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slipping_away25 September 2010. Blaise's Party
Miles lingers by the entrance a beat longer than is necessary, quietly debating whether he wants to stay at a party where anyone is welcome to the festivities. But then he spots Theo, and he can't help a sliver of a smile as he strolls closer.
"Bored by DADA and Potions already, Theo?"
Theo lounges against the wall and slips his hands into his pocket. "I honestly thought about it." He offers an elegant shrug. "Daphne and Astoria had other intentions."
"Naturally."
Theo laughs, short and easy. "One should never deny a lovely lady. Hence, I came along after all."
Miles sweeps a look over Theo. "As I can well see."
"There's no need for such a nasty look."
Miles lifts one shoulder in a shrug and turns his eyes to the room.
"I'm surprised you've stuck around as long as you have, Miles." Theo looks around the room as well. Nothing interesting is happening, so he looks back down at Miles.
"Blaise requested an imposing presence." Miles glances at Theo, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sharp smile. "It would have been rude of me to deprive him of it this soon."
"Rude?" Theo arches an eyebrow. "That's never stopped you before."
Miles straightens, picking off an imaginary piece of lint from his sleeve. "And it's not stopping me now. Enjoy the party, Theo."
"Oh, please forgive me," Theo says with a small, mocking bow. "I didn't know it was so easy to chase you away."
Miles takes hold of Theo's chin before he straightens and leans close, his cheek brushing against Theo's as he whispers, "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." He releases Theo and brushes past him, dusting off his shoulder when he passes.
"A pity." Theo reaches out as Miles walks past, trailing his fingers over the seam of Miles' jacket. "I'm very amiable when satisfied."
Miles pauses to brush Theo's fingers away and then he turns, lifting a hand and curling it loosely around Theo's jaw. He rubs Theo's bottom lip with his thumb, tracing the patch of skin that he'd bitten a few days ago. "Yes, Theo." Miles offers a hint of a smile as he digs his nails into the side of Theo's neck and pulls him closer to keep the pretense of privacy. "I know."
Theo's breath catches, and he hates the hitch of air, but it's already there, and he's sure Miles is too wily to have missed it. "In public, Miles? You are far more forward than I expected."
"I have a strong impression"--Miles trails the tips of his fingers down Theo's throat, tracing each half-moon indent and the prickle of Theo's skin--"that you don't mind all that much."
"Assumptions can be deceiving, Miles. I'd hate for you to think me predictable."
Miles softly laughs as he draws his hand away. "Never that."
"I believe I hear a compliment." Theo smiles and slides his hand beneath Miles' jacket. "How unlike you."
Miles glances at Theo's hand beneath his jacket. He loosely curls his fingers around Theo's wrist as he watches Theo's face. "And how presumptuous of you."
Theo's smile never dims. "Assumptive, presumptive." Miles doesn't let go of Theo's wrist when Theo tries to withdraw, so he just gives Miles a curious look.
Miles tightens his grip, rubbing Theo's pulse with the pad of his thumb. "Leaving so soon, Theo?"
"Apparently not, as you've yet to release me."
Miles squeezes until he feels the grind of bone and then he abruptly releases Theo, inclining his head. "My apologies. Please don't let me keep you."
"You make hastier judgments than I anticipated, Miles." Theo leans back against the wall, eyes flitting over the other party goers. "It would be impolite for me to leave so soon."
"Assumptions, Theo"--A brief, cold smile flashes across Miles' face--"can be dangerous." His expression smoothes and then he turns. "Enjoy the view from the sidelines." And strolls deeper into the room.
Theo laughs softly to himself. "Presumptuous of you, don't you think?" Theo looks around to make sure Astoria and Daphne are occupied and then walks toward the entrance of the room.
Miles makes a slow circuit of the room, but the majority of the attenders are boring and the rest are beneath him. He hands his glass of punch off to a lowerclassmen without a word and politely makes his exit.
Theo appears from the shadows and grabs Miles' hand, yanking him into another classroom and pressing him against the door, taking a hard kiss.
Miles viciously bites Theo's bottom lip even as he lifts a hand, curling his fingers around Theo's arm.
Theo kisses Miles just like the first time, rough and hungry, his hands raising to grip Miles' jaw tight enough to leave bruises as he thrusts his tongue into Miles' mouth, skimming over the smooth edges of Miles' teeth.
