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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 2, 2010 15:33:12 GMT -5
"Hn...exactly. Most awesome, an' all that." He didn't sound as if he was even thinking about what he said any more, he was so caught up in other things, like the way this felt and Ymant's hands across oh-so-sensitive skin that tingled and sparked as if electrified. Breathing heavily despite his attempts to disguise it, he leaned in close to the boy as they pressed up against each other, moaned softly in his ear before biting down on his own lip. This...this had to go as fast as he could possibly make it go, so why not help Ymant along? The albino's lips parted, tongue darting forward to trace the outer shell of the Slytherin's ear, licking gently at the lobe and then moving down his jawline. It might seem as if he was returning the feelings Ymant felt so strongly, but really Gilbert was just trying to get this over and done with, so he could run off and try and find someone to ask for advice. Because honestly, he wasn't sure what to do, or how he was going to react after he came out of this lust-induced stupor and fully realised what he'd let happen.
The groan sent shivers down his spine, and Gilbert dragged his nails across his skin again, moving them from his two-tone hair to the youth's cheeks. Red lines, he drew out across light skin, moving them down his neck and chest before following the patterns, mapping them with his tongue until he reached his collar bones. "...You can see my eyes, even if I'm not looking right at you," he murmured against that delicious skin, frowning some as he pulled back and felt the other moving against him. Yeah, he'd really never done this before, had he? It was somewhat easy to tell for someone like the albino. Noting that he was moving just a little differently to how he should be, rubbing against the wrong areas, the Professor hummed lightly under his breath and shifted into a position that'd work immensely well for them both. So when they ground together this time, it drew a sharp, shuddering gasp from Gilbert's chest, light lashes fluttering shut over eyes darkened with carnal urges.
His back arched unconsciously when those hands slipped down over the curve of his rear, another guttural sound emitted from the depths of his throat. "Mmh..."
Oh god, kids shouldn't know those sorts of things, they really shouldn't. Except Ymant was kind of...barely a kid any more, but still! The albino whined at the biting and sucking, each moment those lips touched his skin or breathed warm air across it causing him to shiver and sink deeper into lust, and bucked his hips forward some, tilting his head back and moaning out loud. He allowed the male to tug down his underwear, too far gone now to care, hips rolling against his - he decided not to bother fully removing the panties, as there was no real need. "Then...take me," he whispered, almost unable to believe he was saying that, but then remembering he wanted this to end as soon as possible, and remembering why. "Take me now..."
((ooc: ugh sorry this sucks I can't think and I had to rush because I was getting kicked off the PC ;^)[/sub]
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 3, 2010 4:54:32 GMT -5
(ooc: fffft I loved your post as always <3 mine is gonna be kinda fail because I can't think very well, terrible headache orz ;; )
Ymant noticed the professor's lack of connection, almost as if he was just repeating things he always said. That was fine with him, he was about as drunken on lust as Gilbert was. The feeling of the wet muscle on his ear made him shiver in delight, it was such a foreign yet amazing sensation. In the niave part of his mind still, he believed that no only was this his first time, but the other man's as well. That would explain why he seemed to one moment have such experience, out of luck, and the next be dragging his nails down. He hissed slightly from the pain, although with the pleasure he was still feeling he wasn't really registering it as a bad thing.
While the former Slytherin went about lavishing his skin with flicks of his tongue, he let out a moan. It helped ease the slight sting of the reddened marks, and he tilted his head down to kiss his light, silvery hair. "But when you look at me... It just drives me wil--" Without even enough time to finish his sentence, the albino had shifted in his lap. He gasped nearly at the same time, unable to believe how much a tiny change in position had made everything feel so amplified. The student's blood was running hot through his veins, enjoying the sounds he was eliciting from the body on his lap.
As soon as Gilbert tilted his head back, Ymant leaned in and pressed his lips against his throat. He added to the small collection of red marks against his professor's neck, grazing his white teeth down against his skin. Through the skin, he could feel the man's heart pulse, and gave a slight groan as the albino kept pushing harder against his skin. Glancing up, he watched as the words slipped past the beautifully parted pink-tinged lips, slick still from when he'd bit his lips. The Prussian's words were to be his command, after all. Shifting his legs out infront of him, he removed his hands from his back end to undo the button on his jeans, the zipper following after, eerily loud in the room that besides their own sounds and the crackling of the fire was silent.
