#I'm still gonna have to make them verbally edge each other until the end of the fic

[iwannascreameurekaa]

I CANT WRITE PRE RELATIONSHIP I NEED THEM KISSING NOW

[secret-engima]

How do Serah and Snow end up reuniting? Maybe when a Tenebrae delegation visits Insomnia when Nyx is already a Glaive? (I'm thinking about Ravus' reaction to these two and I'm pretty sure I just heard Snow groan in exasperation. Lightning finally approved their relationship! Now he needs to get another sibling's approval? What does he need to do, save the world again?)

Hmmmmm tricky. I’m not sure if the invasion is gonna happen (probably? Probably is? Idk yet) but I’m thinking that yea, if they aren’t invaded and Zagreus smuggles his entire family out to safety using magic (and probably sticking Alexander on the Nifs which OOH boy did they not come prepped for that) to Insomnia, then it would be a delegation visit.

Either way I’d say they don’t run into each other until Luna is like ..... 14? 15? Teenager. Young teenager. Too young, and Snow knows that, but that’s okay, he is content to wait after that initial teary/hugging reunion. It’s all very heartwarming to the reincarnates and surprising to the adults who know about the reincarnation thing (which is kept a secret from most people, it’s just like- Regis and Co, Sylva, and Fang’s mom who know). Whether they live in the Citadel now after their country fell or if they’re just visiting, Nyx is on guard duty when he first sees her, and at first no one envies him getting picked to bodyguard the Tenebraen royal family.

Nyx on the other hand is Over The Moon™. Alarmingly so to his fellow Glaives and Lib. This is because Nyx ran into Lightning pretty fast after coming and joining the Glaive and so he knows about the reincarnation and when Lightning learned who Serah was she OF COURSE told Snow. Who is now quietly vibrating in place, hoping to see her.

He does.

Their eyes meet.

She doesn’t recognize him. Which ... yea that hurts but it’s understandable, he looks nothing like Snow.

So Nyx quietly makes his way over in a moment when everyone else is distracted and shyly offers, “Her Highness” a gift. It’s a necklace he made himself, the same as from their last life, though this time the little Cocoon charm is one he carved out of the ivory of an animal fang he felled in the jungle. Luna freezes at the sight of the gift, looks up into Nyx’s face and sees Snow looking back, hopeful and adoring and oddly shy.

She forgets for a minute that she’s 15 and Nyx has to be at least 18 and over to be in the military and snatches the charm with reverent hands before pulling him down by his uniform for a kiss. Snow, who does not know how old she is, appreciates the gesture but pulls away quickly to help her put on the necklace and also to sort of hide the fact he’s crying his eyes out.

Lightning comes over, having witnessed from across the room, fully prepared to gently remind Serah that, adult she might be in her mind, she is currently only BARELY legal and should not be seen kissing someone 7 years older than her please don’t give Snow reason to commit seppuku for “shaming your honor” or some such nonsense sis.

Ravus gets there first and it’s only Nyx’s training that saves him from being skewered. Snow/Nyx looks into FURIOUS, hateful blue and purple eyes and feels a headache coming on. Lightning stops any murder from happening and Luna tries to talk her brother down because SHE surprised Nyx with the kiss not the other way around, but Ravus had seen the gift giving and is firmly set in assuming the Worst™. He throws a fit that attracts attention and Regis and Sylva are gearing up for Discipline of poor Nyx until Lightning rolls her eyes and says like- the safe word they’ve come up with for when a incident is happening because of Reincarnations.

Nyx, Luna, Lightning, Regis and Co, and Sylva excuse themselves somewhere private (without Ravus, much to his fuming) for an explanation and learn that Snow and Serah were married in their past life and kinda ... forgot themselves for a sec. Nyx looks so genuinely horrified when he learns Serah is only 15 in this verse (which is like- the year of or a year above the age of consent in Lucis BUT STILL) and just about falls on his face apologizing and looking miserable while Luna keeps trying to make him feel better by insisting SHE was the one who kissed Nyx not the other way around, Nyx hadn’t even TOUCHED her, he was just trying to reintroduce himself and reveal himself as her Snow.

