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Title: Snakes & Dragons
Pairing(s): JaeHo
Length: One-shot
Word count: 2700~
Rating: Light R
Genre: Humor/Romance
Warnings: Harry Potter crossover.
A/N: This is for Patti heartsthathold, who wanted 'yunjae smut in the Hogwarts library'. I failed both at the smut and at delivering this in a timely fashion, as usual, but I hope it'll still make you smile, bb :3♥
And a huge thanks to readyforever for betaing :D♥
I'm pretty sure most of you have seen the HP movies or read the book or at least have some familiarity with that series, right? Just please don't take this silly thing seriously, lol. Harry/Draco HP used to be a huge fandom of mine, a few years ago XD
Btw, the fic is also inspired by THIS FANART by machine_of_july :D♥
The Library is quiet, except for the scratching of quills against parchment and the soft rustling of pages being turned, except for the rhythmic drumming of well-manicured nails against the wooden table. A blond boy is resting his cheek on his hand and watching his dark-haired companion with a look of utter boredom on his face, ignoring the annoyed glares he's getting from the other students sitting at the same table.
“Stop that, Jaejoong, you're pissing everyone off,” the other boy hisses under his breath, placing a gentle hand over Jaejoong's. “And it's driving me insane too,” he adds sternly.
“Sorry, Yunhoyah,” Jaejoong chirps, sticking his tongue out mischievously, clearly not sorry at all. The other goes back to his Charms book with an amused shake of his head. They're both supposed to work on the Charms assignment due tomorrow - Describe the effects of the most important Shielding spells and Protecting charms - but Yunho is the only one actually making some effort; Jaejoong has been spending most of his time drawing questionable doodles on his otherwise untouched parchment and trying to get Yunho out of the library and into doing something more exciting.
“Why are we rotting away in this place? It's a perfect day to go flying over the lake and the Forbidden Forest!”
“Because I, unlike you, give a damn about my grades,” Yunho replies, leafing through one of the thick Charms book lying in front of him.
“And because you, unlike me, are boring,” Jaejoong bites back, but without venom.
“It was you who spent four months trying to get this boring person to go out with you,” Yunho replies, eyes twinkling. He sends the book flying across the table with a muttered spell and a casual flick of his wand, until it lands orderly on top of a pile of unshelved books.
“It was just... the thrill of the chase. If I had known I would've spent half of my school years watching my boyfriend doing homework instead of having wild make-out sessions in every corner of the castle, I would've thought about it twice before asking you out. This life of near-chastity is wearing me out.” He sighs heavily, rolling his eyes at the vaulted ceiling.
A girl sitting nearby starts giggling uncontrollably and has to hide her flushed face behind her book. Jaejoong glares at her.
“How come you're still with me after a year and a half, then? And we're hardly chaste anyway.”
“That's exactly what I ask myself, sometimes,” Jaejoong grumbles.
Yunho smirks, scribbling down a few notes on a scrap of parchment.
-----
Fifteen minutes later
“Are you finished yet?” Jaejoong asks, in a rather distressed tone. Yunho doesn't even bother to look up anymore.
“You asked me five minutes ago, and I told you I still need to research a couple of charms, so stop whining. The more you distract me and the more it's going to take.”
“But I’m booo~red” Jaejoong complains, forgetting to keep his voice low.
“Silence, over there!” Madam Pince immediately barks from her desk, and all eyes in the room turn to Jaejoong and Yunho as one. Yunho shrinks in his seat and hopes to magically acquire the ability of becoming invisible.
“That woman should pull the stick out of her ass,” Jaejoong grumbles, although this time in a lower voice. “Fucking old hag.”
“Shut up, Jaejoong!!” Yunho whispers furiously, half-scandalized and half-amused by his boyfriend’s potty mouth. “What if she hears you? I’ve been kicked out the Library because of you more times than I can count.”
“That wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Jaejoong comments, an evil glint appearing in his eyes. Yunho kicks him under the table, none-too-gently, hissing a Don’t even think about that under his breath.
“Can I copy your assignment, then?”
“Of course not.” Yunho replies, ignoring Jaejoong’s puppy eyes.
“Bloody Gryffindors and their insufferable righteousness, I'll never understand your lot,” the blond boy sighs, shaking his head dramatically.
