RP: Distractions

[shh_terry]

Date: April 13, 2005
Character(s): Blaise Zabini, Terry Boot
Location: Antiquity
Status: Private. Very, very private.
Summary: Terry tries to accomplish some work. Blaise doesn't seem intent on letting him, and Terry reallydoesn't mind.
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_blaise]

“So appropriate you neglected to wear pants?” Blaise whispered, stalking his way around Terry.

Blaise let out a long low groan at the pleas spilling from Terry’s mouth. Fuck he lo - adored that mouth. “Who would have thought you’d have such a dirty little mouth, pet. Merlin, look at you. Begging for me to fuck you. Begging for me to do anything.” Blaise stopped in front of Terry, hooked his fingers in the waistband of his slacks and pushed them down off his hip to pool on the floor. Gathered himself together because of everything Terry had said there had been four little words that had almost broke him. Make me yours, Blaise.

His chest felt tight. Throat thick.

Blaise dropped to the floor. He fastened his hands around Terry’s feet, thumb stroking his instep. “You are mine. All of you,” he said, his voice husky. “I don’t have to make you mine -” Blaise hands moved up, stroking over Terry’s calves, knees, thighs hips. “- because you already are.”

And he was. Completely. Opened himself totally to Blaise. So much so that Blaise sometimes felt heady from the experience. Terry didn’t hold back at all with him anymore. And it was so often this intense between them. Blaise didn’t think that should be the case after five months. Given how many times they had had each other in that time. Given his history.

Had each other.

It wasn’t just him having Terry. Hadn’t been for a long time, though that could have been true at the start. This was more equal. Terry was equal. Took as much of Blaise as he took of Terry. And that scared Blaise just a little. Because he was giving willingly of himself, and he didn’t do that.

One of Blaise’s hands flattened, splaying over Terry’s abdomen and pressing him back into his seat. With his other he claimed the quill that Terry had been sucking earlier from where it was abandoned on the seat.

Blaise pressed the nib lightly against his lover’s stomach and smirked, head dipping and kissing Terry’s hip, his check brushing his erection as he leant in. “How long have you been mine?” he asked, starting to sign his name over Terry’s skin.

“Should I punish you, Terry?”Blaise asked, drawing back. “For being so neglectful?” He dropped the quill to the floor and admired his handiwork a moment “Should I bend you over my desk and spank you perhaps? Would that be suitable?”

Blaise stretched up on his legs, moving his hands higher, scratching his nails over Terry’s nipples and past them, up to his shoulders.

“You legs spread shoulder width apart. Cock pressed against the wood of my desk. Nipples scratching against my papers. Me hard and leaking against your hip from the sight of you.” Blaise paused and place a trail of butterfly kisses over Terry’s jaw, pressing himself further between his legs, leaning that bit closer so that their cocks were almost touching.

“My hand coming down so hard, that I would almost feel bad. Almost. I would have to ease the sting with a stroke of my palm - a kiss of my lips against the nape of your neck - just here.” Blaise’s fingers brushed over the mark he’d left. At the same time he pressed closer still, and his free hand wrapped around their cocks and pressed them together, drawing a hiss from Blaise at the warmth, the feel.

“Because you’re asking me to do anything, pet, and that leaves me a hell of a lot of scope.”