Shuffling them and his boxers underneath down to his knees with difficulty, he returned his hands back to where they were. "Whatever you want... I'd give you the world itself if I could." He grunted lightly between the kisses he was still ravishing on his neck. Ymant pulled him even closer, until he could feel the other hard arousal against his own. It made him moan, loud and low, sinking down against the chair and pulling Gilbert harder against him. "Ah... It... ...It might hurt a bit..." Granted, he wasn't that knowledgeable about sex but... It had to, right? Letting his teeth brace down against the pale, moon-lit neck once more, he attempted to distract him with this as one of his hands slunk lower, fingers barely ghosting against his skin until they dipped low enough.
Slowly, he pushed a finger past the Prussian's tight ring of muscles, inside him where it was warmer than it had even felt being down by the fire. Letting another finger in as well, he pushed them both as far as he could, trying to do so somewhat quickly, but not enough that the other would be uncomfortable. Leaning his head up, he placed a kiss on the edge of his lips, giving a slight grin as he continued to explore this unknown territory. "How does it feel?" He questioned curiously.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 3, 2010 15:47:15 GMT -5
Uttering another soft sound, this one caught between a moan and a gasp, Gilbert repeated the motion of grinding against the intense heat below him, each sensation intensified by the lack of material clinging to his form. In the dim light of the room their bodies crashed together, sea waves upon cliff rocks, the albino's hips rolling with the swell and his heavy breathing a human mimicry of stormy skies. It was like being sucked into a maelstrom, drowning slowly in thick water foaming with confusion and insecurities, and Gilbert would've choked had the ocean not consisted entirely of lust.
He breathed in deep, scarlet eyes quickly darkening to a deep, bloody red before he leaned in again for another long kiss. Those moans were delicious to hear at this point in time, and the albino hummed softly against Ymant's lips before pulling back, biting at his lower one before releasing him completely. "I'll look away...if I want," he whispered, repeating the motion that'd had the Slytherin practically writhing in pleasure before. A low gasp left him at the biting, the Professor's entire body shuttering when teeth ran across his skin; god, he was getting far too aroused now, they had to move on...
"Mmn..." Dragging his nails in a languid, gentle manner down Ymant's skin again, the elder watched almost curiously as the boy beneath him quickly removed the rest of his clothing, lifting his hips some so as to allow him space to tug the garments down and out of the way. God, he couldn't believe he was doing this, honestly. With Ymant's breath upon his warm cheeks the albino wrapped his arms about the boy's neck, hissing softly as the first finger pushed against him. "Y-Ymant. At least...lubricate them first," he ground out, wincing at the sting and burn of dry digits working their way into his body. "Nh.. it'd feel better if you'd licked them or something.."
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 3, 2010 18:52:49 GMT -5
Mein Gott, Ymant kept repeating like a chant in his mind. The Prussian tasted absolutely indescribable, a delicacy for only the finest pallets. To think he was here now, probably the only thing on the older man's mind... Just tonight, right now at least, he could forget they were in an entire castle filled with people. Right now, there was only him and Gilbert in his world. Outside the bedroom, the rest of the planet ceased to exist. "Mmnn.. But I love your eyes..." Ymant protested against the whisper, a sharp, shuddering breath leaving him as his body was pushed back against. It felt like his lungs were being stabbed every time he breathed, his entire body being crushed and encapsulated with pleasure.
He had never put much thought to how the nails of the pale professor could sting, but he was sure feeling it now. For some reason, he was reminded of a feral cat that hadn't gotten used to the affection of people yet, claws out and ready to strike whenever the slightest move was made. Although the same could be said for him, considering how fond he was of leaving scarlet-colored bite marks across the beautiful expanse of skin. "O-oh... Es tut mir leid... I'll... ...I'll remember next time." His mind was too clouded to think properly. Not to mention his lack of knowledge on such things. After placing a kiss on Gilbert's lips, he pulled his fingers back out.
With an apologetic smile, the teen leaned his head down to wet the tips of his fingers with saliva. He nuzzled lightly against the professor's shoulder, trailing his palm back down against his side, curving around to his back and lower Trying again, he gripped tightly on to the albino's rear as his other hand dipped back down, slick fingers stroking at him gently before pushing them in. Quickening the pace this time, Ymant pushed them all the way in. He pulled them back almost the entire way out, spacing them out a bit before sliding them back in. Breathing heavily against the slim shoulder, he closed his eyes, trying to prepare him with a gentle scissor-like motion.
