Wyn

[petty_dabbler]

The day was finally done. He shooed out the last of the students, swung the door closed, and lit a cigarette right there in the basement.

These children were going to be the death of him. Maybe he could convince Guy to teach a lesson or two on pertinent symbols.

With his cig in his mouth, John rolled up his sleeves and sat cross legged in the center of a circle surrounded my mystical runes and symbols. The circle began to glow gold as he performed the ritual to strengthen the protections in the Dark Arts room. John was sure they were one student fuck up away from a schoolwide disaster.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't know," Wyn confessed. "I just like spending time with you."

[petty_dabbler]

"Why don't we sit down?" John suggested. He moved to the sofa, leaving room for him. He was itching to touch him, but as a rule he never made the first move. Especially with students.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn nodded, sitting down beside him.

He was unsure of what to do at first, but after a moment he rested his hand on John's knee.

[petty_dabbler]

John covered Wyn's hand with his own. He offered him a soft smile.

The lad could be with anyone. He could be banging his room mate, out with friends, in the library...but he was here. With John.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn nodded slightly.

"Please," he said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

John leaned in, eyes falling closed as he pressed his lips tenderly against Wyn's. It was chaste, sweet...

But it didn't stay that way.

He smelled good and John wanted him. He was well aware of the nymph's pheromones, but John like to think he wasn't so easily swayed. Even if he was.

He kissed him deeper, tilting his head to capture his mouth entirely.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn moaned softly into the kiss, pressing closer and letting his hand slide higher up his thigh.

[petty_dabbler]

John moved in closer, sliding a hand around his waist. He lingered for a long moment, enjoying the taste of him. But he finally pulled away.

"Alright?" he asked with a smitten smile.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn nodded, blushing a little pink.

"Lovely," he assured him, leaning into his touch.

[petty_dabbler]

"I've been wanting to do that almost since we met," he admitted.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Me too," Wyn said quietly. "Would you mind if I kissed you again?"

[petty_dabbler]

"I would not mind one bit," he said softly. He was such a junkie for this rush. A new lover, a new friend. His heart swelled and made his chest tight.

John leaned in close again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn met him halfway, kissing him soundly and tugging him closer.

"I want you..."

[petty_dabbler]

'God, I was hoping you'd say that," he said before pulling Wyn closer and finding the hem so he could reach beneath his tunic.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn helped him, revealing his lace pants underneath. Traditional nymph garments, simple and light.

He then moved to start pulling at John's shirt.

[petty_dabbler]

John helped a little and in moments every tattoo he had was on display. Some were dark magic, some protection, some so old the meaning was lost to all but John himself.

"We should go in the bedroom. If you lay down on the sofa, you'll be out like a light," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well, we best head to bed then," he agreed. "Sleep isn't on my mind right now."

[petty_dabbler]

John rose and offered his hand to lead him into the bedroom.

The blackout blinds kept it dark, but he turned on a lamp so they could see. In here it was simple and clean, with a thick carpet and an alter in the corner where a candle flickered to life when the light came on.

He caught Wyn an held him loosely.

"What do you like, Wyn?" John asked as he caressed him lightly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't know. Right now I like this. You. Touching, being touched. The anticipation..." Wyn said softly.

[petty_dabbler]

John smiled tenderly.

"Oh, good, because touching you is on my to-do list, '' he quipped, moving close to slowly strip Wyn bare, then he let go to shed his own clothes, too. He was naked and shameless, tattooed and scarred.

Bare, he pressed close to him to feel him while his hands trailed along his back.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn pressed closer as well, kissing his way down John's throat.

"You smell like fire and ash," he whispered.

[petty_dabbler]

John chuckled softly.

"The scent of the Damned," he replied as he mapped Wyn's body with light fingertips.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I like it," Wyn purred. "It's intoxicating."

[petty_dabbler]

That made him smile a bit more fondly and kiss him again. He didn't know what possessed him to do this, to fall again and again for pretty young men enticed to leave, and yet he couldn't stop. Wyn had no idea how intoxicating he was, just as he was.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Silent, Wyn tugged John towards the bed.

This was a dreadful idea, but, well... Wyn was kind of a fan of bad ideas.