Miles tangles the fingers of his right hand into Theo's hair, digging his nails into Theo's scalp as he sucks hard on Theo's tongue. He pushes back, angling his head so he can delve his own tongue into Theo's mouth.
Theo sucks on Miles' tongue and pulls away to bite at Miles' mouth, breathing a soft, hungry sound at the give of Miles' flesh beneath his teeth.
Miles arches at the sting of Theo's teeth, grounding out the harsh groan lodged in his throat as he parts his lips to capture Theo's upper lip between his teeth. He detaches his hand from around Theo's arm and slides it beneath Theo's jacket, fisting the fabric of Theo's shirt, nails pricking into Theo's skin.
Theo exhales shaky breath and yanks Miles closer, tilting his head to bite at Miles' throat and suck hard, dark marks against Miles' skin.
Miles slips a hand beneath Theo's shirt and scratches furrows into his skin. A hard shudder rolls through him, and he jerks away from Theo, yanking on his hair to expose the long column of his throat. Miles bites his own marks there, sucking bruising kisses up to the hinge of Theo's jaw. He bites another mark there and then pulls Theo's hair so he can crush their lips together in another demanding kiss.
Theo presses against Miles, his mouth feeling lush and hot with their kisses, and he slides his knee between Miles' thighs. He drops one of his hands to curl around Miles' back, slipping it beneath Miles' jacket so that he can feel the heat of Miles' skin beneath the fabric.
Miles scores his nails across Theo's skin to settle his hand at the small of Theo's back. He digs his nails into Theo's spine and drags him closer, biting Theo's mouth until he can feel a tremor in Theo's muscles and taste a faint trace of copper on his tongue.
Theo moans again, a little louder, and tugs at Miles shirt, searching for skin. He finds it at the small of Miles' back, where his shirt has ridden up, and Theo is content to rub his thumb over the groove of Miles' spine as Miles thrusts his tongue into Theo's mouth.
Miles draws away, panting against Theo's mouth, his right hand still tangled in Theo's hair and his left resting at the base of Theo's spine. He sketches lazy lines up and down the lower half of Theo's back with his nails and darts forward to nip the plump swell of Theo's bottom lip. "You're wrinkling an impeccable suit," he murmurs, and swipes his tongue across the seam of Theo's mouth.
Theo smiles, bright and quick. "I know."
Miles pulls Theo down again, erasing Theo's smile with another punishing bite. He takes advantage of Theo's gasp to thrust his tongue back into Theo's mouth, quick and filthy, following it with a sharp tug on Theo's hair.
Theo would smile if he could, jerking his head to feel the unforgiving clench of Miles' fingers in his hair as he rubs his knee against Miles, shivering at the evidence of Miles' arousal.
Miles slips his hand free of Theo's shirt and closes it around Theo's leg, digging his nails into the meat of Theo's thigh as he shoves it down. He cups Theo's groin and drags his mouth to the smooth line of Theo's jaw, sinking his teeth around the edge of bone and pulling Theo forward with the curl of his fingers and a tug of teeth.
Theo laughs, grabbing Miles' wrist and pulling his fingers away from Theo's crotch even as he presses closer again. "If I can't touch, you can't touch."
Miles darts a glance at Theo's fingers curled around his wrist and twists his hand out of Theo's grasp as he jerks Theo closer with a pull on his hair. "You're touching, Theo."
Theo smiles, another barely there twist of lips, and tugs Miles' hand out of his hair, raising it to his mouth and biting at the pulse in Miles' wrist. "So I am."
Miles offers his own hint of a smile, tamping down on the shiver that follows the scrape of Theo's teeth on his wrist. He cups Theo again with his free hand and strokes the bulge of Theo's cock, responding to the twitch of it with a hard squeeze.
Theo drops his head down to Miles' shoulder, exhaling a shaky breath against his collar. Then he turns his head, mouths at Miles' earlobe and bites hard at the soft, unmarked flesh at the hinge of Miles' jaw.
Miles squeezes Theo again, shivering at the caress of Theo's breath against his neck. He slides the heel of his palm over Theo's bulge, twisting his right hand free of Theo's loose grip so he can grab Theo's hip and pull him into a rocking thrust.
Theo hisses a breath against Miles' throat at the pressure of Miles' hand. "Now what are you doing here?" Theo's voice was steady, and he absolutely counted that as a victory. He traced the seam of Miles' suit jacket, his mouth still pressed against the hollow behind Miles' ear.