With a slight hum, he pulled his other hand back to the professor's front. Gentling cupping his hand around the base of his arousal, he pulled it up slowly and teasingly, fingertips rubbing against the underside. Kissing a scar on shoulder infront of him again, the Livonian used his thumb to gently brush against his tip. "...Tell me when you feel ready... Ja?..." He trailed off, pulling his left hand back down as his fingers kept working the older man open in the back.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 3, 2010 20:10:31 GMT -5
Sadly, not that Ymant would know this -- and that was probably a good thing for the both of them -- any thoughts currently passing through the Prussian's mind aside from lust-induced images and desires were of what the hell he was going to do to sort this situation out afterwards, or how to explain it to someone like Arthur -- God forbid he should find out -- and not get fired and locked up in Azkaban for the rest of his days. But...Arthur surely wouldn't do that, would he?
...He didn't want to risk testing that, though.
"You can see them, even if I'm not looking at you," Gilbert repeated softly, reaching with one hand so as to brush against the boy's sweaty cheek, before swiftly tightening his grip as the other pulled his fingers out with no warning, and scratched a few deep lines of red into the light surface. "M-Mm...s-sorry." He didn't want to even think about 'next time' right now, and honestly would rather something like that didn't happen either, so he kept quiet on the subject, leaning down so as to run his own tongue across the Slytherin's digits. Taking them into his mouth and bobbing his head a few times until they were sufficiently lubricated and would cause much less pain, Gilbert pulled back, licking his lips.
With each thrust of those fingers into him the albino's body twitched and clenched, shrill, shaky gasps tearing free of his chest and throaty moans filling the warm air of the bedroom. And when Ymant began stroking his arousal, the elder was bucking rather uncontrollably against him within seconds, head snapping back. The pleasure...there was so much of it, he wasn't sure how long he could hold on... "Nnh...r-ready," he managed to utter betwixt gratuitous cries of ecstasy, hips grinding down onto the blond-brunette's form, rubbing up against his own length.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 3, 2010 20:57:26 GMT -5
"Mmn.. Ja." It was a bit too late for arguing, the Livonian figured. There was no way in his current state that he could describe how it sent jolts down his spine when those deep scarlet eyes would look directly in his own. It was as if the fiery gaze could melt his very soul if he looked at him long enough. The clawing of his cheek quickly brought him out of his daydreaming, giving a sharp hiss of pain. Ymant winced as he looked at Gilbert, biting down on his bottom lip to help aide the pain to go away. His lust inebriated mind was quickly associating the feeling with pleasure though, and he nodded as the other apologized.
His cheeks flushed a darker red as the professor helped aide to wet his fingers, the sensual act making him forget about the rather visible scratches on his face. Who would particularly care that they couldn't quite tame someone like Gilbert, as long as he did something like that?
When Gilbert finally proclaimed he was ready, it couldn't be any more right on time. "Ah... O-okay..." Soft grunts escaping his lips from the pressure of the lithe form grinding against him, he hesitated slightly in removing his fingers and hand to place them both firmly beneath the Prussian. Pulling the teacher close to his torso, he lifted the other man up, sliding his hips down just enough for what he intended. Cradling Gilbert against his chest still, he slowly started to let the other down. Feeling the albino's entrance just above his arousal, he slowly pushed his hips up, letting him down at the same time until he could feel himself breach inside.
The feeling was simply wonderful, it pulled his stomach into knots. Gilbert felt so tight and hot around him, and he slowly let him down until the lustful man was entirely penetrated on his length. The entire way he had been letting out moans, but now the feeling made him lean his head back in surprise, mouth open as he let out a guttural groan, eyes screwed shut tightly. "G-Gott! Gilbert..." Ymant was surprised he could form a coherent word still, his limbs trembling from all the pleasure.