Sylva feels a headache coming on, but can’t find it in herself to dislike the glaive who looks torn between being utterly smitten with his wife-of-a-past-lifetime (who is also her daughter) and utterly horrified that he accepted a kiss from someone physically 15 (yes he loves his wife, yes he knows she’s mentally an adult, yes he knows that’s over the age of consent but EVEN SO if he’d known he would have resisted the kiss, he wouldn’t have TOUCHED her because Snow is a honorable romantic Sap and Galahd had very strict rules on romance anyway).

In the end, Nyx gets to keep his head and his job, and Sylva agrees to let them keep seeing each other (mostly because she’s not an IDIOT and knows her daughter will straight up run away if denied her husband) but lays down some ground rules for their interactions until Luna is 18. Nyx agrees readily, thrilled that the ground rules allow for platonic dates as long as there is a chaperone always present and they don’t go past hand holding and the occasional hug (Nyx loudly agrees to this rule, Luna rolls her eyes a little but also agrees). Lightning verbally gives her blessing for their relationship, which is when they learn Lightning and Serah were sisters once (now REGIS has a headache from how fast his MINE™ instinct screamed to the forefront) and Luna proudly wears the Cocoon charm Nyx made her.

They step out of Regis’s study and Nyx comes face to face with a vibrating-hate Ravus. Oh yeah. Him. The middle sib who is NOT in the know about reincarnation.

Nyx edges away because He Likes Life and Sylva tries to explain to her son in private what’s going on but like-

Ravus is stubborn and kinda stupid about his stubbornness when it comes to his sister.

He DOESN’T BELIEVE THE REINCARNATION thing. He thinks it’s a sham that this filthy 22 yr old Galahdian has somehow sold to Luna and Sylva and everyone else and when he hears the Princess of Lucis is agreeing with it he promptly hates her too (then he remembers his big bro Zagreus is betrothed to Lightning and hates her even MORE).

Snow sighs quietly at the ceiling. He JUST got through with this didn’t he? Winning the approval of a frosty, stab-happy sibling? What’s he gotta do this time? Save the world AGAIN?

“Drop dead.”

“Can’t, then I’d miss my wedding in 5 years.”

*garbled angry screeching from Ravus*.

Also then rumors slowly get around the glaive about Nyx seeing the PRINCESS OF TENEBRAE and Lib firmly, FIRMLY refuses to believe it because the Princess is one, royalty, and two, only 15 and Nyx has HONOR thank you.

Then he sees them when he’s off duty one day, the day Nyx made up a poor excuse to go off on his own and now Libertus is watching in dawning HORROR from across the street as Nyx and Luna take a leisurely walk in the park, not even holding hands since Luna is using her hands to gesture as she tells a story, while Nyx beams like an openly love-sick idiot.

Ignoring the fact that Cor the Immortal is RIGHT THERE as a Chaperone (not that he needs to be, Luna has to be sneaky just to get Nyx to HOLD HANDS with her because he’s so freaking skittish of breaking any rules or doing anything dishonorable), Libertus storms over ready to Throw Hands with his best friend on the Princess’s behalf. Luna is touched but exasperated, Nyx looks like a kicked puppy.

Ravus, brooding furiously from afar, decides that THIS Galahdian he grudgingly approves of, if only because Libertus punched Nyx in the face before Cor broke it up.

Libertus ends up dragged before Regis and Sylva for a explanation and then needs to sit down. Because on one hand reincarnation, a twice-born, makes SO MUCH SENSE. On the other... his best friend’s past wife is the current PRINCESS OF TENEBRAE. WHAT IN THE NAME OF IFRIT.

