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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 21:33:19 GMT 1
Louis shivered as Kris ran his fingers down his chest, then gasped as he touched his nipple. It felt weird, in a good way and Louis couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. The tables were turning again, as they always did, and once more he was the one breathless in Kris’s arms. The other boy was just much better at this game, that was all.
Still he had wanted this. He closed his eyes, relaxing under the other boy’s touch and giving him complete control. He whimpered as he felt the other boy’s lips on his chest, his body trembling slightly from the sensations. It made him want Kris to take the rest of his clothes off, but he wasn’t ready for sex yet… was he?
He’d been sure before that he wanted to wait, but now he wasn’t sure. His skin felt hot, as if he was suffering from another fever, his heart beat pounding in his ears. There was a terrible tension building up inside him and right at that moment all he cared about was a release.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 21:38:30 GMT 1
Kris repeated the statement that Louis was beautiful, turning them around so Louis was underneath of him on the couch. He slowly lowered himself on top of his boyfriend, leaning on one elbow so he could watch him and make sure he wasn't hurting the other in the slightest. He never ever wanted Louis to be hurt again, most of all by him. It had been the worst feeling in the world, to have the Hufflepuffs eyes fill with tears because of something he did.
"Is this...is this okay?" He whispered, his free hand running either through Louis's hair or down his side. He just couldn't help touching him, placing butterfly kisses down his chest as his tongue twirled around a nipple. It was all hard and he couldn't resist tasting him, wanting to know how his skin felt against his lips. He knew the exact way Louis's lips felt and what his tongue tasted like, but he was curious about finding out more. Only if the Hufflepuff was ready for it, of course.
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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 22:19:03 GMT 1
As it turned out answering Kris’s question was quite beyond Louis. In order to speak it was necessary to draw breath, and that was far more difficult that it should have been. It was all he could really do to nod a little, biting his lip to hold back moans that were growing too loud. The other Hufflepuffs were sleeping, not dead, and Louis was scared if they were too loud someone would get curious and come down.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind a small thread of fear was pulling at his mind. Kris wanted to have sex, that much was obvious, and of course he did. Even though he had sad it was alright to wait, that didn’t mean he didn’t want it. It just meant he was putting Louis’s needs before his own. Surely it couldn’t hurt that much.
“K-kris” he whispered, spreading his legs so that the other boy could settle between them. “I…” He trailed off, unable to continue. Instead he looked up at the other boy, his dark eyes pleading with him to understand. He wanted so badly to make Kris happy, he felt sure that he was prepared to do anything he wanted.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 22:28:39 GMT 1
Kris carressed Louis' face, kissing him gently. Yes, sex would be amazing, but he wasn't about to force himself on anyone. If anything, he wanted his boyfriend to feel safe and protected by him. He wanted the Hufflepuff to understant that his needs never went before anything. Sex was only worth it when it was with the right person, that much he'd learned from Marius. Although part of it had been physically pleasurable, he hadn't wanted it and that made all the difference in the world.
The younger boy spread his legs, making him sink a little lower, a little closer together. He was painfully hard now, wishing for his jeans to just magically evaporate so he could be even closer to the Hufflepuff. Or perhaps Louis' jeans, but he was rather afraid of opening them up. Or he was, until he looked into the others eyes and saw consent there. "Are you sure?" He whispered, finally managing to get a sentence out without stuttering. His heart was skipping beats ever so often, making him wonder if he was about to get sick. Logically, he knew that it had to be Louis's fault, but it was an odd thought that another human being could have such an effect on him.
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Post by louis on Nov 10, 2008 23:46:13 GMT 1
“Yes… I don’t know… I t-think so,” Louis said breathlessly fighting to string a sentence together. “I… Kris… I love you…” He reached up, stroking a few strands of hair back from the other boy’s cheek. His body was a mess of jangled nerves and burning desires. Kris could make it all make sense though, Louis knew he could, surely the Ravenclaw would know what to do.
He felt like he was about to explode, and thought the feeling was in a way pleasurable it was also alien and frustrating. Most of it seemed to be centered around his groin, which was possibly also the reason why his jeans suddenly felt so uncomfortable. The waist band was digging painfully into his hips.
He wriggled a little to try to ease his discomfort, then slid his hand down over his own stomach to unfasten them, the backs of his knuckles grazing Kris’s abdomen. He felt the other boy’s muscles shiver under his light touch and he looked up at him wide eyed as he unfastened the annoying button.