Letting the pale man rest on his lap, he returned one hand around to his front, the other wrapping around his waist tightly. His hand began to take care of Gilbert's erection again, with less tact this time, just lust-driven touches and strokes. Taking a gulp of air, he closed his mouth, shivering slightly.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 4, 2010 15:52:07 GMT -5
Betwixt the press of their bodies and the feeling of fingers on and inside his skin, the albino realised he was quickly losing it, coming close to the edge already even though nothing much had happened. He whimpered, scratching at Ymant, barely even thinking any more and completely lost to the pleasure. He wanted it, he wanted filled and pounded into the mattress -- except they weren't on the bed but whatever -- and sent toppling over the edge of desire to completion. "Nnh...m-more," the male gasped against the Slytherin's sweaty skin, the look in those dark eyes clearly portraying how delirious and drunk on carnal lust he was.
Continuing to scratch as he was slowly impaled on the boy's length, the Professor tilted his head back, a long, shuttering moan escaping dry lips at the sheer sensations coursing through his body. It felt like electricity, like fire, like pain and pleasure and everything all at once, and the albino immediately tightened around Ymant's heat once he'd taken it in entirely, grinding his hips and clutching at his shoulders. He resisted the urge to grasp his own arousal, for he knew he'd probably orgasm within seconds if he did that - he wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible but...the pleasure... it was so good, Gilbert wanted to indulge in it a bit before finishing. It'd been a while, after all.
"Mmn..!" He twitched and clenched his body, torso bending forward suddenly so that their faces were close, shaky hands pushing at Ymant's, trying to get him to let go of his length. "D-Don't, I-I-I'll--ahn--it'll end too f-f-fast.." he moaned, wrapping his arms about the other's neck and pressing their bodies so tightly together that he wouldn't be able to touch him there. But he did move his hips, lifting them slightly and then rolling them back downwards, finding a slow enough rhythm that'd keep him from coming, but still satisfy them both for now.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 4, 2010 17:42:05 GMT -5
He wasn't nearly as sensitive to the touch as Gilbert was, really. But for the newly non-virgin, it was the first time he ever experienced sensations that were this pleasurable. His muscles twitched as the nails of those long, slender fingers kept digging against his skin. The hot body pressed against his own, encapsulating around him... When the Prussian asked for more, his let out a low groan, nodding his head in agreement. If the other was asking it, he'd do anything to give it his all.
When the other tightened around him, he let out another gasp. A long moan released from his throat, holding the other man closer to him. Tilting his head back down, he noticed how close the other was before he even opened his eyes again. "S-sorry..." At the command of his stuttering voice, Ymant obeyed, sliding his hand away from the erection he had gripped in his hand. Instead, he grabbed both of the albino's hips, both pushing his hips up to thrust and meet Gilbert's rhythm as he pulled and slammed the older man down on himself.
The teenager tilted his head, leaning down against his shoulder. His length was so hot he could nearly combust, squeezed tightly each ministration by the Prussian. Sinking his teeth back down into Gilbert's shoulder, his body tensed up, toes curling as he tried to keep himself from losing it. He couldn't come this quickly, that would be just too embarrassing, he'd never live it down, but God was he close. Letting out a muffled groan, he bit into his shoulder, pulling away as soon as he tasted a faint trace of metal in his mouth. Looking down at the small bead of blood on the man's shoulder, Ymant tried not to panic about it, tilting his head instead to push a kiss harshly against his beloved's lips, staring at his darkened eyes.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 4, 2010 18:49:09 GMT -5
"Hhh--ah!" Gasping breathlessly, twisting in delicious ecstasy, the Prussian lifted his hips, angled them in a slightly different way, and found the other sinking further into him with each thrust, burying deep inside and brushing against all the spots he wanted to be touched. A moan escaped him, long and loud, and Gilbert likely would've fallen backwards and onto the floor had he not been holding on to Ymant so tightly. "'S-S...good.." he managed, finding it rather hard to speak or even breathe properly any more, light lashes sliding shut over eyes severely darkened with lust.
They moved in unison, the lithe albino matching the other's rhythm, bucking against him, driving him on with his sounds of pleasure and his body so tight and hot and wonderful. He knew what he was doing, even when his brain was barely thinking, and it showed in each and every movement; from the way his nails scraped at Ymant's skin to the flashes of white teeth grazing along his ear lobe and jaw line. Each thrust of his hips, every shuttering gasp that left his lungs, all of it fell into a rhythm with the Slytherin's movements. Oh god, oh god, this was bad. He was close, too close, even though Ymant and ceased helping him along the way - the friction that came with their bodies rubbing together, and rubbing his length at the same time, was too much and Gilbert could feel himself beginning to teeter at the edge.