[i-run-with-a-wolfpack]

I Can't Help But Wait

Embry Call/OC/mature rating

(This is the second half of part 3)

 had to fix this.

"I didn't know you were gonna be here, honey." Maybe that wasn't the best opening line?

She shrugged and glanced away, still standing in the doorway as I remained frozen in the hallway. "I wanted to surprise you. I...I made you dinner."

"Is it ready?" I asked hopefully. She knew my appetite was unreal, constantly teasing me for never gaining any weight.

We ate in silence as I let her take time to process my secret. After dinner, we sat and talked all night. I answered her questions for hours… all of them. No, I don't get fleas. Yes, sometimes I howl at the moon. No, I don't chase cars or piss on fire hydrants.

"Do you bury bones in the backyard?" 

I sighed and threw my head back. "Now you're just fucking with me."

"Maybe," she laughed.

I reached for her but she twisted away and dashed off to the kitchen, mumbling about making me dessert. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed, hoping this meant we were okay. We had to be okay. I couldn't make it without her.

I rested my head against the back of the couch, letting my eyes fall closed. It had been a long week at work, framing up a new house for Brady and his soon-to-be wife, along with these endless patrols, my body needed rest. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Nicolle slide her hand over my eyes and dangle something sweet over my lips. "Take a bite," she cooed from behind me.

I moaned at the taste of the ripe strawberry covered in fresh whipped cream. "So good."

I wondered if I had dozed off, because when Nicolle slowly made her way around the front of the couch to face me, I thought I was dreaming. "Is this real?" I murmured as I reached for her waist.

Nicolle stood before me wearing a sheer purple nightie. She lit a couple candles and turned the lights down. I raked my eyes over her near naked body and grinned like an idiot. She held a bowl of whipped cream in one hand, a bowl of strawberries in the other. 

"So…we're gonna...I mean you want to...with me? Tonight? This is...we're really doing this?" I stuttered as I tried to tear my eyes away from her body.

Nicolle laughed nervously as she sat in front of me on the edge of the coffee table. "This…" she paused to look down at herself, her hands still holding the sweet treats. "This is all part of your dessert." When she nibbled on the corner of her mouth, I almost tackled her. "Do you want it?"

Do I want it? Fuck yes I do. I pulled both bowls from her hands and placed them on the table behind her. "I'm hungry, honey," I whispered as I pulled her onto my lap.

She straddled my legs and bit back a smile. "What about the food?" 

I cupped her chin and guided her mouth down to mine. "I'm hungry for something else."

She kissed me back hesitantly, moaning into my mouth as my hands coasted up the front of her thighs. "Slow down, Embry," she sighed as we pulled away from the kiss.

My fingers toyed with the edge of her strappy panties, twisting the material as I tried to maintain a sense of control. "We can do anything you want," I teased. "As long as I can keep looking at you in this outfit." 

"Embry," she sighed before my mouth landed back on hers.  We kissed and touched each other until I lifted her up and carefully placed her under me...where she belonged. I nipped my way down her body, teasing the edge of her nightie in an attempt to remove the barely there material. 

This was as close as I had gotten to seeing her naked and she was still resisting me. "Can I taste you?" I begged as I brushed my lips across her stomach. I raised my head and gave her my best puppy dog eyes. "Please, honey?"

Nicolle bit down on her lower lip and nodded after what felt like an hour of waiting. I hooked my fingers around the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs. I tried to be patient and go slow, but my over eager ass dove right in.

"Oh!" she gasped as I pushed her thighs up and rested them over my shoulders. When I ran my tongue up the seam of her sex, she shuddered. 

"Just relax. I'm gonna make you feel so good," I promised.

I pressed my tongue deeper, finding her most sensitive spot and latching on. I smiled against her wet folds when her fingers fisted the top of my hair and her body writhed underneath me. I found her spot, relentlessly laving my tongue over it until she called out my name. Her legs stiffened, caging me between her thighs. I gladly sipped from her, drinking every bit of her climax until she begged me to stop. 

