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 smiled at Jarrod's reaction, Jarrod's joy infectious.
"You're welcome, love. I got it a while ago, was going to give it to you for your birthday. I couldn't wait that long, since we were going out anyway..." He grinned wider at Jarrod's words, feeling happy and secure.
Leaning into the kiss, he slid his hand round Jarrod's back, wincing as his trousers rubbed at his new tattoo. He wondered what Jarrod's reaction would be to the tattoo. A permanent claim mark, one that only Evan and Jarrod would know about.
Jarrod chuckled. "Then this is an early present," he muttered, his lips still touching Evan's. "My birthday in only a few weeks away...please don't spend any more money on me."
Noticing his lover was wincing for the second time that evening, Jarrod slowly pulled away and stared at him. There was an unmistakably worried look on his face.
"Are you alright, love? Is something hurting you?" He gently stroked Evan's cheek.
"Well...that would be the second part of your present..." Evan released Jarrod, climbing off the couch and walking backwards a couple of steps. He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, teasingly. Slipping it off his shoulders he let it fall to the ground, a pool of midnight at his feet. The top of his tattoo poked over the edge of the trousers, and he unbuttoned them, pushing the leather down slightly to reveal the rest of it.
Jarrod gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. He looked very, very flattered.
"It's beautiful...bloody hell...love...I don't deserve all this." He motioned for Evan to come and join him again. "I was such a prat to you yesterday..." His cheeks flushed, and he bit his bottom lip.
Please don't tell me I scared him into doing all this.
Jarrod felt his trousers grow uncomfortably tight as he took in every single one of Evan's words. "Incredibly sexy..." He traced the tattoo lightly with two finger. He didn't apply pressure not wanting to case Evan any further pain.
"I will thank Bellatrix later...now how shall I thank you..." He smiled slyly, and pulled Evan onto his lap, kissing and sucking on the bare skin on his upper back.
Evan leaned back against Jarrod, grinding his arse against the hardness he found there.
"Mmmmm, I'm sure I can think of a few things..." Picking his wand off the couch where he'd left it, he stood up, pulling Jarrod up with him. Leading him across the room, he pushed Jarrod onto a transfigured bed, crawling up after him, muscles gliding under the skin. He leaned over Jarrod, growling as he kissed him hard, pressing their bodies together.
"Evan..." Jarrod moaned, returning the kiss. He slowly slid his hands down the other boys taunt back. He gasped softly when he reached the leather. The material was so smooth, and he was warmed from Evan's body heat.
He place a palm on each arse cheek and squeezed while grinding his hips again the other boy's.
Evan grinned, pushing down against Jarrod, moaning as their cocks rubbed against each other. Forgetting his wand, he ripped the buttons of Jarrod's shirt open, greedily kissing and licking every inch of skin exposed. Just as he was about to reach Jarrod's waistband, he stopped, pulling off.
"You've distracted me, love. There's still more to come." He sat up off the bed, picking up his wand.
"You see, when I said I was yours. Literally. And for tonight, that means I do whatever you say. I'm yours to command." He bowed, then muttered a spell, pointing his wand at himself. Metal snakes seemed to appear out of the wand, winding around his throat and each arm. He gestured to the table nearby, where there was fruits, chocolate, and wine waiting. Falling to his knees beside the bed, he bowed his head.
"Would Master care for some refreshments?" Eyes down, subservient, Evan held out his wand to Jarrod, relinquishing it for now.
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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"You're welcome, love. I got it a while ago, was going to give it to you for your birthday. I couldn't wait that long, since we were going out anyway..." He grinned wider at Jarrod's words, feeling happy and secure.
Leaning into the kiss, he slid his hand round Jarrod's back, wincing as his trousers rubbed at his new tattoo. He wondered what Jarrod's reaction would be to the tattoo. A permanent claim mark, one that only Evan and Jarrod would know about.
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Noticing his lover was wincing for the second time that evening, Jarrod slowly pulled away and stared at him. There was an unmistakably worried look on his face.
"Are you alright, love? Is something hurting you?" He gently stroked Evan's cheek.
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"To prove I'm yours, love..."
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"It's beautiful...bloody hell...love...I don't deserve all this." He motioned for Evan to come and join him again. "I was such a prat to you yesterday..." His cheeks flushed, and he bit his bottom lip.
Please don't tell me I scared him into doing all this.
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"Yes, you do. This," he gestured round, "I've been planning for a few days, with Bella's help. You can thank her later." He grinned.
"And the tattoo? I wanted to show you that I'm yours. Unconditionally." Evan flushed slightly, not wanting to scare the other boy off.
"Plus, it's kinda sexy..." He smirked, tilting his hipbone forwards.
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"I will thank Bellatrix later...now how shall I thank you..." He smiled slyly, and pulled Evan onto his lap, kissing and sucking on the bare skin on his upper back.
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"Mmmmm, I'm sure I can think of a few things..." Picking his wand off the couch where he'd left it, he stood up, pulling Jarrod up with him. Leading him across the room, he pushed Jarrod onto a transfigured bed, crawling up after him, muscles gliding under the skin. He leaned over Jarrod, growling as he kissed him hard, pressing their bodies together.
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He place a palm on each arse cheek and squeezed while grinding his hips again the other boy's.
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"You've distracted me, love. There's still more to come." He sat up off the bed, picking up his wand.
"You see, when I said I was yours. Literally. And for tonight, that means I do whatever you say. I'm yours to command." He bowed, then muttered a spell, pointing his wand at himself. Metal snakes seemed to appear out of the wand, winding around his throat and each arm. He gestured to the table nearby, where there was fruits, chocolate, and wine waiting. Falling to his knees beside the bed, he bowed his head.
"Would Master care for some refreshments?" Eyes down, subservient, Evan held out his wand to Jarrod, relinquishing it for now.
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