Miles breathes out a short laugh and grinds the heel of his palm against Theo's cock. "I thought it was obvious."
"Perhaps." Theo pulls away, tugging at Miles' tie before he lets it slide from his fingers, and hops up onto a desk, a smile pulling at his mouth.
Miles smoothes down his shirt and jacket and straightens his tie before he closes the distance between him and Theo again. He slides his hands up Theo's thighs and slowly spreads Theo's legs so he can slot into the space between them. "Do you need a lesson?"
"I've always been a very quick learner," Theo says playfully, and he loosens Miles' tie again.
"Good." Miles strokes his thumbs up the seam of Theo's trousers. "That'll make this much easier." He captures Theo's mouth in another kiss, sliding his thumbs higher until they're nestled in the crease of Theo's hips, rubbing against the bulge of Theo's cock. He doesn't offer Theo much more than that, instead taking what he wants from Theo's mouth with sharp bites and thrusts of his tongue.
Theo is more than happy to keep snogging Miles, and he slides his hand up the line of Miles' throat, just to feel Miles' pulse beating hard against his fingertips.
Miles moves slowly, patiently, inching his left hand higher. He rubs his knuckles against Theo's bulge and drags his mouth down to suck at the hollow between Theo's neck and shoulder, laying another mark on the smooth skin.
Theo's cock twitches against Miles' hand, and he arches his throat for more bites, pressing against Miles' mouth as he wraps one long leg around Miles' waist.
Miles obliges, biting until Theo's skin is hot from his teeth and the suction of his mouth. He latches his teeth around Theo's pulse again, the skin already dark and mottled from earlier, and slides his hands around to Theo's back. Miles' smile is slim and hard, something he wants Theo to feel, as he jerks Theo forward into a rough grind.
Theo pants for air and grabs a handful of Miles' jacket as he slides his leg down the curve of Miles' thigh and calf. "This has been entertaining, as always," Theo says, raising Miles' head and biting at his bottom lip. "But Warrington is a classroom away."
Miles plants his left hand on Theo's chest and pushes, fingers splayed like a shield even though he lightly rubs Theo's nipple through his shirt. Miles works open the button and zip of Theo's trousers with his right hand, the rasp of the zipper loud in the empty classroom. "Then try to keep quiet, hm?"
Theo presses against Miles' hand and cups the back of Miles' neck. He presses his mouth against Miles' ear and whispers, "Miles, I am always quiet."
Miles slips his hand into the opening of Theo's trousers and brushes the tips of his fingers over the hard swell of Theo's cock before freeing it from the confines of Theo's pants. "I suppose we'll see."
Theo grins against Miles' mouth as he sucks Miles' top lip between his teeth, situating himself to make Miles a little more comfortable. "Perhaps."
"Indeed." Miles captures Theo's bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard on the skin as he squeezes Theo's cock, testing the girth of it in his fist. He changes his grip and then jacks Theo with hard, fast strokes, pressing closer so he can feel the head of Theo's cock rub against his button-down.
Theo watches Miles through heavy-lidded eyes, his hips tilted upward for Miles and the tight squeeze of his hand. It's surprisingly good, and Theo wonders who else Miles has practiced with. A shudder rolls through Theo at the twist of Miles' fist, and he licks his lips--and by extension, Miles--exhaling against Miles' mouth.
"You are quiet," Miles murmurs against Theo's mouth, lifting his free hand to finger the marks on Theo's neck. He strokes Theo's Adam's apple with his thumb, following the bob of it when Theo sucks down a gasp or a breath.
"Why should I lie about that?" Theo swallows again, just to feel the press of Miles' thumb against his throat as he thrusts his hips into Miles' grip. He raises one of his hands and slides it around Miles again, to move him closer and feel the sheen of sweat that beads up on Miles' skin.
Miles nips Theo's bottom lip as he sweeps his thumb over the head of Theo's cock, slicking his grip with the pre-come gathered at the slit. He twists his fist, dropping his free hand between them to toy with Theo's sac. "Let's continue to keep quiet, hm? I'll make you vocal another time."
"Promises, promises." Theo gives a husky laugh, a muscle in his thigh twitching with the effort of keeping still.
Miles tugs sharply on Theo's balls and gives Theo's cock the same sharp pull, his smile thin and tight when Theo arches.