“At least we don’t play dirty as you Slytherin bastards do,” Yunho replies back, with firm conviction. They both know he'll end up helping Jaejoong with his assignment, but keeping up the glorious centuries-old Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry - at least verbally - is a matter of House pride (and neither of them will ever admit it, but it also makes for an excellent form of foreplay).
-----
Half an hour later
“Yunho, entertain me.”
“Entertain yourself.”
A warm hand rests on Yunho's leg, creeping down to stroke the inside of his thigh.
“I didn't mean it like that!” Yunho hisses, startled, batting the daring hand away and hoping nobody was watching. Jaejoong snickers, watching Yunho push his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“I like you when you wear glasses,” he says sultrily, “they do make you look like a nerd, but a sexy one, at least.”
Yunho lets out a long, suffering sigh, looking like he's counting to ten and finding it too low a number.
“Jaejoong.”
“Yes?”
“You know I am the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?”
“Well, of course. That leather uniform suits you really we-”
“Jaejoong!”
“Sorry.”
Yunho coughs, trying to suppress his laughter and look reproachful at the same time.
“Charms is one of my weakest subjects, and if I don't get a good grade on this I'll have to take extra classes. I can't afford it with the Quidditch finals coming up in less than a month, do you understand?
Jaejoong nods quietly, looking a bit contrite. Yunho pats his shoulder gently.
“I won't take long, don't worry,” he says, standing up; his fingers brush against Jaejoong's cheek, in a way that looks too accidental not to be intentional. Jaejoong smiles to himself and closes his eyes like a cat.
“You better make up to me later,” he murmurs.
----
Yunho walks past rows and rows of shelves, looking right and left and feeling utterly lost. It's the first time he needs a book from the Restricted Section, but the place looks more like a labyrith than a library, and he is positive he walked past 'A Guide to Medieval Sorcery' at least thrice.
“The book you need is on the other side of the Restricted Section,” a familiar voice says from behind him. “Looks like you need a guide, hm?”
Yunho turns around, startled. Jaejoong is leaning against a shelf with a cheeky grin on his face, his black cloak swirling idly around his ankles.
“How do you know?” he says dumbly.
“I saw the title on your parchment before,” Jaejoong answers, “I know where it is.”
At the sight of Yunho's doubtful face Jaejoong taps his foot on the ancient stone floor, impatiently.
“I've been in the Restricted Section a lot of times to look for books for my Advanced Potions assignments,” he explains, “I know my way around here.”
“In the Restricted Section?” Yunho asks, raising an eyebrow.
Jaejoong sighs.
“Look, just because you Gryffindor prudes think everything in the Restricted Section is Dark magic it doesn't mean it is,” he snaps. “And it's just that you don't like Professor Snape, anyways.”
Yunho sputters something indignantly.
“He... he checks you out all the time!! I saw him staring at your ass!”
“He happens to look at me cause I pay attention in his classes,” Jaejoong deadpans, even if there's a slight blush staining his cheeks. “And even if he were staring at my ass, that doesn't mean I'm fucking the guy behind your back.”
“How come that's the only class you pay attention to?” Yunho counters, a little more forcefully than he means to.
Jaejoong's look is so cold it could freeze water. Yunho shivers involuntarily.
“I believe I told you why I love Potions already,” he says, his expression hard. For a moment Yunho sees the Slytherin boy that caught his attention that first evening in the Great Hall again, haughty demeanor and unreadable gaze and all. He didn't like him one bit, back then.
“... now if you could just follow me, instead of wasting my time with unfounded accusations,” Jaejoong is saying, tapping his foot against the floor again, “we could get your book and do something more productive, don't you think?”
Jaejoong turns away from him before Yunho can say something in return, and he has to run after his billowing cloak not to get lost again; when he catches up with the Slytherin, the other boy is tapping his wand (maple and phoenix feather, ten inches, bendy, Yunho recalls distractedly) against the side of a bookshelf and muttering a charm under his breath. The wood lights up with a string of glowing numbers that disappear too fast for Yunho to read, but Jaejoong nods to himself and turns left.
“There you go.” He pats the spine of a thick leather bound volume; Yunho has to squint to read the title, written in faded gold ink, but it's undoubtedly the book he needs.
