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 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."

[petty_dabbler]

"That, I'll believe," John quipped against Wyn's skin as he tracked lower to lay kisses across his belly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn purred louder, arching up a little off the bed. John's lips were electric against his skin.

"I want to feel you inside me," he murmured.

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed his way back up to his lips. He lingered there, savouring him, then drew back to see him better.

"I want you every way I can have you," he assured him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Looks like we have a long night ahead then," Wyn said cupping John roughly through his pants.

[petty_dabbler]

John gasped and pressed into his touch, He was eager and the friction was perfect.

"Will you stay the night?" he asked softly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yes," Wyn purred, nodding a little as he started to stroke him. "I want to stay."

[petty_dabbler]

John liked to think he was a smart man, but Wyn's touch robbed him of every thought. All he was capable of was gasping and bucking into his hand.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I want you to kiss me. I want your hands on me- To be consumed by you," Wyn said, touching him still and admiring the look on his face.