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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 15:41:35 GMT 1
Louis Weasley was exhausted. Kris had been helping him study for what seemed like days, though he knew that really it had only been a few hours. He put his head in his hand and rubbed his eyes hard, then looked at the page again. Kris, I don’t know the answer…” he said, trying not to whine but unable to help it.
He would much rather have been on Kris’s lap right at that moment. The thought made him blush, but Kris made it hard not to think that way. He was just so handsome, in a tight grey t-shirt that showed off his slim, lightly muscled torso. His green eyes glinted mischievously in the candle light.
The Hufflepuff common room was deserted save for the two of them, since it was almost midnight. Louis had been happy when Kris had agreed to tutor him but he had imagined their sessions would include less work and more kissing. He sighed and looked back at the book, pouting a little as he did so.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 15:53:13 GMT 1
Kris had been very strict up until now, though it was mostly because he was afraid that if he wasn't, he'd be kissing Louis the entire night. And really, Professor Grey had asked him to tutor Louis, which meant that it was important. More important than spending the night in each others arms. He repeated that to himself over and over as he tried to get his boyfriend to pay attention to what they were doing. The other seemed awfully distracted this evening.
So was he, glancing at the clock every so often, trying not to draw attention to himself. It was only a few more minutes til Louis' sixteenth birthday. He'd spent most of his money, buying his lover a present. Things had been tight this month, or they had been until his boss asked him to come in during the week. As much as he'd hated it, he had been able to save up enough money to buy him something nice.
Because the Hufflepuff loved the Lord of the Rings books, he had bought him a few other books by Tolkien. The Hobbit, the Silmarillion and also a childrens book called Mr. Bliss, which had the pictures and handwriting of the author himself. The books were neatly stacked and wrapped inside his book bag. "Come on, just try and think logically. I know that you know the answer." Staying silent for a moment, he suddenly had an idea and smiled. "How's this. For every right answer, I'll give you a kiss."
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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 17:34:25 GMT 1
“But I’m not logical,” Louis moved his chair closer to Kris’s and looked up at him through his long lashes. “James says I have the logic of a goldfish.” He reached out and gently took Kris’s hand in his. “I’m tired Kris, can’t we take a break?” He slipped easily onto the other boy’s knee, trailing his fingers gently over his cheek and down his neck. Louis had discovered that when he cut out all the blushing and feeling nervous, that he really wasn’t so bad at this flirting lark.
Kris seemed to respond well to it anyway, Louis shifted on his lap so that they were as close as it was possible to get, running his fingers teasingly across the back of Kris’s neck. “Anyway I think you’ll give me a kiss even if I get the wrong answer.” He said, with a smile that was more wicked than sweet.
He leaned up and brushed his lips softly against the other boy’s lips. Kris was breathing a little faster already and Louis giggled. He liked feeling all confident and in control like this. It was unusual for him, since he was usually so shy, but with Kris he didn’t feel like he had to hide.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 17:42:02 GMT 1
Kris swallowed when Louis looked up at him like that, clearly not above using the veela charm when he wanted to get his way. He fleetingly thought that whatever the other wanted, he was definitely allowed to get his way with the Ravenclaw, he breathed in with a shiver running down his spine. It only got worse when the boy slipped onto his lap, fingers teasingly traveling over sensitive skin.
“Anyway I think you’ll give me a kiss even if I get the wrong answer.”
Kristian squeaked, not completely sure if he was comfortable with the closeness. It was something that he wanted, sometimes even dreamt about at night, but he was supposed to be the older, smarter male. He was supposed to be a gentleman or he was sure that a whole lot of Weasleys and Potters would come to beat him up.
Which really didn't do anything to make him stop wanting to kiss Louis, and really, was that so bad? It was just a kiss...and they'd done enough studying, and it was almost Louis's birthday so he could cheat and call it a birthday present. And really, it wasn't like there was anyone around to watch them anyway. With an almost invisible nod, Kris allowed himself to relax, kissing him back softly, as he always did. Maybe at some point in their relationship they'd get to more passionate kisses, but for now, kissing was innocent and sweet.
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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 18:29:55 GMT 1
Maybe it was something in the air, but Louis wasn’t feeling particularly innocent and sweet right at that moment. Perhaps it was all the dreams he’d been having, or the talk he’d had with Ashley about relationships, but he couldn’t help but be curious. He wanted Kris to kiss him in that way that made his heart speed up and his whole body come alive with nerves. Well… he supposed there was no reason why Kris always had to be the one to make the first move.
Gingerly at first, Louis deepened the kiss, then he shut his eyes again, feeling a little more confident. It was called French kissing after all right? He should have been naturally good at it. Alright so that was a little of a silly thought, he fought the urge to giggle again while gently caressing Kris’s tongue with his own.
