Day Two Theo X Blaise
It's always the quiet ones.
In retrospect, Blaise should have seen it coming, the way his eyes darkened ever so slightly whenever he flaunted his newly acquired marks, and boy, did he flaunt them. Lipsticks on his collar, suspicious not-mosquito-bites littered all over the side of his neck, full lips redder and plumper than usual, crooked tie and a slightly dishevelled look...... the list goes on. And on.
That didn't prepare him for Theodore Nott. None of his previous encounters did. Theodore-fucking-Nott, the git, who quotes fucking poetry when he's got the man's fucking cock in his fucking mouth, who corners him at the most inconvenient times and fucking brushes his skin against him and quirks his perfect lips, as if the fact that he sends shivers down Blaise's spine and reduces him to incoherent moans is a goddamned fucking joke.
But that's just what the problem is precisely, isn't it? Fuck. They haven't fucked.
Yet, Blaise promised to himself. He'd pin that bloody cock tease under him soon enough-or the other way around, he's well past the point of caring now, anyway-and damned if he couldn't wipe the smirk off Theo's face by then.
It's always the quiet ones.
In retrospect, Blaise should have seen it coming, the way his eyes darkened ever so slightly whenever he flaunted his newly acquired marks, and boy, did he flaunt them. Lipsticks on his collar, suspicious not-mosquito-bites littered all over the side of his neck, full lips redder and plumper than usual, crooked tie and a slightly dishevelled look...... the list goes on. And on.
That didn't prepare him for Theodore Nott. None of his previous encounters did. Theodore-fucking-Nott, the git, who quotes fucking poetry when he's got the man's fucking cock in his fucking mouth, who corners him at the most inconvenient times and fucking brushes his skin against him and quirks his perfect lips, as if the fact that he sends shivers down Blaise's spine and reduces him to incoherent moans is a goddamned fucking joke.
But that's just what the problem is precisely, isn't it? Fuck. They haven't fucked.
Yet, Blaise promised to himself. He'd pin that bloody cock tease under him soon enough-or the other way around, he's well past the point of caring now, anyway-and damned if he couldn't wipe the smirk off Theo's face by then.