I climbed back up her body to find her smiling and gasping for breath. "I should have let you do that months ago," she mumbled into my mouth when I kissed her.

I collapsed back against the opposite end of the couch, totally spent and feeling pretty damn good about myself. I started to relax when I felt Nicolle edging toward me, settling between my thighs as she reached over to swipe a little whipped cream from the bowl.

I watched in rapt fascination as she painted my bare chest with the melting cream, licking off each design as she went. "You taste so good," she hummed as she worked her way down my body. 

Every nerve ending in my body was tingling in anticipation. Especially when she tugged on the waistband of my shorts and then peered up at me through a hooded gaze.

"I saw you, you know? When we were outside and you were naked."

Nicolle paused and I nodded. "And?" I whispered breathlessly as she wrapped her hand around me through my shorts.

She smiled shyly, looking away for a moment. "You...looked good. Really sexy."

My chest puffed with pride and I smiled back at her just as hard. "You know you don't have to do this. We can still wait," I offered through gritted teeth as she continued to stroke me.

"I wanna make you feel good too, baby. Will you help me...show me what to do?" she asked so innocently and honestly that I swore I had never heard anything sweeter. 

I nodded once, afraid to say anything that would betray the cool façade I was trying to convey. Because the truth was, I was so eager for her that I didn't want to scare her away.

We worked together to strip me of my shorts, laughing as we did. She was so nervous as she explored my body, her fingers shaking as she touched me. I scooped a little of the whipped cream into my hand, smearing some down the length of me as I gripped myself. 

Nicolle was laser focused watching my strokes until she leaned forward, kissed the tip and took over pleasuring me with her hand. The sight of her face as she watched my body react to her was priceless. Her fingers gripped me, her thumb brushing over the tip, her technique was perfect. I held her hair up, not letting it get messy as she drove me closer and closer to my own release.

I wanted it to last all night. I wanted to never forget the look on her face as she ran her fist up and down my erection, dragging the strongest orgasm out of me with hardly any warning. "Fuck," I hissed as I angled my release toward my chest. I gasped her name over and over as she pumped every last drop from me.

She watched me clean myself with my shorts. I was still sticky, but all I wanted was to wrap Nicolle up in my arms and praise her for making me feel good. I could feel her beaming as I held her.

"And you're sure I did okay?" she sighed against my neck. 

"Honey, that was mind-blowing. Just the fact that you wanted to do that with me, makes me feel so damn good."

I kissed her all over her face, holding her so tightly against me. "I love you."

My chest constricted when I realized I had said it out loud. I'd been saying it to her in my head for weeks now, but too afraid to verbalize it with words. "Nicolle?" I prodded, afraid of her response, but more afraid she wouldn't have one.

I sighed when I realized she had drifted off to sleep. I had dodged the bullet. I didn't want her to think that doing these kinds of physical things with me was why I loved her. 

I wanted to tell her, but not like this. Not in the heat of the moment or when we were caught up in the afterglow. But I made a deal with myself to tell her soon. Before we went any further.

Because I do love her. And I always will.

[panda-noosh]

Can I request the Paladins (+ Matt and Lotor) being comforted by their s/o? Like, something horrible happened that they felt was their fault and have just been internalizing it instead of dealing with it properly and when they get to the room that they share with their s/o, they just kind of sit on the edge of the bed and stare off into space. Then s/o comes and takes off their shoes, jacket, gloves (etc) and just holds them while they finally let go and cry about it. I'm thirsty for that ANGST.

