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Yeah, but ... Still. This is going to sound a bit awful, but I didn't think I'd get to keep you for this long. [He kisses Blaise on the nose.] No seriousness allowed until tomorrow. Your rule.

My rule involved popcorn and portrait flambé. I think your rule is winning so far, your lordship.

We still have popcorn. And plenty of other things you can set on fire.

That was a hint for you to order me around some, pup.

Oh--! Yeah, yes! Yes, uhm... Get on your knees. Right here.

[Blaise grins at him, sliding down to his knees without breaking the gaze, hands still resting on Harry's hips.]

Oh... [Licking his lips, Harry rests a hand on Blaise's shoulder and nods.] Suck me.

Mmm. [Blaise nuzzles Harry through his trousers.] At your command. [Very, very slowly, though. Undoing that belt. Working that button free. Getting that zip down just a little bit at a time.]

Oh-- [Again, because it's almost too hard to breathe, watching Blaise on his knees like this. Doing everything so painfully slow. Harry's breathing hitches and his heartbeat speeds up; so fast it feels as if Blaise has to feel it too, beating against his hands.] Yeah, do it.

[Trousers parted just enough, underwear pulled aside, and Blaise grins up at Harry before licking a broad stripe up his cock.] Mmmmm.

[It feels reckless, despite the fact that they're alone in the house and still haphazardly covered by the cloak. But -oh- Blaise on his knees, with his tongue on him. Harry shudders and pulls his shirt up to his armpits to see better.] More. Suck me. Properly.

[Blaise's smile gets wider, and he slow-licks Harry once again, before saying, lecherously,] Yes *sir*, [and taking Harry in in one, long, swallowing gulp.]

Nngh-! [Harry's head falls back against the wall with a low thump and his hand goes to the back of Blaise's neck almost on instinct. To hold him, or guide him, or just trying to hold on.

So obedient. Too many thoughts and ideas float through his head -good ones and bad ones all mixed in together- and everything just centers on Blaise's warm, wet mouth.]

Oh god, yes. Use your -mmm- tongue and- god, you should be naked for this.

[Blaise can't quite hold back his laugh, though it's muffled by Harry's cock. He takes his hands away from Harry, balancing precariously as he starts taking his own clothes off without stopping the sucking, head bobbing and tongue working, his shirt catching on his wrists as he tries to pull it off blind.]

Don't- don't laugh! [Harry pants, smiling too.] Oh, wait. Wait! Stop-- mmm! [With Blaise still caught in his shirt, Harry gets down on his knees and kisses him hungrily, stabbing his mouth with his tongue.] Upstairs. Want you, upstairs where we can- [be loud, noisy, messy, private] no portraits. Keep your shirt... just like that.

[Blaise tests the pull of the shirt, kissing Harry back; it's not quite as restrictive as it could be, but it's workable. He grins against Harry.] Just like this. [Clambering to his feet, kissing Harry the whole way, he nudges Harry back towards the stairs.]

Yeah, like that. [Beautiful. And Harry has to reach up and run his hands all over Blaise's naked chest, while trying to get up the stairs and not break the kiss for longer than it takes to breathe a little.] God, if you could see yourself... [As soon as they reach the room, Harry pushes Blaise through the door and up against the wall, still kissing. Still touching.] Here. Like this. On your knees.

Just like this? [All innocence, eager to please, sliding down Harry to the floor, on his knees and perfectly positioned to look up, all, "please, sir, may I have some more?" Just subservient enough to tease.]

Uh huh. [Harry slides his thumb over Blaise's mouth, pressing it against his lower lip, holding his cock ready with the other.] Open your mouth, Blaise.

[The surety in Harry's voice is as hot as the evident desire, and Blaise is already obeying before he's consciously processed the order.]

[Pushing his cock in between Blaise's lips, Harry grunts, watching all of it wide-eyed and just a little bit in awe of it. Because Blaise is just resting there, on his knees and with his arms held behind his back, with his mouth full of of Harry's cock. Obeying. So willing.] Oh- yes. Now, suck. Hard.

[Like he could do anything else with the taste of Harry, the weight and feel of Harry, filling his mouth, his throat as he swallows and sucks, light-headed with the lack of air and the scent of Harry.]

[It's easy, far easier than Harry would have thought it would be, to grab Blaise's head with both hands and set up a rhythm. Moving in and out shallowly at first. Moaning.] Love your mouth. Mmm, when you- when you talk, can't help thinking about this. Use your tongue...

[It takes a moment to get his timing right, to tongue Harry when he's pulled back, to suck properly when he's in deep, to let himself relax into Harry's hands and be guided, humming a little, enough to make Harry feel it.]

Oh god, [Harry groans, grabbing Blaise a little tighter] get on the the bed. Nngh, want you naked. On the bed. But kiss me first.