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]

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.

[petty_dabbler]

He was in no rush, slick fingers slowly slicking him and then stretching him. He pushed deep and smiled when Wyn gasped.

There was something about the way a young lover gasped. That hint of shock at pleasure. It took quite a bit to shock John, but only because he'd done so much. But that gasp, it cut right to his heart.

He fucked him with one, then two, stretching him slowly to make certain it wouldn't hurt. Much.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I want you. I need you," Wyn babbled.

Every touch was electric, every moment agony as he waited for more. He was desperate for it, to feel John inside him.

[petty_dabbler]

John slipped his fingers free and used a bit more lube. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him.

He leaned over him and carefully guided his cock in, groaning softly the kissing Wyn as he filled him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

The burn and the kiss were a perfect mix, and Wyn moaned softly against John's lips as he slipped his arms around him to hold him close as their position allowed.

[petty_dabbler]

"God, you feel so good," John murmured against his mouth. To get closer he caught Wyn's knee and dragged it higher so he cold sink deep.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn moaned loudly, easily moving with him, shifting and gasping as John sank in all the way.

"Fuck," he gasped, hooking his leg over the man's shoulder.

[petty_dabbler]

John shifted a little and found a better angle. He kept as close as he could, kissing wherever he could reach.

"Come for me, baby," he rasped as sweat beaded on his brow.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn touched himself, pulling himself off faster and faster. He wanted it to last, but he also just wanted the pleasure. Needed it.

When he came it was with a sharp cry, clenching hard around the other man's cock.

[petty_dabbler]

John clenched the sheet in his fist as Wyn gripped him and stole every thought. Everything shrank to a single pinpoint of pleasure.

He came hard, grunting his way through it. Every bone became jelly.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he sighed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling at him, keeping him near.

"Perfect," he purred.

[petty_dabbler]

It took a moment, John frozen above him, but then he gracelessly tumbled to the side and hit the bed with a thud. He flung out his arms and groaned.

"I'm dead," he panted.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn laughed softly, then rolled closer, curling up beside him.

"Don't be dead."

[petty_dabbler]

"Alright. Maybe just a light coma," he said, then chuckled at himself. It seemed to take effort, but John flung his arm over Wynn and rolled to face him.

"You're amazing," he said. "A man could lose his heart to you."

Like he had. John had always fallen in love fast, and though not one time did it work out, he kept trying. He kept diving in and clutching that delight of falling in love. It was almost like a drug.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're sweet," Wyn said, not taking it too seriously. He didn't want to get his heart hurt by falling for a professor. There was no way that didn't end with his heart crushed.

[petty_dabbler]

"You're sweet," he countered, moving in to give him a lazy, clumsy kiss.

He was a fool, and damned if he simply did not care. He was happy for now, and that was enough.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Wyn laughed brightly, returning the kiss and pulling John closer. Their noses bumping a little as he smiled against his lips.

[petty_dabbler]

His smile met John's as he kissed him and nuzzled against his nose.

Reality crashed back down.

"You can't let this get around," he said quietly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I won't," Wyn promised. "I won't tell."

[petty_dabbler]

"And you know you don't get to skiv off class? I might even hold you to a higher standard now," he smiled, teasing lightly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Of course, sir," Wyn purred playfully. "I'd never miss a lesson."