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]

"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.

[petty_dabbler]

John reached for him and found his head. He plunged his fingers into his hair and kissed him hungrily.

"God, want you," he said. "I want you, Wyn."

This was a mistake, he could tell. This one was going to get into is blood.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Want you too," Wyn gasped, hauling John down into another kiss, each one harder than the last. Something about the man made him feel like he was starving for it...

[petty_dabbler]

Passion boiled up in him and he devoured Wyn's mouth. He touched him everywhere, and then abruptly gave a push and rolled then over.

Hovering over him, John looked at him with heat in his eyes. Wyn smelled so good, tasted so good...

John was doomed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn only purred louder, his own hands roaming over John's back now, exploring every inch of flesh on offer.

[petty_dabbler]

Every touch was electric. When Wyn passed over the small of his back, John gasped, the spot so sensitive. He moved a little and began to rut against him, eager for more.

More meant stopping entirely so he could strip out of the rest of his clothes. Reluctantly, John calmed down and moved away, making quick work of stripping to nothing.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn did the same, though all he had left were his skin tight briefs. He slipped out of them quickly, shimmying until he could kick them to the floor.

His magic glittered beneath his skin, sparking bright with anticipation.

[petty_dabbler]

John was struck dumb by how beautiful he was. He'd never seen anything like it. He had plenty of experience with people who weren't human, but he'd never been with anyone with any nymph blood at all.

"Fuck," he said softly as he admired him. "You're gorgeous."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"As are you," Wyn purred. "I could look at you all day. I could live off the feast that is your body..."

[petty_dabbler]

John crawled back onto him from the foot of the bed, easing his legs apart. He smoothed his hands up and down Wyn's thighs as he hovered over him.

"You've got quite the way with words," he grinned, then bent to lick a stripe along Wyn's cock.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Fuck," Wyn moaned, clawing at John's shoulders. "Please, John..."

[petty_dabbler]

He wasn't going to deny him, not when he begged so pretty.

John took him in with a groan and began to bob on him eagerly. He had plenty of experience and wanted Wyn to moan like he never had before.

[prince_of_nymphs]

It was bliss, John's mouth was a perfect kind of heat- Divine.

His hips rolled up and Wyn let out a soft whine of pleasure.

[petty_dabbler]

As he devoured him, John gently pushed his knees higher. Before Wyn could find any release, John drew back and moved to lick at his entrance. The sounds Wyn made went straight to his cock. He teased him mercilessly, fucking him with his blunt tongue.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn let out a sharp cry, trembling beneath John's attention. It was torture and bliss, and in that moment John was his whole world. His air, his heartbeat, everything.

[petty_dabbler]

He could feel when Wyn was ready. The way he moved, the way he sounded...

John rose up.

"I won't make you beg," he smiled, wiping his face before reaching for the lube.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Thank you," Wyn said, feeling as though he was gasping for air. Like he was surfacing from beneath the deepist waters.

He spread his legs wider in invitation, gaze resting on John, drinking him in.