Here you go! x

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Shiro:

he really hates it when you have to do this for him, but it happens more often than you may think.

always behind closed doors, of course. you know Shiro would hate to look like anything less than a leader whenever he’s in front of the Paladins, which is why he always finds a way to wiggle his way out of the room and head to his own bedroom whenever he feels himself getting this way.

and as i said, it happens a lot more often than you may think, because literally any little thing that goes wrong in a plan is immediately shining a light on Shiro and his abilities, and it’s a lot of pressure for the man.

even though he doesn’t like that you sometimes have to help him through these kind of emotions, he welcomes it with open arms.

and as you said, sometimes it does genuinely seem like he just shuts down. you’ll walk into the bedroom and he’ll be staring into space, barely even noticing you’ve walked in, and you’ll just know what to do.

you’ll start to take off his shoes and his gloves and then you’ll just sit next to him, staying silent because that’s all Shiro really wants.

he doesn’t need these verbal assurances that he tried his best and did everything he could.

he just wants to know people aren’t mad at him, and the only way you can truly get that message across is by not avoiding him completely.

Keith:

i feel like he would get slightly embarrassed, but he would feel too weak to do anything about it. 

that’s exactly what happens whenever he starts to blame himself for stuff that’s gone wrong - he gets weak. his body shuts down on him, and he can barely stand up without his legs feeling like jelly.

especially whenever somebody gets injured or even killed in the plan - that’s when he feels as if there’s going to be no return.

but you’re always there to help him through it, which is something he is grateful for, but he wishes he didn’t need that kind of support.

as you cuddle up next to him and stroke your hands through his hair, reminding him that he did everything he could on the battlefield, he just silently wishes that he could pull himself out of these kind of ruts, that you didn’t have to do it. you were suffering from the losses just as much as he was, so why should you have to prioritise his feelings over your own?

but he can’t help it, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit grateful for your emotional support.

Lance:

he pretends like everything is fine, even when it’s very clear that he’s not.

his face is completely gauntless whenever you walk into your shared bedroom. it’s honestly like the soul has been sucked from his very being.

and even though he looks this way, his mouth open slightly and his eyes glazed over with unshed tears as he just stares at the wall in front of him, he will still insist that he’s absolutely fine.

you’ll try and take his jacket off of him, telling him to get into bed, and he’ll just shrug you off and say, “I’m okay, Y/N. You don’t need to fuss.”

and it’s actually heartbreaking, because the only reason he’s so hesitant to receive help is because he feels as if he doesn’t deserve it.

he genuinely thinks it was his fault the plan went bad. he thinks the other Paladins hate him, thinks you should hate him too.

hell, he hates himself in this moment. so everybody should hate him.

but you don’t give up on him, of course. even if he is being stubborn, pushing you away whenever you try to get him to go to sleep, get some rest after a long day, you still remain by his side.

Lance only realises how grateful he is for you whenever he wakes up the next morning and sees you slumped over at the side of him, you having tried to stay up all night to assure yourself that Lance wasn’t about to slip out of the ship and launch himself into space with the guilt eating away at him.

he probably would have done just that if you hadn’t made sure he went to bed the previous night.

Hunk:

like Lance, he would try so hard to pretend everything is okay.

he doesn’t want you worrying about him, doesn’t want pity, doesn’t want people to know how he’s feeling.

which is weird, because you and Hunk are usually so open with each other about literally every other emotion. but feeling guilty just makes Hunk clam up and go quiet.

whilst Lance turned a little bit hostile whenever he was in one of these moods, Hunk would try and make a joke out of it all.

not in a sinister way - he definitely isn’t going to be joking about the failed mission or the people you lost in the process, but he is going to try and keep that cheerful look on his face to mask the guilt that’s absolutely mauling him from the inside.

and everybody else falls for it. everybody else is like “classic Hunk! always the mood maker!”

but you don’t believe it for one second. especially when Hunk is excusing himself from the dinner table early and making his way to your shared bedroom.

you follow after him, and it is then that you see him breaking down.

even as you watch him curl in on himself, knees bunched up to his chest and his head pressing into his legs, he’s trying to pretend like everything’s okay. 