“Thank you,” he says, sincerely grateful. When his words are met with silence he looks up, only to find Jaejoong staring back at him with a look of smug expectation on his face, arms crossed and one eyebrow arched.
“Okay,” Yunho says, half-laughing and half-sighing, “I'm sorry for acting like an ass, before. Forgive me?”
Jaejoong's eyes are nothing but mischievous, so Yunho isn't surprised when the other boy inches closer to him, so close that the book Yunho's holding ends up pressed between their bodies.
“I think you owe me a better apology for acting like a jealous ass, before,” he murmurs, grinding his hips against Yunho's. It's awkward and graceless, but undoubtedly effective, and it makes Yunho gasp in surprise.
“You have a libido the size of the Giant Squid,” he laughs, rather breathlessly, and Jaejoong pinches his butt in vengeance.
“It's because I have a hot boyfriend,” he purrs, glancing at him coyly; Yunho presses him against the shelf, pinning his hands back, and proceeds to kiss away his cheeky grin. The book hits the floor with an obnoxious thump, as if to remind them of its presence, but Jaejoong simply nudges it away with a foot and keeps kissing him.
When Yunho pulls away to breathe Jaejoong looks up at him, bright-eyed and flushed and smiling, and he can't resist stealing another kiss from the plump lips invitingly parted in front of him. Jaejoong's hands are on his shoulders, unclasping his cloak, undoing his tie with swift fingers, tugging at his sweater and shirt with childish impatience.
“There must be a spell to get rid of them all at once,” he grumbles, struggling with Yunho's buttons, and Yunho has to swat his hands away and take care of the buttons himself, made wise by almost two years of hasty making-out in empty classrooms and closets and of inevitably having to fix some clothing item afterwards (usually his own).
Jaejoong has taken off his sweater as well, but Yunho stops him before he can take the rest off.
“Let me,” he murmurs, running his fingers down the silky emerald-and-silver tie; Jaejoong's eyes soften and he nods, sighing when Yunho dips his head and kisses the sensitive skin just below his jaw. He breathes a faint moan right into Yunho's ear and rakes his fingers through his hair, bares his neck to Yunho's bites and wandering lips.
Yunho starts rocking his hips against the Slytherin's unconsciously, grinding harder when his body realizes that the friction provided by their uniform pants is utterly unsatisfying. With a groan, Jaejoong pushes him away and reaches for Yunho's fly, unzipping him and yanking his pants and underwear down in record time. He leans back against the shelf and gives Yunho's now naked form a once-over, smirking when he eyes his obvious erection.
“Now, that's what I've been wanting to see all afternoon,” he drawls. Yunho rolls his eyes, but he can't help but ogle back as well: tousled bleached hair, kiss swollen lips, unbuttoned shirt falling off to reveal the muscled slope of a creamy shoulder, tie draped loosely around his neck, and above all that enticing smile, half prey and half predator; Jaejoong is the perfect portrait of debauchery, and Yunho loves this side of him. Even if it drives him crazy.
Jaejoong shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and draws Yunho to him again, thrusting against Yunho's hand when he palms him through his trousers. With a growl Jaejoong grabs him - ever the competitive one - and spins him around, so that Yunho is the one trapped between Jaejoong's body and the shelf. He ends up between a treaty on Dark Magic and Hexes and Curses: Everything You Never Wanted to Know”, but he stops caring about the sinister books as soon as Jaejoong fists his cock and begins pumping him slowly, a fiendish grin on his lips.
“Oh fuck yes-” Yunho moans, too lost in the feverish touch of Jaejoong's hand to hear the muttered spell; all he does see is the Slytherin drawing a flourish in the air with his wand and, five seconds later, a small tube zooming towards them and landing on his open palm.
Yunho looks at Jaejoong, wide eyed. “Where did you keep that?”
“In my bag, I'd left it back on the table.”
Yunho stares some more, almost forgetful of his raging hard-on and of his boyfriend's hand wrapped snugly around him.
“You Accio'd the lube from all across the library?” He but shrieks, verging on the hysterical.
Jaejoong puts a finger on his lips. “Shh, you don't want to be heard, do you?”