Theo hisses a breath. "Well, if you want to get serious about it--" Theo darts forward to bite hard at the pulse of Miles' throat, latching on and sucking as he thrusts his cock into Miles' hand. Miles' other hand is still wrapped around Theo's balls, and the sting of his grip just makes Theo harder.
Miles cuts off a moan, but the pleasure that trips down his spine is still sharp, coiling tightly at the small of his back. He moves his fist in counterpoint to each of Theo's thrusts, drawing his hand up when Theo rolls his hips back, squeezing on the downstroke when Theo rolls his hips up. And of course Miles notices that Theo's cock doesn't soften when he squeezes Theo's balls in a grip as tight as the one he has around Theo's cock. He wants a kiss, so he tears away from the bruising suction of Theo's mouth and takes it, retaliating with a sharp bite to the corner of Theo's mouth.
Theo pants for air against Miles' mouth, and he feels so good; Miles' hand is hot and never still on Theo's erection. Theo raises a hand and cups the back of Miles' head, fingers threading through the short, dark blond strands of his hair. "You're always so immaculate. It makes me want to mess you up."
Miles steps closer so each pull on Theo's cock rubs the head against his button-down. "Is that why you keep wrinkling my suits?"
Theo laughs. "Please. As if I hadn't been perfectly obvious." His eyelids flutter at the sensation of Miles' shirt brushing over his cock, the softness completely opposite of Miles' hard grip.
"You were." Miles smiles, a cold sharp tilt at the corner of his mouth, and leans closer, Theo's cock pulsing hot through the fabric of his shirt. "But I did find your efforts entertaining." He sucks another mark, low on Theo's neck, and presses his thumb to the flare of Theo's cock, rubbing tight lines from the slit to the ridge, jacking Theo faster and pulling against the tight draw of Theo's balls.
"Then this should be equally exciting." Theo thrusts, and it's Miles' hand and his fingers and his shirt, and he inhales once as he comes, everything going hot and sharp inside him as pleasure pulses out of him. He catches his breath, opens eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, and traces the lines of semen staining Miles' jacket and shirt.
Miles watches Theo's fingers trail through the come on his clothes, and then he wipes his hand on Theo's trousers with a smirk. "I'm certainly not bored, Theo."
"Neither am I." Theo tucks himself back into his trousers and zips his fly. "That was, I suppose, altogether satisfactory."
"At the very least," Miles says, wand in hand so he can spell away the mess on his jacket and shirt, "it was momentarily entertaining."
"You are incredibly jaded." Theo slips off the table and slides to his knees, fingers reaching for Miles' belt and making quick work of the buckle. "I'm really very amused." Theo is comforted by the bulge of Miles' trousers and unzips Miles' fly, tugging his trousers down. His hands are tight around Miles' knees as he mouths at the head of Miles' erection.
Miles clenches his fingers into Theo's hair, exhaling a surprised gasp at the damp feel of Theo's mouth on his shaft. He swallows to steady his voice and opens his eyes, scratching his nails over Theo's scalp. "The feeling is mutual."
"I'm pleased to know you don't find me boring." Theo licks a line from Miles' scrotum to the slit of his cock, and then slides his mouth over Miles' erection, sucking on the head hard as he bobs further down.
Another gasp wells up from Miles' throat, but he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to keep it contained, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut. He thrusts when Theo does something wicked with his tongue and exhales a soft laugh, mildly curious as to where Theo learned that little trick. It seems they both have some experience with illicit liaisons.
Theo doesn't bother playing or teasing--he's quite aware that it's possible someone could walk in at any given moment--and so he is ruthless in searching out Miles' responses, the things that make Miles' fingers twist harder in his hair, that make Miles' hips jolt forward for more sensation.
Miles understands their time constraints as well as Theo does, and while he'd like to take his time to enjoy the damp heat of Theo's mouth, the curl of his tongue, and even more, the tight, hot clench of his throat if Miles really were to thrust all the way in without any warning, he refrains. He tightens his grip in Theo's hair and yanks Theo off his cock, gripping himself and coming quietly, his climax a warm frisson that slithers up his spine as he spends himself.
Theo licks his swollen lips and smiles at the pull of Miles' hand in his hair. He dislodges Miles' hand with a shake of his head and stands. He doesn't bother to magic away the come that Miles had wiped on his trousers as he saunters toward the door. "Good night, Miles."
"Good night, Theo." Miles tucks himself back into his trousers. "A pleasure, as always."