He slipped his hands gently over Kris’s shoulders and down his chest, pausing to play with the hem of his t-shirt, his fingers brushed lightly over the scar on Kris’s hip and he felt the other boy recoil slightly. Louis pulled back, breaking the kiss and looking into the other boy’s wounded green eyes. He hated the self loathing he saw there, there had to be a way to show Kris that he thought all of him was beautiful.
“Take of your shirt.” he said it softly, but it was definitely a demand, not a request.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 18:37:49 GMT 1
Kristian couldn't help but flinch when he felt Louis's fingers slipping underneath his shirt, though he was trying to focus on the kiss that was being given. The amount of pressure increased in his stomach as he kissed back, allowing the others tongue to gently carress his. It felt amazing, making his heart race and his stomach turn as if he was about to be sick. But it was a nice way.
Then Louis sat back up, looking at him with those soft eyes, before he made a demand that made his heart leap up into his throat for a moment. “Take off your shirt.” It wasn't a request and Kris was wondering what would happen if he said no. Then he realized that the Hufflepuff had already seen him half-naked, had already seen the scars that were scattered over his body. So he just nodded, slipping trembling fingers down his own body to get rid of his shirt.
When the soft fabric hit the ground, he closed his eyes, not really wanting to see the others reaction. The last time Louis had seen, it had been a quick glance of his body. He hadn't seen everything in detail. Not the large mark on his hip, nor the tiny scattered marks around his nipples - courtesy of his father who knew exactly where to find the most sensitive parts.
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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 19:34:04 GMT 1
Kris looked so scared as he removed the garment that Louis thought his heart would swell and burst with love for him. The other boy looked so vulnerable and it made Louis realize that Kris needed him as much as he needed Kris. He loved him so much, he wished there was a way to let Kris see inside him so that he would know.
He leaned forward once more, kissing him softly on the lips before moving lower and kissing the scars on his chest tenderly. “I love you,” he whispered against his skin. “All of you… you’re beautiful Kris.”
Kissing his other scar turned out to be more of a challenge. It was lower down, almost hidden by the waist band of his jeans. As it turned out the easiest way to do this was to unfasten the button and slide the jeans down a tad. Louis slipped to his knees, and placed several gentle kisses along the length of the scar.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 19:45:53 GMT 1
Kris accepted the soft kiss, bringing his arms up around the other boy to kiss him back softly. The words made him smile, though he had trouble accepting the fact that Louis thought his scars were beautiful. He’d spent years hating them, coming to associate them with the hurt and abuse, and with all its consequences. His mother turning deaf, him being forced to work in a dodgy stripclub...all things that made him wondering if life wouldn’t have been much easier had he never been born.
As Louis’s lips slipped down his chest, he almost moaned at the hot touch of lips against his skin. It made his brain turn into a big pile of mush, a slow shiver running down his spine with every little carress. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Kristian briefly wondered why something so small could have such a big effect on him, then gasped when the Hufflepuffs lips briefly grazed over his nipple.
Then there were hands, on his jeans, opening them up and sliding them down slightly. It gave quite an obvious reaction between his legs, making him blush a delicate red. The flush was intensified by the extremely awkward desire to push Louis’s head lower, move it towards that place that seemed to beg for his attention. Instead he tangled fingers in the others hair, licking his own lips in an attempt to speak. “I...I want you.”
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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 19:59:03 GMT 1
Louis looked up at Kris’s words, frowning a little in confusion. He didn’t understand what Kris meant, he already had him didn’t he? He climbed back into the other boy’s lap, shifting around into a more comfortable position.
He put his arms around the other boy's neck and looked at him seriously. “I’m yours.” he said, tilting his head quizzically to the side. Perhaps Kris would explain what he meant, but the other boy seemed to be having some trouble getting any words out.
Maybe he was shy, since he was the only one half naked. Louis frowned again, then shifted a little and peeled off his yellow and black t-shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside Kris’s. There, now they were even.
Kris had seen him with his shirt off once before, when he had been ill with a fever that time, but Louis hadn’t really been aware of that. It was quite different undressing in front of him now, still, it felt nice, having his bare skin against Kris’s. It seemed right somehow.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 20:06:09 GMT 1
Kris swallowed deeply, running fingers through Louis's hair as he brought him up for another kiss. The words made him smile, easing some of the tension that he felt, though they also increased his erection. Especially when Louis wiggled about in his lap, causing another soft moan to pass his lips. It felt so good to have the other in his lap. “I...” He swallowed again, watching the other take off his shirt and falling silent at that.
How in the world was he supposed to say anything when the tiny Hufflepuff was in his lap, shirtless and looking so beautiful and sexy? Kristian stayed quiet for a moment, licking his lips again as he ran his fingers down the others chest, catching a nipple inbetween his thumb and forefinger. “You’re so beautiful. So beautiful and sexy. And I just...I just love you. I want to be with you.”
It wasn’t just the fact that Marius had raped him anymore. Instead he wanted to be with Louis because it felt right. Because he couldn’t stop dreaming about him at night, waking up with a hard-on and feverish thoughts of his boyfriend that refused to leave his mind, even during class.
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