Yunho groans, fervently praying nobody saw the incriminating object speeding over their heads. He's about to start chiding Jaejoong, but then Jaejoong throws him his steamiest look and plasters himself all over him again, and Yunho forgets everything he wanted to say.
-----
“I was supposed to study, you know?” Yunho says, but there's no annoyance in his voice. He's still basking in the afterglow, his head in Jaejoong's lap and Jaejoong's hand petting his hair with light, tender fingers. They're sprawled on Jaejoong's cloak, dressed only in their underwear and pants, while the sky outside turns orange with streaks of purple and red and the golden light shows the little whirlwinds of dust dancing in the air.
“I'll help you with your research this evening,” Jaejoong replies, “promise.”
The Slytherin's hand is splayed on Yunho's chest, drawing intricate patterns with his fingers. Yunho watches, fascinated by the contrast between Jaejoong's ivory skin and his own golden one, tanned from countless hours of Quidditch practice.
“I believe you,” he says, “but you're a cunning little snake nevertheless. I bet you planned all this in advance.”
“I'm no snake. I'm something fiercer, like a dragon,” Jaejoong states, lazily.
“You wish,” Yunho chuckles, equally lazily, and tangles his fingers with the ones now sketching a stylized dragon on his skin.
Eventually the sun sets, kissing their skin with a sudden chill that makes them shiver and scramble for the rest of their clothes. Jaejoong laughs at him when he starts putting on the wrong tie and Yunho laughs at Jaejoong when he wears his sweater inside out, and they both laugh at each other when they almost forget to take the book with them.
“Want to go flying outside, after we're done with homework?” Yunho says suddenly, clapping his hands. “Not like we've never snuck out at night before.”
Jaejoong's eyes light up in delight and he spreads his arms wide open - almost hitting Yunho's face in the process - as if he were already feeling the night breeze on his face.
“My broom has been collecting dust in the corner far too long,” he replies, with a competitive glint in his dark eyes, “time to kick the Gryffindor captain's ass again!”
He snatches the book from Yunho's hands and sprints away, turning back just to stick out his tongue playfully at him.
Yunho shakes his head, bemused, but he can't get the silly grin off his face as he chases after Jaejoong down the aisle.
.end
Comments/concrit are very much appreciated :)
Pairing(s): JaeHo
Length: One-shot
Word count: 2700~
Rating: Light R
Genre: Humor/Romance
Warnings: Harry Potter crossover.
A/N: This is for Patti heartsthathold, who wanted 'yunjae smut in the Hogwarts library'. I failed both at the smut and at delivering this in a timely fashion, as usual, but I hope it'll still make you smile, bb :3♥
And a huge thanks to readyforever for betaing :D♥
I'm pretty sure most of you have seen the HP movies or read the book or at least have some familiarity with that series, right? Just please don't take this silly thing seriously, lol. Harry/Draco HP used to be a huge fandom of mine, a few years ago XD
Btw, the fic is also inspired by THIS FANART by machine_of_july :D♥
The Library is quiet, except for the scratching of quills against parchment and the soft rustling of pages being turned, except for the rhythmic drumming of well-manicured nails against the wooden table. A blond boy is resting his cheek on his hand and watching his dark-haired companion with a look of utter boredom on his face, ignoring the annoyed glares he's getting from the other students sitting at the same table.
“Stop that, Jaejoong, you're pissing everyone off,” the other boy hisses under his breath, placing a gentle hand over Jaejoong's. “And it's driving me insane too,” he adds sternly.
“Sorry, Yunhoyah,” Jaejoong chirps, sticking his tongue out mischievously, clearly not sorry at all. The other goes back to his Charms book with an amused shake of his head. They're both supposed to work on the Charms assignment due tomorrow - Describe the effects of the most important Shielding spells and Protecting charms - but Yunho is the only one actually making some effort; Jaejoong has been spending most of his time drawing questionable doodles on his otherwise untouched parchment and trying to get Yunho out of the library and into doing something more exciting.
“Why are we rotting away in this place? It's a perfect day to go flying over the lake and the Forbidden Forest!”
“Because I, unlike you, give a damn about my grades,” Yunho replies, leafing through one of the thick Charms book lying in front of him.
“And because you, unlike me, are boring,” Jaejoong bites back, but without venom.