"Nnh..nh..n-not...yet.." he ground out, trying to force his body to comply to the order.
And then he felt Ymant bite into his shoulder, and knew that it was all over.
Eyes flew open the second the other tasted blood, the Professor's head snapping back away from that kiss as he found himself coming quite suddenly, thrusting and bucking wildly as his back arched and a cry of sheer pleasure left his chest. "Nnh..!" He kept up his movements, allowing the other to stay deep within him as he rode out his own orgasm, body twitching and tightening almost painfully around the blond-brunette's length.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 4, 2010 19:24:52 GMT -5
It was amazing the way that Gilbert would just barely speak amidst his moaning, his face so beautifully twisted in bliss and pleasure. The way he would stutter, his lips trembling, only forced Ymant to thrust and pull the head of his house harder down on his lap. Ymant could feel the hard erection rubbing against his stomach, and the teenager caved his nails in sharply against his slender hips, pulling him as near as he could to close the small gap between them.
For all the talk of how awesome and amazing he was, inside of him felt even more wonderful than he ever could have boasted. Sweat was coursing down his slick skin, and he looked on at surprise as the other pulled his head away, gasping as he could feel the other man's fluid trapping itself between their torsos. As Gilbert stayed down buried ontop of him, he bit down on his own bottom lip, closing his eyes so tightly he swore he could see stars.
"A-Ah! G-Gil--"
Unable to even say his entire name before he unloaded inside of him, he gasped and shuddered. Letting out a few more loud cries as he came, he wrapped both pale arms around the even paler waist, resting his head back down against the chair as he held the Prussian tightly. When he finished within the twitching and tight body, the now no longer virgin was able to relax, his body unwinding from the tense pressure he had been stuck in before.
Trailing one hand up the older man's back, he grabbed the back of his head, lacing his fingers into his slightly damp white hair. He tilted Gilbert's head back up, his other hand resting against the small of his back, staying inside of him still for the mean time. Letting out a breathless moan, he leaned in, smiling with tired eyes as he planted a brief kiss on his lips.
"Ich liebe dich, Gilbert... Für immer."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 4, 2010 19:59:23 GMT -5
"A-Ahn..." He hadn't expected Ymant to stay in him while he orgasmed, but that lust-driven mind actually enjoyed it, and caused Gilbert to release another throaty groan of pleasure, pale thighs quivering as he felt that wet heat throbbing deep within him, stretching his body in the most satisfying of ways and continuing to press against all of those good spots as he came. "Mm.." He fell backwards at first, limbs going limb and eyes falling closed, before the Slytherin's arms around his waist stopped that movement, and he collapsed against his chest instead. A sigh breathed warm air across Ymant's sweaty skin, the albino blinking wearily at the material of the chair in front of him while his body continued to twitch and tremble in the boy's grasp.
Not really knowing what to say in response to the breathless declaration of eternal love, the Professor simply kept quiet, fluttering in and out of unconsciousness and feeling his body slowly beginning to cool down. With the evaporating of heat from his form, the lust left too, slowly at first as if coming out of a drunken stupor. He murmured something against the other's shoulder, eyes on the chair and arms still wrapped about his neck.
Eventually, he spoke up, softly. His voice cracked a bit and the albino coughed. "...W-Well. Happy now?" He'd meant it to sound a lot more irritated, but it came out somewhat like a content lover posing a subtle question on their performance, and he frowned a bit upon hearing it. Unwinding his arms and placing one hand against the back of the chair, Gilbert struggled up into a sitting position, and then tried to move off of the furniture to find something to clean himself up with, shoulder Ymant actually let him go.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 4, 2010 20:19:51 GMT -5
Ymant was slightly panicked as he noticed the other man starting to fall backwards. Thankfully he had gathered him in his arms soon enough to stop it, and his slate colored eyes looked down and explored the former Slytherin's slowly returning to normal face. He looked so adorable, so almost helpless still... Brushing his lips down against the top of his forehead, leaving a kiss on the silvery hair, Ymant continued to nuzzle the side of his head with a content smile gracing his lips.
"...What?" He muttered back softly, only barely hearing the voice as he shoulder was spoken back into. The Professor jarred the beads of his rosary as he spoke, and the Livonian felt his heart sink a bit as he realized he still even had those sacred beads around his neck. With the coughing that was expelled from the Prussian, he gently rubbed his back in soothing circles, thinking over the question. Was he happy? Undoubtedly in a physical sense, at least.