“it’s fine. i’m fine. i’m fine.”

you don’t buy it, and Hunk is secretly so, so grateful that you didn’t walk out of that room then and there.

Pidge:

i can see her getting a little bit hostile in the beginning.

feeling guilt makes her get snappy. she doesn’t like such a negative emotion, and so she is gonna take it out on anyone and everyone who tries to help her.

luckily, you’ve prepared yourself for such a thing, and you know how to handle her when she’s like that.

she can be really cruel if you try to help her when she’s in one of these moods. she can say some genuinely hurtful things (things she’ll regret entirely later on) and it takes a lot of strength to bite your tongue.

you try to reach for her and she shoves your hands away.

you try to tell her it wasn’t her fault and she scoffs at you, even rolling her eyes for added emphasis.

she just truly hates herself in these moments, and anyone who has any flicker of respect for her, she deems as idiotic, because she seriously believes that nobody should have any respect left for her after what she believes she did.

but it always gets too much for our little Pidge, and she always ends up sobbing into your chest later on in the night. 

Matt:

he just goes utterly silent whenever he feels this way.

he doesn’t necessarily retreat back to his room whenever he feels the guilt creeping up, but he doesn’t make it subtle either.

if you know Matt well enough, it’s very easy to spot whenever he’s blaming himself for something.

because he’ll be talking, and smiling, and then suddenly he’ll be hit with this reminder of what happened and his smile will fade, and his words will drift off into the damn abyss, and then you’re left with this shell of flesh and bone with absolutely no personality left within it.

nobody else knows how to deal with him when he gets like this - nobody but you.

the only way to really handle it whenever it happens in public is to just continue talking for him until you can get him somewhere where he can finally let his emotions out without feeling embarrassed.

because unless he’s angry, in which case he will genuinely just start yelling, he’ll not express his emotions verbally unless he’s with somebody he trusts with everything.

so that’s what you have to do - you just have to kind of continue on the conversation with everyone else and try to pry the attention off of him until you can find a way to get him into a quieter area.

once you finally break off from the group you’re with, you sit him down and he immediately starts talking.

he has this habit of apologising on a loop whenever he gets worked up over something like this. he’s saying so much, but half of his words are just different ways of apologising.

Lotor:

the mission had to have gone very bad for Lotor to end up feeling like this and getting worked up this much.

the fact that he’s retreated into his bedroom just shows how guilty he really feels. he has an entire empire to look after - he doesn’t have time to just mope around in his room for a few hours.

but whenever he feels guilty, it’s sometimes the safest option to just let him stalk off on his own for a little while.

you’re always there to comfort him if he needs it, and after a few hours of him not making an appearance, you usually step up and go and see to him, because nobody else would risk it.

he always tells you to get back to work, that he’s fine and he doesn’t need your assistance, but in the same conversation, he’s pulling you into his lap and nuzzling his head in your neck because he just needs to feel your skin against his, needs that familiarity to comfort him.

seriously - this man could be scolding you for taking time out of your work whilst pressing kisses to your neck at the same time.

and you don’t mind, because you can feel him relaxing when you’re sat next to him, and that’s all you came to do in the first place. 

[klainebowsanddramioneflies]

leytonxdraco (cause I miss them) , Hogwarts, "I'm not even sorry"

After the cut because it is SUPER NC-17!!!

Draco and Leyton are RP Characters from Merlin’s Academy for Magical Arts. Find the forum here: http://merlinamm.forumotion.com/forum Come write with us! (I promise it isn’t all porn. LOL)

Some weeks were easier than others. Some weeks werelike a fresh hell.

Draco Malfoy was generally a person of envy atHogwarts. He was Slytherin’s own Prince, the boy they all wanted to be, thepureblood wonder of dark wizards and witches. He was also under incredibleamounts of pressure that everyone seemed all too capable of ignoring.

Well, Draco couldn’t exactly ignore those details.

