<div class="floatleft">(https://em.wattpad.com/26863cb97423a20d9f363cde6fe2f50161bc299d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4942326e523842615932566530673d3d2d3331323933303635302e313437363166373735363665393234323435353032313235333235372e6a7067?s=fit&amp;w=720&amp;h=720)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Grey boxer briefs (http://dulcedo.ca/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Septembre-158-2-462x615.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 29 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Nighttime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ravenclaw dorm room<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Snuggle and sleepy time<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Pet - A Perfect Circle (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrEP3RPgEao)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Orion<br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>...Continuing from here.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=285017.msg14243045#msg14243045)</div><br/>Once Orion was properly pressed into the bed, Finley reached over for the nightstand and after a bit of rummaging about, pulled out his bottle of lube. He nipped at Orion’s lower lip, tugging it gently before releasing it and withdrawing. Setting the lube down on the edge of the bed, Finley shifted off and stood, watching Orion while he stripped off his grey boxers, sliding them down his thighs, sending them to crumple down his legs as his hard-on bounced. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.<br/><br/>“Take those off and turn over,” he gently ordered Orion.<br/><br/>All the while, Finley would continue watching the show - appreciating the flashes of Orion’s perfect cock and even more perfect ass, as he squirted lube onto his palms and doused his own knob in the thick liquid. He had condoms if Orion would insist, but at that moment, all he wanted was to be buried inside Orion’s rosebud, with nothing separating them from each other. He’d wait until Orion was stripped, helping him unhook the limp briefs from over his ankles and tossing them haphazardly behind him.<br/><br/>Once he was in position, Finley climbed over the edge of the bed, his hands caressing up the backs of Orion’s legs and over his ass cheeks, where he gripped and squeezed. “I’ll hurry up and take you now,” he whispered darkly, grasping Orion’s hips and pulling him backward so that he was in a table pose, on hands and knees. Finley guided his throbbing and swollen helmet to his boyfriend’s rosebud, swirling small circles around his hole, then prodded it with the tip. Finley released a hot sigh, then guided his crown between Orion’s supple cheeks, both hands gripping them tightly as he eased inside and unleashed a voracious groan.