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Date: 13 Jul 2006 09:50 am (UTC)Darke inhaled Lucius's scent as the other boy's weight settled on top of him. He trailed his tongue down the blonde's neck, to his shoulder. He heard Lucius gasp as he bit into the flesh of the older boy's shoulder, just above his collar bone, hard enough to bruise. He raised needy eyes to the blonde's face and licked his lips. He wanted to be punished for what he had just done, but couldn't make himself say the words.
Lucius tangled fingers in his hair and pulled his head back. The older Slytherin had a slightly sinister smile on his lips. The blonde kissed him, a hard and bruising kiss; when Lucius pulled back, Darke's blood was on his lips. Darke whimpered in need as the other boy's tongue trailed across his now-cut lips, tasting the blood. He tried to kiss the other boy but Lucius pulled away, just out of his reach. Again Lucius lowered his head to trail the tip of his tongue across the artist's lips; again he pulled away as Darke tried to respond.
"Lucius.." Darke's voice was ragged with need, "Please.." "What is it you want, little one?" Lucius asked, tongue trailing up the artist's earlobe. A shiver ran through the smaller boy, and Darke whispered, "You. I want you.."