The letter was clasped tightly in his hand,crumpled in places where his fingers dug too hard into the parchment. Hisfather’s words still bit into his mind, his heart aching with the echoes ofthose cruel reminders of his failings.

It simply wasn’t fair. Draco had to live everysingle day with so much pressure. From society, from family, from so-calledfriends… And then there was the pressure to perform. If he so much as did onething less than expected, he was called on it. When he didn’t catch the snitchbefore Potter, which happened more often than he’d like to admit, he was theshame of his team, despite his excellent leadership as their captain. When hebrought his partner five orgasms his was questioned as to why he didn’t squeezein a sixth. When he got the second highest marks in Potions next to know-it-allGranger, he was constantly asked why the hell he hadn’t surpassed the damnedmudblood yet.

Sometimes all that pressure just got to be toomuch, and Draco kind of just… broke.

Luckily for him, he had an outlet who wasn’t toofragile for his frustrations. He had a bedmate who took and took everythingthat Draco gave without fail. His friend, his lover, his confidante from yearspast. Whenever Draco needed to release his emotions, he knew he could count onone person to never break under the onslaught.

The tall blonde male strode into the seventh yeardorms, noting the lack of his other cousin with a satisfied smirk. Luca wouldn’tdare hang around when he’d already heard of the sixth year’s rage- and talktraveled fast. Simply in the time it took Draco to storm from the Prefectmeeting he’d been in when he’d received the letter, down to the dungeons wherehis common room dwelled, he knew most of the school would have heard of hisreaction upon reading the letter.

Knowing eyes glanced up as Draco opened the doorand walked into the room as if he owned it- as if he belonged there just asmuch as the seventh year who actually slept in the specific dorm. It was simplyDraco’s nature. He acted as if he owned everything around him, and peoplerespected him for it.

“I wondered how long it would take you,”Ley growled, eyes dark with desire. He had noticed the spark in Draco’s silvergaze and was well aware of what was to come. Leyton Lestrange was not one toback down from such a challenge, or such a promise.

A raised brow and long, dexterous fingersuntucking and unbuttoning an expensive dress shirt were all that met the oldermale’s words. Draco never buttoned his shirts all the way up, so it didn’t takelong for him to shrug the shirt to the floor, leaving him in a thin white tankthat fit him like a second skin.

The look he spared Leyton spoke volumes, but ofcourse, Draco’s voice said much more. “I’d have thought, if you werewaiting for me, you’d be more prepared,” he practically purred, heat anddanger radiating from his pale, muscular skin. “Really, Ley. There’s noneed for both of us to still be fully dressed upon my arrival. I must say…I’m far from impressed.”

The formal air was something Draco took when hewas particularly stressed- a habit he fell back on from times when he tried sohard to impress his father, to make his family proud, to avoid the punishmentsthat came with disappointing them. Today, the days leading up to it, had reallysent the blonde to a bad place in his mind.

Draco stalked to the bed where his cousin sat,standing in such a way that he loomed over the brunette, intimidating yetarousing and making Leyton gulp. The younger Slytherin reached out and threadedhis fingers in Leyton’s thick locks, curling his fingers and pulling, tuggingtightly so that the older man hissed in such a way that the blonde felt hiscock harden in response.

“I think you get to keep your clothes on fora while, since you didn’t think to take any of them off,” Draco decided,hand tight in Ley’s hair. “You’re also going to blow me. So go ahead. Openmy pants and get to work.”

His smirk was so satisfied as Leyton licked hislips, quickly opening Draco’s pants and engulfing the impressive cock beforehis gaze. On a normal day, the cousins would have argued- would have had averbal sparring match until one asserted his dominance and they rutted like acouple of animals. But, this was far from a normal day, and Leyton knew whathis younger cousin needed. He was good to Draco in this way. And Draco was goodto him as well. The pair took care of one another in the twisted way that onlythey could. It worked.