"Ja. I'm always happy to be near your side." Not catching what meaning the teacher had meant the question to actually have, he replied . "You're beautiful... Amazing... Indescribable... I... ...I didn't know you would feel that good." Ymant gently placed both arms on his sides, helping him get back up into the position he wanted. Slowly, he shuffled off the chair, still using his hands to help guide the Prussian up, figuring the other still felt a bit weak from their experience.
His heart was just now finally back at a regular beating, his breathing lazy and slow with his tired state. "Are you going to bed or something? Is there anything I could help you with?" When they were both on their feet, he quickly pressed a kiss against the man's lips.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 10:57:06 GMT -5
"Nothing..." That was true, he hadn't actually said anything all that intelligible - just a few hollow mumbles of insignificance and question. Gilbert sighed softly, feeling his lust-induced euphoria beginning to fade a little. Scarlet eyes blinked slowly open again as he got to his feet, was held up by the other, felt warm, sweaty skin against his. He frowned slightly. Had he really...had they really...? He looked up, noting how both he and Ymant were completely naked.
Oh god.
He'd not imagined it, it'd really happened. He'd really just had sex with a student. Gilbert bit his lip, realised it was bruised and puffy from one-too-many fierce kisses, and drew in a shaky breath, mouth working to speak but somehow failing to utter any words and ending up looking rather comical. "Oh god," he whispered, raising a hand to touch his mouth as another kiss was pressed to it, barely hearing any of the Slytherin's words. "I-I...uh." Quickly, the Professor cast his eyes about in search of something to cover himself up, finding his sweater still lying on the floor nearby and moving to pick it up.
"I...I'm fine, it's all right," he murmured as he pulled the garment on over his head, ignoring the way it stuck to his body for the time being - he'd have to have a shower before sleeping, probably. "You...you should go. Back to your dorm.. before someone realises you've been out this long. You're not exempt from the rules just because you're a 7th Year..." He headed in the direction of the door, then paused, turning back around and plucking his owlet from the floor. It cooed softly, glad to be back on his shoulder and against his warmth, and the Prussian gave it a small smile and tickle under the beak as he moved into the office. "Clothes...p-put your clothes on," he called, rifling through his desk in search of a pass and, upon finding one, scribbling some stupid excuse on it in shaky writing.
"C'mon," urged Gilbert as he re-entered the room, pacing back and forth in front of the fire and generally appearing rather agitated. Really, he wanted to get Ymant out or away as soon as possible -- as cruel as that sounded -- so he could curl up in a ball and scold himself for being so damn stupid, while wondering what the hell to do next.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 5, 2010 11:18:32 GMT -5
"....Mmn. If you say so, liebe." The frown on the Prussian's face confused him slightly. He had just been moaning and writing in ecstasy not too long ago, shouldn't he be smiling that wonderful smile still...? It wasn't as if he had been that bad... Right? Perhaps the other was just uncomfortably warm again. It was always possible, considering how close their bodies were pressed together still. Now Gilbert was looking so terribly... It was an emotion that Ymant couldn't even decipher crossing the other man's face.
"...Don't take his name in vain, alright?" He softly scolded the professor, figuring that was what he intended to do. He looked down at the hand, kissing the slender fingertips softly with a smile. Even though he was now judging his own performance, figuring he could have pushed harder, could have lasted longer... The knowledge he outlasted Gilbert wasn't even comfort enough in his mind. Idly he watched as the other went to grab his sweater, and followed after him like a loyal puppy. The panties still hung down around his legs, and it brought a slightly perverted smile to his lips. Yanking his own boxers and pants back up, the Livonian quickly followed after and stepped behind Gilbert as he rifled through the desk. He tugged the older man's undergarments back up until they were snug against his hips again, pressing a kiss against the back of his neck.
But just like that the other had pulled away again, and he gave a soft sigh. Not even particularly wishing to take the pass, he did anyways, shoving it in his pants pocket and looking around for his shirt and robe. Grabbing them off the floor, he hung it on his arm, the other reaching out to grab the professor's forearm.