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Post by kris on Nov 10, 2008 23:55:37 GMT 1
Kris actually went as far as to check the corners of his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling. Louis, on the couch, lying down, looking at him like that, was enough to make any man go insane. Let alone a man who was nothing more than a seventeen-year-old boy, hopelessly in love with the younger Hufflepuff. He wanted to say that they didn't have to if the other wasn't sure, but he could simply not find the words. In fact, he was pretty sure that he'd forgotten how to breathe, let alone talk and be expected to make a coherent sentence.
Louis slid his hand down his abdomen and Kristian couldn't help but let his eyes follow the hand, feeling knuckles graze against his bare skin. Was he really going to...It seemed that he was, and the mere thought of it sent his mind into a frenzy. It was so hard to think, to be a proper gentleman when really he wanted to say fuck it and jump him. He swallowed, giving up on the idea of sanity and kissing Louis again, replacing the others hand with his own as he moved to stroke him and free him from the restricting trousers.
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Post by louis on Nov 11, 2008 0:37:13 GMT 1
Whatever else Louis had meant to do or say was wiped from his mind the moment Kris touched him. It was as though he had touched a live wire. He arched his back, hips lifting into Kris’s touch. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning this time, though it was muffled by the kiss. He put his arms around Kris’s neck pulling him closer and returning the kiss hungrily.
He was barely aware of what it was doing, it was like his body was on complete auto pilot. He broke the kiss and took Kris’s wrist, moving his hand under the material of his boxers and to the place were he needed it most. The result was electric, and he cried out as pleasure more intense than before hit him.
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Post by kris on Nov 11, 2008 0:43:58 GMT 1
Kris quickly kissed him to muffle the cry, though he was very much on the edge of doing the same thing. He'd never touched anyone this way, and the fact that Louis had just slipped his hand under his boxers without hesitation made him so turned on he was barely able to focus on moving his hand. It was a little awkward, never having done this before, but he tried to get the hang of it and help his boyfriend with what he seemed to need most.
Burying his head in the others neck for a moment, he kissed and licked the skin there til it stood up in little goosebumps. His nose brushed the Hufflepuffs earlobes as he moved his lips right next to Louis's ear. "Happy birthday" It came out huskily, his voice out of breath and sounding rather rough as he choked out the words. He'd been planning on giving him a present, but it seemed as though Louis was in need of a rather different present then he'd intended on bestowing him with.
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Post by louis on Nov 11, 2008 1:18:17 GMT 1
Kris’s lips were on his again but Louis could barely return the kiss, his mind was whirling, the sensations Kris was giving him pushing him closer and closer to something that was both amazing and terrifying at the same time. He pulled back from the kiss, struggling to catch his breath as the sensations grew more and more intense.
“M-mon dieu” he whispered. Then the next moment everything seemed to explode. He screamed as the intensity of his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, overloading each and every nerve as it surged through his body.
His breath was coming in great shuddering gasps, his slender body trembling violently in Kris’s arms. He held the other boy tightly, feeling tears sting his eyes. ”Oh wow…” He looked up at the other boy, his dark eyes full of wonder. He had never imagined a feeling like that, though now that it was over, the fear and the nerves were coming back.
They were past the point of no return now, he couldn’t back out and leave Kris unsatisfied. Not that he thought Kris would refuse to stop, he knew the other boy would never want to pressurize him. If he wasn’t going to be selfish then Louis didn’t want to be either. He was sixteen now, and fear shouldn’t be holding him back.
“Kris… it… it isn’t going to be sex, right?” He whispered when he could speak again. “It will be making love… because it’s me and you… that’s right isn’t it?”
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Post by kris on Nov 11, 2008 1:23:49 GMT 1
Kris gasped, kissing him quickly to silence the rather loud scream that Louis was giving when he orgasmed. The last thing either of them needed was for a cousin or friend to run in from the dormitories and misinterpret what was going on. He was on top of the other after all. Kris ran the fingers of his free hand through Louis' damp hair, kissing his bottom lip softly as the other tried to catch his breath.
He felt slightly proud of himself. Sure, he had tried some, but bringing someone else to orgasm was a completely different thing and he felt pleased that he had seemed to be doing it right. It made him smile, rubbing his nose against the Hufflepuffs in an eskimo kiss. This was a way better present than the books.
“Kris… it… it isn’t going to be sex, right? It will be making love… because it’s me and you… that’s right isn’t it?”
"It'll always be making love, no matter what we do." Kristian whispered back comfortingly, cleaning his hand with a wave of his wand before rubbing the others cheek soothingly. "But we don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know that right? I'm perfectly fine with waiting." His body seemed to disagree somewhat, however.
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