“It was you who spent four months trying to get this boring person to go out with you,” Yunho replies, eyes twinkling. He sends the book flying across the table with a muttered spell and a casual flick of his wand, until it lands orderly on top of a pile of unshelved books.
“It was just... the thrill of the chase. If I had known I would've spent half of my school years watching my boyfriend doing homework instead of having wild make-out sessions in every corner of the castle, I would've thought about it twice before asking you out. This life of near-chastity is wearing me out.” He sighs heavily, rolling his eyes at the vaulted ceiling.
A girl sitting nearby starts giggling uncontrollably and has to hide her flushed face behind her book. Jaejoong glares at her.
“How come you're still with me after a year and a half, then? And we're hardly chaste anyway.”
“That's exactly what I ask myself, sometimes,” Jaejoong grumbles.
Yunho smirks, scribbling down a few notes on a scrap of parchment.
-----
Fifteen minutes later
“Are you finished yet?” Jaejoong asks, in a rather distressed tone. Yunho doesn't even bother to look up anymore.
“You asked me five minutes ago, and I told you I still need to research a couple of charms, so stop whining. The more you distract me and the more it's going to take.”
“But I’m booo~red” Jaejoong complains, forgetting to keep his voice low.
“Silence, over there!” Madam Pince immediately barks from her desk, and all eyes in the room turn to Jaejoong and Yunho as one. Yunho shrinks in his seat and hopes to magically acquire the ability of becoming invisible.
“That woman should pull the stick out of her ass,” Jaejoong grumbles, although this time in a lower voice. “Fucking old hag.”
“Shut up, Jaejoong!!” Yunho whispers furiously, half-scandalized and half-amused by his boyfriend’s potty mouth. “What if she hears you? I’ve been kicked out the Library because of you more times than I can count.”
“That wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Jaejoong comments, an evil glint appearing in his eyes. Yunho kicks him under the table, none-too-gently, hissing a Don’t even think about that under his breath.
“Can I copy your assignment, then?”
“Of course not.” Yunho replies, ignoring Jaejoong’s puppy eyes.
“Bloody Gryffindors and their insufferable righteousness, I'll never understand your lot,” the blond boy sighs, shaking his head dramatically.
“At least we don’t play dirty as you Slytherin bastards do,” Yunho replies back, with firm conviction. They both know he'll end up helping Jaejoong with his assignment, but keeping up the glorious centuries-old Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry - at least verbally - is a matter of House pride (and neither of them will ever admit it, but it also makes for an excellent form of foreplay).
-----
Half an hour later
“Yunho, entertain me.”
“Entertain yourself.”
A warm hand rests on Yunho's leg, creeping down to stroke the inside of his thigh.
“I didn't mean it like that!” Yunho hisses, startled, batting the daring hand away and hoping nobody was watching. Jaejoong snickers, watching Yunho push his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“I like you when you wear glasses,” he says sultrily, “they do make you look like a nerd, but a sexy one, at least.”
Yunho lets out a long, suffering sigh, looking like he's counting to ten and finding it too low a number.
“Jaejoong.”
“Yes?”
“You know I am the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?”
“Well, of course. That leather uniform suits you really we-”
“Jaejoong!”
“Sorry.”
Yunho coughs, trying to suppress his laughter and look reproachful at the same time.
“Charms is one of my weakest subjects, and if I don't get a good grade on this I'll have to take extra classes. I can't afford it with the Quidditch finals coming up in less than a month, do you understand?
Jaejoong nods quietly, looking a bit contrite. Yunho pats his shoulder gently.
“I won't take long, don't worry,” he says, standing up; his fingers brush against Jaejoong's cheek, in a way that looks too accidental not to be intentional. Jaejoong smiles to himself and closes his eyes like a cat.
“You better make up to me later,” he murmurs.
----
Yunho walks past rows and rows of shelves, looking right and left and feeling utterly lost. It's the first time he needs a book from the Restricted Section, but the place looks more like a labyrith than a library, and he is positive he walked past 'A Guide to Medieval Sorcery' at least thrice.
“The book you need is on the other side of the Restricted Section,” a familiar voice says from behind him. “Looks like you need a guide, hm?”
Yunho turns around, startled. Jaejoong is leaning against a shelf with a cheeky grin on his face, his black cloak swirling idly around his ankles.
