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]

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.

[petty_dabbler]

John sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him down into his lap, unable to stop kissing him for more than a second.

"You're making me dizzy," he smiled, reveling in the way he felt, and tasted,and smelled. The weight of his arms and the warmth of his body. All together, John couldn't resist falling bit by bit. He fell in love too easily...and most of the students never even knew.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"A good dizzy, I hope," Wyn purred. "Fun dizzy. Exciting dizzy..."

[petty_dabbler]

"The best," he promised as he leaned back and pulled Wyn down on top of him.

John reached up and stroked his cheek.

"What do you like? I want to make you feel so good..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn was green enough that he didn't have preferences yet. He was still learning and exploring.

"I like knowing I'm giving my partner what they need. I like feeling like I'm providing for them in some way."

[petty_dabbler]

"No worries, there...you're doing just fine," he said, then caught his mouth in another kiss. John grew hungrier as he captured his tongue and mapped his body. Desire spiraled through him, leaving him the best kind of dizzy.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What do you like?" Wyn asked softly, speaking between kisses.

[petty_dabbler]

"I like to take my time," he said. "I want to learn what makes you gasp. What makes you moan. What makes you beg for more," he said as he dropped his kisses to the line of Wyn's collar bone.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn smiled at that, pressing closer and letting his hands explore John's body, fingertips dancing over skin, light but sure. Wyn had a confidence to him.

[petty_dabbler]

Slow as he was, he wasn't shy. Wyn was willing and John took the liberty to learn him. He memorized every inch, touching and tasting him everywhere.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn stretched out on the bed, still holding on tightly.

"Want you," he whispered. "I wanted you the first day I saw you in class..."

[petty_dabbler]

"The first day?" he chuckled, drawing back to look at him. "I had no clue I was that charming."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're not," Wyn teased with a smile. "I've got dreadful taste."