"What... time... do you ... mmmph... have to go?"
Lucius's breathless words slipped in between feverish kisses, as James pinned him against the wall of the empty Prefect's common room, and held him steady as they kissed, their hands tearing at robes and the shirts underneath.
"Do you care?" James hissed back, his teeth marking Lucius's neck exposed deliciously before him.
"No." Lucius moaned, and arched his body forward, pressing himself against James.
"Then quit talking and put your mouth to better use." James bit the smooth curve of Lucius's bare shoulder, pushing the robes off his shoulders, virtually ripping his shirt open with the force of his effort. Lucius leaned back against the wall submissively, allowing James to undress him, the two of them never once breaking contact.
Lucius smiled, and his hands moved up to hold James's face in a surprisingly tender manner and kissed him thoroughly, prising James's lips apart with his tongue, kissing him with alternately hard and soft strokes. He slipped his hands around James's shoulders, drawing him even closer, deepening their kiss; his fingers pushed away the last shred of remaining clothing, and started to trail teasingly up and down James's bare back, making the other boy shudder and slam him harder against the wall and press their lips together almost bruisingly.
James ran his hands over Lucius's body, insistence and yearning evident in his touch as he held Lucius against the wall and savoured his kiss and his scent and the taste of his body on his tongue.
Lucius was his all his only his forever his.
"James..." Lucius whispered, breaking away so he could run his lips along James's jaw before moving to kiss James's ear, his teeth testing his earlobe.
James shivered, the velvet feel of the way Lucius said his name making him even more aroused, and his hands raked down Lucius's body, fingernails scraping across his bare skin and leaving a faint red trail to mark their possession. He nuzzled Lucius's neck, letting his tongue flicker out against his throat, licking and biting; Lucius moaned softly, breathlessly, and his body was warm as if with fever, pressed against James, no distance between them.
"Fuck me," Lucius gasped, no authority in his voice, just an earnest plea, begging for release. His breath was quick and shallow, and he writhed as James licked down the curve of his neck, all the way along one shoulder blade. "Fuck me now, James. Please."
"You're asking me, Lucius?" James smiled, restricting his touches and kisses strictly to the upper half of Lucius's body just to drive the other boy crazy. "You want me to?"
"Fuck, yes," Lucius threw his head backwards, helpless against the wall as James ravished him with admirable fervour. "Now."
"No." James was in control, and he knew it. He'd show Lucius that he wasn't the only one who was a tease. "No, I don't think so. Not yet."
"What?" Lucius groaned, involuntarily parting his legs, urging James forward, but the other boy didn't take the bait. "James, please! Do you want... do you want me to beg? Just do it now!"
"No, Lucius." James allowed the name to roll off his tongue seductively. "I will fuck you when I'm ready, and I'm having too much fun right now."
"Please, James!" Lucius's voice was soft, keening, urgent. "Oh, please..."
"What, you're not enjoying this?" James feigned hurt in his voice and drew back slightly.
"No! It's not that," Lucius pulled James back against him, linking his hands around James's neck. "It's just —"
"So you like this?" James continued kissing him with renewed vigour, letting his hands stroke down Lucius's sides, running over his body slowly, purposefully. "Do you?"
"James... please..." Every nerve in his body was on fire and Lucius arched himself forward, rubbing the length of his body against James, needing this, needing more —
"Do you like this?" James persisted, not yielding.
"Yes," Lucius gasped, his eyes closed, his body trembling, his hands tangled in James's untidy dark hair, mussing it up even more. "Of course I do, James. But please..." Lucius's voice faltered, "please, I don't think I can take this much longer..."
James finally relented to Lucius's need, and his own; he manoeuvred Lucius toward the blanket draped on the floor, lowering him down on it. Lucius lay back, pulling James down on top of him as they kissed again, the heat on their lips matching the friction between their bodies as James began to grind slowly against Lucius.
Lucius moaned against James's lips, his mouth opening as James's tongue pushed its way in, kissing him so hard it almost hurt. James held Lucius's wrists down on either side of his body, rendering him incapable of movement, although for his part Lucius showed no sign of wanting to.
"James," Lucius's voice was thick with arousal, and James straddled his waist and stared down almost hungrily at Lucius's body, beautiful in the half-light. He ran his hand over Lucius's chest, his fingers tracing the numerous fingernail scratches and teeth marks that blemished his pale skin.
"I want you so bad, Lucius," James whispered, leaning down to capture Lucius's lips in another fierce kiss; Lucius's naked flesh warmed under his palms, and he slid his hands along the curve of his torso and up again. "Every day I can't think of anything except how much I want to fuck to you."
"Then do it," Lucius's words were a strained command. "Take me now."
James didn't need to be asked twice.
He lifted Lucius's legs and held them apart as he moved in between them. Lucius closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his blond hair falling over his forehead, and James couldn't remember seeing anything quite as beautiful as this, his Lucius, yielding to him, waiting to be taken, wanting it as much as he did. And suddenly he wanted to take Lucius right now, even without any preparation; he didn't think he could hold out for much longer, and from the looks of it, neither could Lucius. But James hesitated, thinking that it might hurt Lucius; and he didn't want that, no matter how badly he wanted him.
Lucius seemed to sense James's apprehension.
"Do it now, James," he urged. "Just take me now."
James closed his eyes, drew a deep breath and pushed himself against Lucius's entrance. He could feel Lucius tense at first, then slowly relax, and he pushed himself in, inch by inch, listening to the sharp sounds of Lucius's breathing and relishing the tightness that gripped him
Lucius gasped as James pushed the rest of the way in, almost roughly, sending a flood of pain and pleasure burning through him. He was tight and the pain was more than the pleasure at first; Lucius tried to relax and he felt James's hands slide over his thighs in an oddly protective way, and he gradually felt the tension within him dissipate.
Lucius bit his lip as James began thrusting; a low keening cry forming deep inside his throat, breaking the surface in short stabs of breath, and he gasped James's name over and over again, James on his lips and inside of him --
James opened his eyes and looked at Lucius as he withdrew and thrust forward again, the cadence of his movement rising, sharper and deeper thrusts each time. Lucius's eyes were closed, his lips parted, the expression on his face that of one caught between ecstasy and anguish: it was the most erotic sight imaginable, and James had to catch himself from stabbing forward with almost brutal force, and he wanted to take Lucius so deeply that he would never forget, never regret.
James finally couldn't hold back anymore -- he let himself go, choking out Lucius's name, hearing a simultaneous cry from the other boy. He didn't pull away, instead leaned down and kissed Lucius, hard, desperately.
Lucius shuddered as James finally withdrew and collapsed on top of him. His arms automatically went around James's back as the other boy lay on him, his lips resting on Lucius's neck, his dark hair brushing against Lucius's cheek. Lucius turned his face into James's hair and whispered something, and then gently turned James's face toward his and kissed him on the lips.
James smiled, and the warmth of his smile diffused between them, and he raised a hand and stroked the stray strands of blond hair out of Lucius's grey eyes, the mere gesture so simply endearing as he whispered, very softly, I love you too.
- fin -