Miles lingers by the entrance a beat longer than is necessary, quietly debating whether he wants to stay at a party where anyone is welcome to the festivities. But then he spots Theo, and he can't help a sliver of a smile as he strolls closer.
"Bored by DADA and Potions already, Theo?"
Theo lounges against the wall and slips his hands into his pocket. "I honestly thought about it." He offers an elegant shrug. "Daphne and Astoria had other intentions."
"Naturally."
Theo laughs, short and easy. "One should never deny a lovely lady. Hence, I came along after all."
Miles sweeps a look over Theo. "As I can well see."
"There's no need for such a nasty look."
Miles lifts one shoulder in a shrug and turns his eyes to the room.
"I'm surprised you've stuck around as long as you have, Miles." Theo looks around the room as well. Nothing interesting is happening, so he looks back down at Miles.
"Blaise requested an imposing presence." Miles glances at Theo, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sharp smile. "It would have been rude of me to deprive him of it this soon."
"Rude?" Theo arches an eyebrow. "That's never stopped you before."
Miles straightens, picking off an imaginary piece of lint from his sleeve. "And it's not stopping me now. Enjoy the party, Theo."
"Oh, please forgive me," Theo says with a small, mocking bow. "I didn't know it was so easy to chase you away."
Miles takes hold of Theo's chin before he straightens and leans close, his cheek brushing against Theo's as he whispers, "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." He releases Theo and brushes past him, dusting off his shoulder when he passes.
"A pity." Theo reaches out as Miles walks past, trailing his fingers over the seam of Miles' jacket. "I'm very amiable when satisfied."
Miles pauses to brush Theo's fingers away and then he turns, lifting a hand and curling it loosely around Theo's jaw. He rubs Theo's bottom lip with his thumb, tracing the patch of skin that he'd bitten a few days ago. "Yes, Theo." Miles offers a hint of a smile as he digs his nails into the side of Theo's neck and pulls him closer to keep the pretense of privacy. "I know."
Theo's breath catches, and he hates the hitch of air, but it's already there, and he's sure Miles is too wily to have missed it. "In public, Miles? You are far more forward than I expected."
"I have a strong impression"--Miles trails the tips of his fingers down Theo's throat, tracing each half-moon indent and the prickle of Theo's skin--"that you don't mind all that much."
"Assumptions can be deceiving, Miles. I'd hate for you to think me predictable."
Miles softly laughs as he draws his hand away. "Never that."
"I believe I hear a compliment." Theo smiles and slides his hand beneath Miles' jacket. "How unlike you."
Miles glances at Theo's hand beneath his jacket. He loosely curls his fingers around Theo's wrist as he watches Theo's face. "And how presumptuous of you."
Theo's smile never dims. "Assumptive, presumptive." Miles doesn't let go of Theo's wrist when Theo tries to withdraw, so he just gives Miles a curious look.
Miles tightens his grip, rubbing Theo's pulse with the pad of his thumb. "Leaving so soon, Theo?"
"Apparently not, as you've yet to release me."
Miles squeezes until he feels the grind of bone and then he abruptly releases Theo, inclining his head. "My apologies. Please don't let me keep you."
"You make hastier judgments than I anticipated, Miles." Theo leans back against the wall, eyes flitting over the other party goers. "It would be impolite for me to leave so soon."
"Assumptions, Theo"--A brief, cold smile flashes across Miles' face--"can be dangerous." His expression smoothes and then he turns. "Enjoy the view from the sidelines." And strolls deeper into the room.
Theo laughs softly to himself. "Presumptuous of you, don't you think?" Theo looks around to make sure Astoria and Daphne are occupied and then walks toward the entrance of the room.
Miles makes a slow circuit of the room, but the majority of the attenders are boring and the rest are beneath him. He hands his glass of punch off to a lowerclassmen without a word and politely makes his exit.
Theo appears from the shadows and grabs Miles' hand, yanking him into another classroom and pressing him against the door, taking a hard kiss.
Miles viciously bites Theo's bottom lip even as he lifts a hand, curling his fingers around Theo's arm.
Theo kisses Miles just like the first time, rough and hungry, his hands raising to grip Miles' jaw tight enough to leave bruises as he thrusts his tongue into Miles' mouth, skimming over the smooth edges of Miles' teeth.