“Fuck, yes!” Draco snarled,thrusting hard into Leyton’s mouth and choking him with his rigid cock, causingthe elder boy to cough and gag, drool slipping out around Draco’s manhood anddripping down Ley’s chin, making a mess of his own dress shirt and Draco’sslacks.

There was a certain level of release in usingsomeone in such a way, and Draco felt absolutely free as he thrust into Leyton’smouth, fucking his throat, bringing tears to the older man’s eyes. It was sosatisfying. It wasn’t mean to be the end, though, and Draco wasn’t ready tocome yet, so he pulled out before Ley could take him to the brink, smirkingdown at the pout that peered up at him.

“I don’t want to waste any time waiting to gethard again,” Draco stated bluntly, shoving his cousin back so that he fell tothe bed while Draco shoved his own pants down and off, rather than just open asLeyton had left them. Completely nude, Draco grabbed his wand and mutteredquickly, ridding his cousin of his clothes even as the older male worked toquickly take them off. “You can replace them. I’m not patient enough to wait.”

Leyton might have put up a fuss about lostclothing if it weren’t for how fast the blonde was on him, licking and sucking,biting at flesh from lips and neck all the way down his body until Draco spenta good bit of time biting a searing bruise into Ley’s hip. “Gonna fuck you sohard,” the blonde grunted, shoving Ley’s knees to his chest while the older maleassisted, pulling his knees up and spreading himself as much as possible.

“You always say that. The question is whether you’llactually deliver this time,” Leyton pushed, earning himself two fingers thatweren’t quite as slick as he might prefer, much faster than he might haveexpected. Still, the slight burn made him all that much hungrier for it, and ashe rotated his hips with the thrusts of Draco’s fingers, Leyton couldn’t holdback a whine for more.

It had been a while since they’d done anythingmore than fevered blowjobs in abandoned classrooms or a handy in the dormbefore Draco went to quidditch. Leyton felt Draco stretching him with anotherfinger, and wondered how much of his cousin he might feel this time. How longthe burn would last, how much the ache would grow and pulse. Call him a masochist,but he loved it. “I’m ready, Draco. C’mon!”

The blonde didn’t need telling twice. Removing hisfingers, he slicked himself and shoved his dick into Leyton in the blink of aneye. There was nothing gentle about it. Draco didn’t take his time. He didn’tgo easy, or allow his cousin to adjust to his girth. The blonde simply thruststraight into Ley as far as he could, then pulled back and did it again, thistime making it even deeper, stretching Leyton even wider around his shaft,impaling the older male as they both shuddered with desire and raw passion.

“Fuck, yes,”Draco bit out, leaning down and clamping onto Leyton’s shoulder with his teeth,biting down hard and making Ley cry out.

For his part, Leyton had screamed pretty loudlywhen he’d first been penetrated, too. The bite might have sent him further overthe edge, though. “Nngh, Draco!” He couldn’t do more than pant and dig hisfingers into the bed beneath him, holding on for dear life as he was fuckedruthlessly. There was no other way to put it, either. He was being fucked. Hardand dirty. And that was exactly how he and his cousin both needed it.

Draco pumped into him for a long while beforeLeyton felt the start of an orgasm looming in his gut. His stomach tightenedand he screamed as it overtook him without warning- going from nothing toeverything just like that. He spilled between them and his ass clamped down onDraco’s cock even as he continued to thrust. It was like Draco was ripping himapart as his ass squeezed tighter and the blonde just kept pumping.

The oversensitivity just seemed to spur theyounger male on, and it took a good dozen or more hard, deep thrusts before theblonde finally found his release deep inside Leyton’s ass. He collapsed atophis cousin, the pair looking into each other’s eyes with a deep connection betweenthem, even as the cocky gleam resumed its position in Draco’s gaze.

“You’re gonna be feeling that for a week,”Draco growled, a satisfied smirk on his face. “And I’m not evensorry.”