“How do you know?” he says dumbly.
“I saw the title on your parchment before,” Jaejoong answers, “I know where it is.”
At the sight of Yunho's doubtful face Jaejoong taps his foot on the ancient stone floor, impatiently.
“I've been in the Restricted Section a lot of times to look for books for my Advanced Potions assignments,” he explains, “I know my way around here.”
“In the Restricted Section?” Yunho asks, raising an eyebrow.
Jaejoong sighs.
“Look, just because you Gryffindor prudes think everything in the Restricted Section is Dark magic it doesn't mean it is,” he snaps. “And it's just that you don't like Professor Snape, anyways.”
Yunho sputters something indignantly.
“He... he checks you out all the time!! I saw him staring at your ass!”
“He happens to look at me cause I pay attention in his classes,” Jaejoong deadpans, even if there's a slight blush staining his cheeks. “And even if he were staring at my ass, that doesn't mean I'm fucking the guy behind your back.”
“How come that's the only class you pay attention to?” Yunho counters, a little more forcefully than he means to.
Jaejoong's look is so cold it could freeze water. Yunho shivers involuntarily.
“I believe I told you why I love Potions already,” he says, his expression hard. For a moment Yunho sees the Slytherin boy that caught his attention that first evening in the Great Hall again, haughty demeanor and unreadable gaze and all. He didn't like him one bit, back then.
“... now if you could just follow me, instead of wasting my time with unfounded accusations,” Jaejoong is saying, tapping his foot against the floor again, “we could get your book and do something more productive, don't you think?”
Jaejoong turns away from him before Yunho can say something in return, and he has to run after his billowing cloak not to get lost again; when he catches up with the Slytherin, the other boy is tapping his wand (maple and phoenix feather, ten inches, bendy, Yunho recalls distractedly) against the side of a bookshelf and muttering a charm under his breath. The wood lights up with a string of glowing numbers that disappear too fast for Yunho to read, but Jaejoong nods to himself and turns left.
“There you go.” He pats the spine of a thick leather bound volume; Yunho has to squint to read the title, written in faded gold ink, but it's undoubtedly the book he needs.
“Thank you,” he says, sincerely grateful. When his words are met with silence he looks up, only to find Jaejoong staring back at him with a look of smug expectation on his face, arms crossed and one eyebrow arched.
“Okay,” Yunho says, half-laughing and half-sighing, “I'm sorry for acting like an ass, before. Forgive me?”
Jaejoong's eyes are nothing but mischievous, so Yunho isn't surprised when the other boy inches closer to him, so close that the book Yunho's holding ends up pressed between their bodies.
“I think you owe me a better apology for acting like a jealous ass, before,” he murmurs, grinding his hips against Yunho's. It's awkward and graceless, but undoubtedly effective, and it makes Yunho gasp in surprise.
“You have a libido the size of the Giant Squid,” he laughs, rather breathlessly, and Jaejoong pinches his butt in vengeance.
“It's because I have a hot boyfriend,” he purrs, glancing at him coyly; Yunho presses him against the shelf, pinning his hands back, and proceeds to kiss away his cheeky grin. The book hits the floor with an obnoxious thump, as if to remind them of its presence, but Jaejoong simply nudges it away with a foot and keeps kissing him.
When Yunho pulls away to breathe Jaejoong looks up at him, bright-eyed and flushed and smiling, and he can't resist stealing another kiss from the plump lips invitingly parted in front of him. Jaejoong's hands are on his shoulders, unclasping his cloak, undoing his tie with swift fingers, tugging at his sweater and shirt with childish impatience.
“There must be a spell to get rid of them all at once,” he grumbles, struggling with Yunho's buttons, and Yunho has to swat his hands away and take care of the buttons himself, made wise by almost two years of hasty making-out in empty classrooms and closets and of inevitably having to fix some clothing item afterwards (usually his own).
Jaejoong has taken off his sweater as well, but Yunho stops him before he can take the rest off.
“Let me,” he murmurs, running his fingers down the silky emerald-and-silver tie; Jaejoong's eyes soften and he nods, sighing when Yunho dips his head and kisses the sensitive skin just below his jaw. He breathes a faint moan right into Yunho's ear and rakes his fingers through his hair, bares his neck to Yunho's bites and wandering lips.
