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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 24, 2010 1:28:39 GMT -5
The little bit of exposed flesh was now the breaking point of Francis' control. Growling, he grabbed hold of his student and pushed him down his desk, the various objects littering on the desk thrown mercilessly to the ground. Grinding down to that thin frame, Francis mentally reminded himself to place a Forgetfulness Spell on the student after this.
Right now, he wants to satisfy his inner demons.
Bringing down his lips on Feliks', Francis kissed the student like a good Frenchman should. He thought that Feliks' lips were as soft as marshmallows, something that absolutely suprised the man.
"Oh my...' he huskily whispered against the Pole's lips, a hand ghosting down the boy's frame to creep under that dangerously short skirt and up to that sweet little organ. Stroking it longingly, Francis felt a familiar shiver down his spine as he kissed down the boy's neck.
It felt so right yet wrong at the same time and Francis felt so caught. But what the heck, he'll make this last for the both of them.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 24, 2010 1:44:24 GMT -5
The Ravenclaw student let out a tiny squeak as he was suddenly pushed against his professor's work-littered desk, gasping as the older wizard ground down against him. The man's lips crushed themselves to his own, and the muggle-born could only lay there as he began to kiss him passionately and expertly, the man's prowess forcing the surprised blonde into a dazed submission.
The heavily accented voice in his ear sent shudders down his spine, and the hand that snaked up to stroke his sex pulled a shaky, breathy moan from his reddening lips.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 24, 2010 12:45:36 GMT -5
Francis groaned inwardly at the reactions elicited from the Pole. They were too much of positive ones than he expected. He had assumed that the Ravenclaw student would scream and push him away, scream some more and run to the Headmaster. He was heavily mistaken.
Feeling the unquestionable submission of his student, he decided to go gentle on the poor thing. With a free hand doing nothing, he had it stroke the side of Feliks' cheekbone as he swooped back up to the boy's lips, bruising them like hell. The othe rhand was still busy fondling the slowly stiffening sex of the Polish student.
"Is that does? How about this? Does this feel right?" those were just some of the questions Francis whispered against those abused lips, feeling a bit worried that the student must be uncomfortable.
Slowly, Francis withdrew, both lips and hands and stared down at the blonde boy, his breaths coming in small light pants. " Feliks..." he breathed softly, his eyes aglazed with lust. He found himself lifting that skirt and kneeling infront of the boy then slowly, he ran a wet tongue over the silk covered member, probably eliciting a moan from the younger student.
After a few licks, Francis was not yet satified on how hard the young boy was. Scowling a bit, he then begun suck the sinful organ without delay, the pressure in his mouth increasing as the seconds flew by.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 24, 2010 15:48:54 GMT -5
Feliks' mind was fogged over with lust and confusion, his body unable to match his resisting mind. He wondered vaguely if this was just a dream, then thought fleetingly that, if it was.... it wasn't too bad.
The kiss was passionate and rough, and as soon as the daze had lifted slightly, the blonde found himself trying to match the Frenchman's ministrations with kisses of his own.
His name on the taller blonde's lips caused his sex to twitch to life. When the man shifted, Feliks had about enough time to think 'Oh, no... what is he going to--' before the man's tongue dragged along the length of his shaft, illiciting a low, shuddering moan from his lips.
When the entire warm mouth took him in, he had to bite his lip to keep from making too many loud noises.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 25, 2010 5:12:37 GMT -5
Humming around the flushed piece of flesh some random song in French, Francis could feel his own needs, the one being held down by his own clothing, screaming to be set free. When satistied on how wet the intricate article of clothing was, the blonde French finally took away his mouth from Feliks' shaft, a strand of saliva serving the only connection between him and the area where his mouth once was.
Hooking a finger over the garter of that last piece of barrier, Francis finally pulled it down, setting free the organ that hid behind it. Raising a brow in amusement, he ran a finger from the sensitized top down, down to the base, his nail lightlly scraping over the skin, tantalizing the sensitive nerves of the organ.
He stared at his writhing student before his hands had made this way to his own trousers. After this he will seriously make the Polish student FORGET everything, he thought as he brought the zipper down and slipped out his pride.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 25, 2010 5:39:31 GMT -5
Feliks' eyes were half-lidded with lust, his own stubborn pride forgotten as soon as the promise of pleasure was given him. His entire body was covered in a thin veil of sweat-covered goose-bumps, his chest heaving as he released a frustrated whine from his red lips.
The pleasure was stoking the burning fire within him, and the lack of contact that he now had with the older man was both relieving and irritating.
He did not want to act whorishly, but now that the man had started, there was no way that he would let him stop.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 26, 2010 8:16:02 GMT -5
Slithering back to the writhing student on his desk, he ground his stiff sex needliy over Feliks', wanting to let him know that he was equally aroused as well. Rationality was harshly tossed aside and lust took firm hold of the Frenchman's very body. Leaning over to the Polish bo, he placed two of his fingers into his mouth and uttered a single command.
"Suck..."
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 26, 2010 17:35:39 GMT -5
Feliks immediately obeyed, running his warm tongue over the slender fingers in-between his lips. He fully coated the skin, pushing up against his teacher whorishly-- as he'd never had sex, everything was too much for him, it felt sooo good....
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 10, 2010 18:07:31 GMT -5
As he felt the younger suck his fingers, he hooked his finger about to scratch Feliks' tongue teasingly while he nibbled alongside the vein protruding at the underside of his [Feliks'] cock. Leaving a long light lick at the slit on the tip. He took away his finger to tease the puckered flesh of feliks' entrance. He paused a bit as he stroked the wrinkled muscle, asking, "are you sure~?"
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