"...But Gilbert... ...I could always stay here if you like, no one... Has to notice." Ymant offered softly. Bowing his head slightly, the blue eyes turned downcast as he frowned. "...And... I want to know when I can see you again. Not in class, I mean... Not even intimately. Just... socially." Slowly he pulled his shirt on, first the left sleeve and then the other.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 12:32:14 GMT -5
It wasn't to say Gilbert hadn't enjoyed himself -- he had, shamefully enough -- but the albino was currently distracted by the thoughts that came after cooling down and returning to a more normal mindset. The ones that sort of screamed in his head oh god what did I just do he's a student I'm a teacher I'm going to get killed this is so wrong and made it hard to think about much else. So he didn't really notice what Ymant said, or his movements, or his expression and mood, pacing about and trying to silently will the other to hurry up and dress himself.
He rubbed at his neck as it was kissed, face flushing pink with heat and-- oh, he'd forgotten to pull his underwear back up. No point in worrying about that now that the Slytherin had seen fit to help him. The Professor sighed, folding his arms across his chest once Ymant had taken the card from him, and continued to pace back and forth until being grabbed at. Pausing, scarlet eyes -- which had, since standing, returning to their regular colouration -- flicked across the boy's form, his features, took in his frown and eyes turned down.
"...People will notice when they wake up in the morning and you're not in bed, and we're both covered in strange marks," he murmured, reaching to ruffle his blond-brunette mess before running a finger across the deep scratches he'd clawed onto his face. Jeez, and after he'd tried to restrain himself, he'd done that...huh. "I-I just.. I don't know. I-I can't really think at the moment. So just...tonight, go back.." Gilbert turned away then, withdrawing his hand.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 5, 2010 13:08:48 GMT -5
It brought the smile right back to his face as the professor ruffles his hair. Looking back at him, gently relaxed against the touch. Luckily, he had come to think for quite some time as the older man being just that, a regular person. The stigma and taboo of his position of authority didn't come up once in Ymant's mind--not unless that is it served a purpose in a certain fantasy or two. But even though his words now were exactly the opposite of what he wanted to hear, he continued to stare like a lovesick puppy.
"...I don't know what I'll say if someone asks about them, actually." He flinched lightly as one of the very same fingers that had caused it now caressed it briefly before letting go. If it was for Gilbert, he could put up with a million more. "...I can come back some other time though, ja? I mean... If people believe I'm only with you to study my exams..." Everything was made up in his mind. Straight out lying would be wrong, but if people only just assumed on their own free will...
He was about to button up his shirt, starting at the bottom, when his palm brushed against a sticky fluid. Ymant looked down, realizing some of the remnants of the professor's orgasm had remained on him. Lifting his palm to his lips, the teenager's tongue dashed out to gently lap it up, furrowing his brow at the salty and unique taste. His cheeks emblazoning red, he bowed his head again, buttoning up his shirt rather quickly before he fixed up his tie.
Under his shirt he could feel the bumps of the rosary beads, and he sighed before affixing his tie once more. "...God appreciates any love as long as it's true. But I think tonight, we should say an extra prayer..." Or ten, he thought, forcing the smile to stay on his face. Taking another step towards Gilbert as he shrugged on his robe again, after fixing the sleeves, he posed one more question.
"...Can we kiss good night, at least?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 14:07:27 GMT -5
"Could always blame it on an owl," Gilbert chuckled softly, although he sounded more worried than amused, and after a moment lapsed into another tense silence. "I...I said I don't know, just.. let me think a bit, all right? Although...you do have to study for your exams." Now the thought of private tutoring didn't sound so fun to the albino, and he frowned. Glancing back over his shoulder, he decided to turn around just in time to see that flash of tongue against the other's palm, and realised that he was licking up and tasting his...
"Y-you shouldn't do that, it tastes weird." He frowned, turned his head away and sighed. Ohhh, what to do, what to do...actually, no, he had a few ideas of what to do, but he wasn't quite sure which order to do them in. Scream first, then cry, then curl in a ball and then try and find someone to give a bit of advice, or... ah. Dilemmas.
An extra prayer indeed. Gilbert was quite sure he and Ymant would be praying for different things tonight, but he nodded all the same, head spinning with questions and insecurities and why wouldn't Ymant just go back to his dorm already so he could think. Agh. The albino paused at the query, frowned a little more, and then with a silent sigh leaned to press their lips together, just briefly, before pulling back.
"'Kay. Now, back to your dorm. We'll discuss...t-tutoring and stuff like that another time, ja?"