Yunho starts rocking his hips against the Slytherin's unconsciously, grinding harder when his body realizes that the friction provided by their uniform pants is utterly unsatisfying. With a groan, Jaejoong pushes him away and reaches for Yunho's fly, unzipping him and yanking his pants and underwear down in record time. He leans back against the shelf and gives Yunho's now naked form a once-over, smirking when he eyes his obvious erection.
“Now, that's what I've been wanting to see all afternoon,” he drawls. Yunho rolls his eyes, but he can't help but ogle back as well: tousled bleached hair, kiss swollen lips, unbuttoned shirt falling off to reveal the muscled slope of a creamy shoulder, tie draped loosely around his neck, and above all that enticing smile, half prey and half predator; Jaejoong is the perfect portrait of debauchery, and Yunho loves this side of him. Even if it drives him crazy.
Jaejoong shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and draws Yunho to him again, thrusting against Yunho's hand when he palms him through his trousers. With a growl Jaejoong grabs him - ever the competitive one - and spins him around, so that Yunho is the one trapped between Jaejoong's body and the shelf. He ends up between a treaty on Dark Magic and Hexes and Curses: Everything You Never Wanted to Know”, but he stops caring about the sinister books as soon as Jaejoong fists his cock and begins pumping him slowly, a fiendish grin on his lips.
“Oh fuck yes-” Yunho moans, too lost in the feverish touch of Jaejoong's hand to hear the muttered spell; all he does see is the Slytherin drawing a flourish in the air with his wand and, five seconds later, a small tube zooming towards them and landing on his open palm.
Yunho looks at Jaejoong, wide eyed. “Where did you keep that?”
“In my bag, I'd left it back on the table.”
Yunho stares some more, almost forgetful of his raging hard-on and of his boyfriend's hand wrapped snugly around him.
“You Accio'd the lube from all across the library?” He but shrieks, verging on the hysterical.
Jaejoong puts a finger on his lips. “Shh, you don't want to be heard, do you?”
Yunho groans, fervently praying nobody saw the incriminating object speeding over their heads. He's about to start chiding Jaejoong, but then Jaejoong throws him his steamiest look and plasters himself all over him again, and Yunho forgets everything he wanted to say.
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“I was supposed to study, you know?” Yunho says, but there's no annoyance in his voice. He's still basking in the afterglow, his head in Jaejoong's lap and Jaejoong's hand petting his hair with light, tender fingers. They're sprawled on Jaejoong's cloak, dressed only in their underwear and pants, while the sky outside turns orange with streaks of purple and red and the golden light shows the little whirlwinds of dust dancing in the air.
“I'll help you with your research this evening,” Jaejoong replies, “promise.”
The Slytherin's hand is splayed on Yunho's chest, drawing intricate patterns with his fingers. Yunho watches, fascinated by the contrast between Jaejoong's ivory skin and his own golden one, tanned from countless hours of Quidditch practice.
“I believe you,” he says, “but you're a cunning little snake nevertheless. I bet you planned all this in advance.”
“I'm no snake. I'm something fiercer, like a dragon,” Jaejoong states, lazily.
“You wish,” Yunho chuckles, equally lazily, and tangles his fingers with the ones now sketching a stylized dragon on his skin.
Eventually the sun sets, kissing their skin with a sudden chill that makes them shiver and scramble for the rest of their clothes. Jaejoong laughs at him when he starts putting on the wrong tie and Yunho laughs at Jaejoong when he wears his sweater inside out, and they both laugh at each other when they almost forget to take the book with them.
“Want to go flying outside, after we're done with homework?” Yunho says suddenly, clapping his hands. “Not like we've never snuck out at night before.”
Jaejoong's eyes light up in delight and he spreads his arms wide open - almost hitting Yunho's face in the process - as if he were already feeling the night breeze on his face.
“My broom has been collecting dust in the corner far too long,” he replies, with a competitive glint in his dark eyes, “time to kick the Gryffindor captain's ass again!”
He snatches the book from Yunho's hands and sprints away, turning back just to stick out his tongue playfully at him.
Yunho shakes his head, bemused, but he can't get the silly grin off his face as he chases after Jaejoong down the aisle.
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