Miles tangles the fingers of his right hand into Theo's hair, digging his nails into Theo's scalp as he sucks hard on Theo's tongue. He pushes back, angling his head so he can delve his own tongue into Theo's mouth.
Theo sucks on Miles' tongue and pulls away to bite at Miles' mouth, breathing a soft, hungry sound at the give of Miles' flesh beneath his teeth.
Miles arches at the sting of Theo's teeth, grounding out the harsh groan lodged in his throat as he parts his lips to capture Theo's upper lip between his teeth. He detaches his hand from around Theo's arm and slides it beneath Theo's jacket, fisting the fabric of Theo's shirt, nails pricking into Theo's skin.
Theo exhales shaky breath and yanks Miles closer, tilting his head to bite at Miles' throat and suck hard, dark marks against Miles' skin.
Miles slips a hand beneath Theo's shirt and scratches furrows into his skin. A hard shudder rolls through him, and he jerks away from Theo, yanking on his hair to expose the long column of his throat. Miles bites his own marks there, sucking bruising kisses up to the hinge of Theo's jaw. He bites another mark there and then pulls Theo's hair so he can crush their lips together in another demanding kiss.
Theo presses against Miles, his mouth feeling lush and hot with their kisses, and he slides his knee between Miles' thighs. He drops one of his hands to curl around Miles' back, slipping it beneath Miles' jacket so that he can feel the heat of Miles' skin beneath the fabric.
Miles scores his nails across Theo's skin to settle his hand at the small of Theo's back. He digs his nails into Theo's spine and drags him closer, biting Theo's mouth until he can feel a tremor in Theo's muscles and taste a faint trace of copper on his tongue.
Theo moans again, a little louder, and tugs at Miles shirt, searching for skin. He finds it at the small of Miles' back, where his shirt has ridden up, and Theo is content to rub his thumb over the groove of Miles' spine as Miles thrusts his tongue into Theo's mouth.
Miles draws away, panting against Theo's mouth, his right hand still tangled in Theo's hair and his left resting at the base of Theo's spine. He sketches lazy lines up and down the lower half of Theo's back with his nails and darts forward to nip the plump swell of Theo's bottom lip. "You're wrinkling an impeccable suit," he murmurs, and swipes his tongue across the seam of Theo's mouth.
Theo smiles, bright and quick. "I know."
Miles pulls Theo down again, erasing Theo's smile with another punishing bite. He takes advantage of Theo's gasp to thrust his tongue back into Theo's mouth, quick and filthy, following it with a sharp tug on Theo's hair.
Theo would smile if he could, jerking his head to feel the unforgiving clench of Miles' fingers in his hair as he rubs his knee against Miles, shivering at the evidence of Miles' arousal.
Miles slips his hand free of Theo's shirt and closes it around Theo's leg, digging his nails into the meat of Theo's thigh as he shoves it down. He cups Theo's groin and drags his mouth to the smooth line of Theo's jaw, sinking his teeth around the edge of bone and pulling Theo forward with the curl of his fingers and a tug of teeth.
Theo laughs, grabbing Miles' wrist and pulling his fingers away from Theo's crotch even as he presses closer again. "If I can't touch, you can't touch."
Miles darts a glance at Theo's fingers curled around his wrist and twists his hand out of Theo's grasp as he jerks Theo closer with a pull on his hair. "You're touching, Theo."
Theo smiles, another barely there twist of lips, and tugs Miles' hand out of his hair, raising it to his mouth and biting at the pulse in Miles' wrist. "So I am."
Miles offers his own hint of a smile, tamping down on the shiver that follows the scrape of Theo's teeth on his wrist. He cups Theo again with his free hand and strokes the bulge of Theo's cock, responding to the twitch of it with a hard squeeze.
Theo drops his head down to Miles' shoulder, exhaling a shaky breath against his collar. Then he turns his head, mouths at Miles' earlobe and bites hard at the soft, unmarked flesh at the hinge of Miles' jaw.
Miles squeezes Theo again, shivering at the caress of Theo's breath against his neck. He slides the heel of his palm over Theo's bulge, twisting his right hand free of Theo's loose grip so he can grab Theo's hip and pull him into a rocking thrust.
Theo hisses a breath against Miles' throat at the pressure of Miles' hand. "Now what are you doing here?" Theo's voice was steady, and he absolutely counted that as a victory. He traced the seam of Miles' suit jacket, his mouth still pressed against the hollow behind Miles' ear.
