the by product of the teasing Slytherin his subconscious had offered up for his torment.