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Week Name/Date/Time: "Duelly Noted" / Saturday, Decemeber 2, 2006 / 8.11pm
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins
( Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid )
Location: Gryffindor Common Room
Open To: Baccypoo
Currently Involving: Andykins
( Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid )
He looked down at the floor, mentally chiding himself. Not now, he told himself. Don't let him get to you now.But it was unavoidable as Bach offered him praise. His head whipped up so fast he thought he might have pulled a muscle. His stomach twisted in knots but not unpleasantly. Praise was good, he didn't often get it. Praise from Bacchus was better, he didn't think he'd ever gotten it ( ... )
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Bacchus straddled Andy and although the younger man wanted to be fucked, it wasn't as if he was going to complain about this extra attention. In the worst case scenario it gave him a chance to calm down, which was definitely a good thing for the both of them. It would have been sort of an anti-climax to have Andy shoot his load after Bach had just entered him. Also embarrassing, although he had the suspicion Bacchus was just as worked up as he was.
He watched the boy, with eyes almost reflecting affection, as he made his way down Andy's abdomen. He liked the colour of Bach's tongue, he decided, as his friend licked the outline of his second rib. He discovered he was ticklish on rib number five. Number seven actually made him gasp a little.
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Even if something in that man's eyes pleased something in Bacchus' loins at a bizarre level.
Rawr.
But there was no time to think about that right now. Bacchus' mouth, which was in some weird way connected directly to his groin, was being extremely satisfied by Andy's hard angles and weird curves in unexpected places.
He liked rib number seven. So, he went for it a second time, the pink of his tongue lapping at the skin affectionately and warmly. He liked the salt of Andy's sweat. It almost made him wonder how the boy's tears tasted...
With a -FWUMP!-, he flipped the boy over and went for-- oddest of all-- the curve in the boy's foot, sucking hard on it and seemign to enjoy it very much.
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Thank goodness Bach knew well enough to keep his mouth shut because that could have possibly destroyed the mood he was so sucessfully creating with this rib licking business. Number seven was definitely something to remember for the future. Yes, you heard correctly, Andy hoped they had a future. He didn't think about it too much because then he'd have to decide what kind of future he wanted and like Bacchus and his unthinkable thoughts, he concluded now was not the time.
When he was flipped over he expected Bacchus to be inside him almost immediately, but the boy continued to surprise him. Andy burst out laughing and kicked his foot without meaning too. "That tickles, watch the teeth!"
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Maybe he did it just to be impetuous, or maybe he had given up on listening to Andy. It didn't matter much, because Bacchus' gums were screaming in delight at the feeling of this new spot of Andy's against them. He could even feel his cock growing harder between his thighs at the pleasure enveloping his highly-sensitive mouth.
He didn't want to release the boy from his mouth, but he knew it had to happen soon. He had bigger fish to fry. Smirking as he crawled along the length of Andy's body, having dropped his foot most unceremoniously, he pinned the boy back to the sheets, getting ready to position himself.
He spread his legs over the top of the other's and with a devious look in his eyes, thurst himself harder than ever before into Andy, cock dripping with lubrication.
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The first slam, the initial pain of Bacchus' entering, was followed by a quick and just as hearty second one, and then a third, and then a fourth, and so on. Bacchus breathed harder, even moaning out on the third, so great was his ectasy.
"Nnngh!"
The noise echoed around the room, seeming somehow, for Bacchus, a very vunerable sound. He himself grimaced when he heard it and pushed himself harder back into Andy to let him know that the boy wasn't to push it.
His left hand, by the way, had curved under Andy's body and was slowly pushing its way through bedspread and hot flesh, trying to get to Andy's center and give it a good rub. Once he caught hold of the warm organ he wanted, Bacchus started, being, by no means, gentle.
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And so as Andy mumbled and fumbled or whatever the hell he was doing down there, Bacchus simply continued to push in and out, enjoying every second of it. He grunted, as he always did (hard not to), he moaned a couple of times. His lips even grew a little wet with saliva he didn't want to lick away just yet.
What seemed a more ideal way of dispelling said spit was by setting his mouth to as far on Andy as he could reach (the side of his delicious neck, by the way) and biting and licking it as furiously as he could. Each nip came with a thrust and each thrust was followed by a hearty kiss.
Oh Merlin, he loved the feeling of this boy around him. it was greater than any other ectasy he knew.
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But if Bacchus didn't want to do it, the younger boy wasn't going to force the issue. At least the boy was talking to him in general, he supposed he couldn't ask for more. I don't really deserve any more, he told himself and he returned to focusing on the task at hand.
He tilted his neck to an awkward angle, trying like hell to reach the boy's mouth but it was no use. The neck biting thing turned out pretty good though and he bit down into the doona, anxious to muffle the increasing pitch of his moans.
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"Love....ly!"
That was all the beauty queen was going to get right now, though. But seriously? Bacchus thought him the most brilliant beam of sunlight right now, such was Andy's sweet beauty.
"Nnngh!"
Okay, Andy could have that noise too. It was more of a rutting noise than an affectionate one, but still, it was just as powerful. It was followed by a quick couple of gasps as the older boy pumped Andy with his hand and himself with Andy's sweet little ass.
He was so close right now.
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Bacchus wasn't the only one close. Andy could have come after just a couple of thrusts, if he had no self restraint. He had held back though, forced himself to wait for his friend because he knew the reward would be great; to feel Bacchus let go inside of him. To was, he was sure, bound to become an addiction. There was a reason he didn't drink, smoke or do drugs to the point of addiction. He was saving himself up for something more powerful than those three combined.
As Bach pulled back from his most recent thrust, Andy clenched, making himself extra tight for Bacchus' pleasure. He relaxed on the thrust in and then clenched again on the pull out.
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And what did Andy say?
The ingrained response Bacchus had from not only his mother, but nearly every other authority character came first, without Bacchus' real consent on the matter.
"Don't tell me what to do," he said, sharply, before realizing it was on his lips. Didn't matter much, anyway, it seemed to be what Andy was expecting. And why shouldn't he? Andy had Bacchus' character down pat.
"I mean... what? What do you mean?" he asked, looking a little sheepish. He was, in all honesty, trying to find a cover-up for his first set of words. He hadn't meant to say them! He didn't even think he meant them! He searched over the preivous couple seconds looking for some way to escape.
"I said, 'fuck you', which I was doing, so I think I can fuckin' say it, Frazer!" he growled, pulling himself free of Andy with more mental difficulty than physical difficulty.
"Don't be a pussy-ass bitch."
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His skin was hit with cool air the minute Bacchus rolled off him and all the hairs on his body stood up in protest. Andy rolled off the bed and stood at its side, finally getting a telling glance at Bacchus' face. Yeah, he was totally not happy.
Andy's ingrained response was to apologise then sit down and shut up, but unlike Bacchus, his mouth beat him to the reaction that might have been better.
"Bullshit." He looked down to the floor in submission (now there was his natural reaction) and then back to Bacchus, planting a frown on his face (and there was his inclination to fight). This might have been a bit confusing for the older boy. Every so often there were slight shimmerings of dom that crackled and fizzed on Andy most unexpectedly. It might be daunting for someone with little ( ... )
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