Miles breathes out a short laugh and grinds the heel of his palm against Theo's cock. "I thought it was obvious."
"Perhaps." Theo pulls away, tugging at Miles' tie before he lets it slide from his fingers, and hops up onto a desk, a smile pulling at his mouth.
Miles smoothes down his shirt and jacket and straightens his tie before he closes the distance between him and Theo again. He slides his hands up Theo's thighs and slowly spreads Theo's legs so he can slot into the space between them. "Do you need a lesson?"
"I've always been a very quick learner," Theo says playfully, and he loosens Miles' tie again.
"Good." Miles strokes his thumbs up the seam of Theo's trousers. "That'll make this much easier." He captures Theo's mouth in another kiss, sliding his thumbs higher until they're nestled in the crease of Theo's hips, rubbing against the bulge of Theo's cock. He doesn't offer Theo much more than that, instead taking what he wants from Theo's mouth with sharp bites and thrusts of his tongue.
Theo is more than happy to keep snogging Miles, and he slides his hand up the line of Miles' throat, just to feel Miles' pulse beating hard against his fingertips.
Miles moves slowly, patiently, inching his left hand higher. He rubs his knuckles against Theo's bulge and drags his mouth down to suck at the hollow between Theo's neck and shoulder, laying another mark on the smooth skin.
Theo's cock twitches against Miles' hand, and he arches his throat for more bites, pressing against Miles' mouth as he wraps one long leg around Miles' waist.
Miles obliges, biting until Theo's skin is hot from his teeth and the suction of his mouth. He latches his teeth around Theo's pulse again, the skin already dark and mottled from earlier, and slides his hands around to Theo's back. Miles' smile is slim and hard, something he wants Theo to feel, as he jerks Theo forward into a rough grind.
Theo pants for air and grabs a handful of Miles' jacket as he slides his leg down the curve of Miles' thigh and calf. "This has been entertaining, as always," Theo says, raising Miles' head and biting at his bottom lip. "But Warrington is a classroom away."
Miles plants his left hand on Theo's chest and pushes, fingers splayed like a shield even though he lightly rubs Theo's nipple through his shirt. Miles works open the button and zip of Theo's trousers with his right hand, the rasp of the zipper loud in the empty classroom. "Then try to keep quiet, hm?"
Theo presses against Miles' hand and cups the back of Miles' neck. He presses his mouth against Miles' ear and whispers, "Miles, I am always quiet."
Miles slips his hand into the opening of Theo's trousers and brushes the tips of his fingers over the hard swell of Theo's cock before freeing it from the confines of Theo's pants. "I suppose we'll see."
Theo grins against Miles' mouth as he sucks Miles' top lip between his teeth, situating himself to make Miles a little more comfortable. "Perhaps."
"Indeed." Miles captures Theo's bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard on the skin as he squeezes Theo's cock, testing the girth of it in his fist. He changes his grip and then jacks Theo with hard, fast strokes, pressing closer so he can feel the head of Theo's cock rub against his button-down.
Theo watches Miles through heavy-lidded eyes, his hips tilted upward for Miles and the tight squeeze of his hand. It's surprisingly good, and Theo wonders who else Miles has practiced with. A shudder rolls through Theo at the twist of Miles' fist, and he licks his lips--and by extension, Miles--exhaling against Miles' mouth.
"You are quiet," Miles murmurs against Theo's mouth, lifting his free hand to finger the marks on Theo's neck. He strokes Theo's Adam's apple with his thumb, following the bob of it when Theo sucks down a gasp or a breath.
"Why should I lie about that?" Theo swallows again, just to feel the press of Miles' thumb against his throat as he thrusts his hips into Miles' grip. He raises one of his hands and slides it around Miles again, to move him closer and feel the sheen of sweat that beads up on Miles' skin.
Miles nips Theo's bottom lip as he sweeps his thumb over the head of Theo's cock, slicking his grip with the pre-come gathered at the slit. He twists his fist, dropping his free hand between them to toy with Theo's sac. "Let's continue to keep quiet, hm? I'll make you vocal another time."
"Promises, promises." Theo gives a husky laugh, a muscle in his thigh twitching with the effort of keeping still.
Miles tugs sharply on Theo's balls and gives Theo's cock the same sharp pull, his smile thin and tight when Theo arches.
