With You [Kris] [M]

[louis]

Alcohol really wasn't as bad as Louis had been brought up to believe it was. He’d always believed it to be a foul drink that made people act like hooligans followed with projectiel vomitting. As it turned out though, being drunk felt rather good, like a buzz of gold in his veins that burned away his natural shyness and let him do exactly what he wanted.

And what he wanted right at that moment was his boyfriend. For whatever reason, seducing Kris was suddenly of paramount importance. The older boy was at his side, supporting him as they made it up the stairs and into the 5th year Hufflepuff dormitory. He was such a gentleman though, and Louis knew convincing him to ‘take advantage’ of his current drunken state wasn’t going to be easy.

Louis nearly tripped as they finally made it to his bed, but Kris caught him, stopping him from falling on his face. Louis giggled, looking up at the older boy and fluttering his long lashes. "Oh Kris you're so strong..." he said, his voice a husky purr. You couldn’t blame a boy for trying...

[kris]

It was proving to be rather difficult for Kristian not to be aroused by his younger boyfriend. After Louis' impromptu feel-up at the dance floor, he had decided that it was better for the both of them if they retired to bed. It would be better for Louis, because he was obviously drunk and had no clue of what he was doing, and it was better for him because he knew it would only take a little persuasion to get him in the mood.

After their horrible first attempt at sex, Kris hadn't even bothered to try again. Sometimes though, he couldn't help but wonder and long to find out what it would be like. Not because sex was so important to him, but because he loved Louis and he wanted to belong to him, in every sense. He didn't want his only sexual experience to be with Marius.

But he had been good, had been keeping his hands to himself, even when Louis had been positively flirty at the dance floor. The fact that the other was drunk was enough not to return those feelings though, and he tried to just be amused, carrying the other up to his bed and smiling softly at his antics. "Strong? I'm a wimp."