Wandering out into his office and over to the door, the Professor turned, holding it open for the boy. He did feel a bit bad throwing him out so suddenly like this, and for being so cold, but...he had his own problems right now that needed sorting out first.
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 6, 2010 6:59:46 GMT -5
Ymant shook his head. "...That would be lying." If someone asked, he'd just pass it off on not wanting to tell or something. An icy stare should be able to intimidate people into forgetting they even asked a question, right? Ymant was never intimidating on purpose, maybe one of twice to Raivis, but that was it... "I'll study the hardest I can. I want to make you proud, meine Liebe."
With a quick glance down to his palm, he gave a slight shrug. It hadn't even tasted particularly disgusting, not that it was something he particularly liked either. "...Weird? How would you know what it tastes like?" It only brought another embarrassing flush to his face, to think of the professor tasting it as it threatened to almost drip off his fingertips...
Well, even muggles said teenagers thought about sex every few seconds, it didn't change just because they were affluent in magic. The sigh before Gilbert kissed him, barely brushing their lips together, all brought a slightly confusing look to his face. He'd been expecting something just a bit more intimate...
He wandered into the colder office with the professor, staring down the dark hallway as he opened the door. With a slight sigh himself, his for the fact their time together was about to be at an end, he walked over to the doorway. Sliding his arm out around his waist, gently holding his side, he leaned in to give a chaste kiss to the other.
"...I'll see you in class tomorrow, ja?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 7, 2010 13:33:33 GMT -5
"Better to lie than have someone questioning?" the albino suggested, raising a brow before shaking his head slightly. It didn't really matter to him whether or not Ymant lied about it, so long as none of the other students or teachers found out about it. Ever. He'd tell one person, just one. Though as of yet he'd not decided who to talk to about the situation. Flinching visibly at the words 'meine Liebe', Gilbert nodded his head slightly a few times more than essentially needed, before blanching at the question.
"...Who hasn't tasted their own cum before?" He said, brushing it off just like that with a shrug of the shoulders and a tilt of the hips. Of course he'd tried it, in the years he'd been...indulging in such things. It appeared to be something most boys did, although the majority often lied about it so as to avoid embarrassment. Besides, he'd been curious about what something that'd originated in his awesome body tasted like.
He subtly ignored that confused expression, knowing that the boy had likely wanted more than that, but refusing to give it this time. He was still far too sensitive after their heated session on the chair to touch anyone too much - even the tug and stroke of his sweater across his skin was pleasurable, and it wouldn't do to get aroused again with the Slytherin still in his presence. Once had been enough for Gilbert, tonight, and he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to allow the boy a second time like that.
So he just smiled softly, silently made an excuse to pull out of that embrace -- although part of him kind of wanted to stay there, as he enjoyed hugs and cuddling and affection -- by moving to tug at the curtains enveloping the window, and nodded once more. "Ja. Gute nacht, Ymant."
((ooc: hnnngh late and slow and horrible reply))
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 8, 2010 11:24:05 GMT -5
(It's not terrible ;A; I'm just glad there is one fdhbfn was worried about you :<)
"...They won't question either." Ymant murmured softly. He'd at least keep his integrity in tact over one thing, his hand pulling the rosary out of his shirt. Idly he started to rub his fingers over the beads, a small frown on his face as he thought. The response to his question brought a whole new dark flush to his face.
"...Well I... Umn." Even though he had just had sex with Gilbert, he wasn't exactly easy on revealing such intimate details. Despite the other man's brief fantasies of his hands roaming over himself, the truth was he'd never done such a thing. There were the few scant times he'd wake up, a dream having prompted the fluid that was around his bottom half, but... "...No. It's... ...Touching yourself is a sin. So..." With a quiet voice and biting down on his bottom lip, he rubbed nervously at his neck, wondering how the other could be so nonchalant.
Reluctantly he allowed the professor to pull out of the hug, his own lips returning to a smile as he noticed one on Gilbert's. His hand reached down to grasp at the silver cross hanging from the beads, brushing his thumb over it again and again. Part of him realized once he'd reach the common room again, he'd probably be starting on his own nervous breakdown.
"...Nä. Jõvā īe." He repeated in his own native language, his other pale hand reaching to grab the door handle as he looked back at Gilbert. With a softness in his voice, he fondly murmured.
"Ich liebe dich..."
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