Theo hisses a breath. "Well, if you want to get serious about it--" Theo darts forward to bite hard at the pulse of Miles' throat, latching on and sucking as he thrusts his cock into Miles' hand. Miles' other hand is still wrapped around Theo's balls, and the sting of his grip just makes Theo harder.
Miles cuts off a moan, but the pleasure that trips down his spine is still sharp, coiling tightly at the small of his back. He moves his fist in counterpoint to each of Theo's thrusts, drawing his hand up when Theo rolls his hips back, squeezing on the downstroke when Theo rolls his hips up. And of course Miles notices that Theo's cock doesn't soften when he squeezes Theo's balls in a grip as tight as the one he has around Theo's cock. He wants a kiss, so he tears away from the bruising suction of Theo's mouth and takes it, retaliating with a sharp bite to the corner of Theo's mouth.
Theo pants for air against Miles' mouth, and he feels so good; Miles' hand is hot and never still on Theo's erection. Theo raises a hand and cups the back of Miles' head, fingers threading through the short, dark blond strands of his hair. "You're always so immaculate. It makes me want to mess you up."
Miles steps closer so each pull on Theo's cock rubs the head against his button-down. "Is that why you keep wrinkling my suits?"
Theo laughs. "Please. As if I hadn't been perfectly obvious." His eyelids flutter at the sensation of Miles' shirt brushing over his cock, the softness completely opposite of Miles' hard grip.
"You were." Miles smiles, a cold sharp tilt at the corner of his mouth, and leans closer, Theo's cock pulsing hot through the fabric of his shirt. "But I did find your efforts entertaining." He sucks another mark, low on Theo's neck, and presses his thumb to the flare of Theo's cock, rubbing tight lines from the slit to the ridge, jacking Theo faster and pulling against the tight draw of Theo's balls.
"Then this should be equally exciting." Theo thrusts, and it's Miles' hand and his fingers and his shirt, and he inhales once as he comes, everything going hot and sharp inside him as pleasure pulses out of him. He catches his breath, opens eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed, and traces the lines of semen staining Miles' jacket and shirt.
Miles watches Theo's fingers trail through the come on his clothes, and then he wipes his hand on Theo's trousers with a smirk. "I'm certainly not bored, Theo."
"Neither am I." Theo tucks himself back into his trousers and zips his fly. "That was, I suppose, altogether satisfactory."
"At the very least," Miles says, wand in hand so he can spell away the mess on his jacket and shirt, "it was momentarily entertaining."
"You are incredibly jaded." Theo slips off the table and slides to his knees, fingers reaching for Miles' belt and making quick work of the buckle. "I'm really very amused." Theo is comforted by the bulge of Miles' trousers and unzips Miles' fly, tugging his trousers down. His hands are tight around Miles' knees as he mouths at the head of Miles' erection.
Miles clenches his fingers into Theo's hair, exhaling a surprised gasp at the damp feel of Theo's mouth on his shaft. He swallows to steady his voice and opens his eyes, scratching his nails over Theo's scalp. "The feeling is mutual."
"I'm pleased to know you don't find me boring." Theo licks a line from Miles' scrotum to the slit of his cock, and then slides his mouth over Miles' erection, sucking on the head hard as he bobs further down.
Another gasp wells up from Miles' throat, but he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to keep it contained, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut. He thrusts when Theo does something wicked with his tongue and exhales a soft laugh, mildly curious as to where Theo learned that little trick. It seems they both have some experience with illicit liaisons.
Theo doesn't bother playing or teasing--he's quite aware that it's possible someone could walk in at any given moment--and so he is ruthless in searching out Miles' responses, the things that make Miles' fingers twist harder in his hair, that make Miles' hips jolt forward for more sensation.
Miles understands their time constraints as well as Theo does, and while he'd like to take his time to enjoy the damp heat of Theo's mouth, the curl of his tongue, and even more, the tight, hot clench of his throat if Miles really were to thrust all the way in without any warning, he refrains. He tightens his grip in Theo's hair and yanks Theo off his cock, gripping himself and coming quietly, his climax a warm frisson that slithers up his spine as he spends himself.
Theo licks his swollen lips and smiles at the pull of Miles' hand in his hair. He dislodges Miles' hand with a shake of his head and stands. He doesn't bother to magic away the come that Miles had wiped on his trousers as he saunters toward the door. "Good night, Miles."
"Good night, Theo." Miles tucks himself back into his trousers. "A pleasure, as always."