<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/FinleyRav5.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Same as picture, with jeans and black Converse<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>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Staircase -> Secret Corridor ???<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Time to turn up the heat<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Breaking Benjamin - Psycho (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y_a0PWlBr8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion<br/><hr/><br/>The memories of a spat at the bonfire were long forgotten once Finley and Orion started back for the castle. Unable to contain their impatience for what was surely about to happen - what Finley was desperately hoping would transpire - they both took to the stairs, nearly racing each other. After switching to the last staircase, Orion pulled Finley closer to let him feel just how excited he was. A groan left Finley as their bulges ground together, the sensation making his spine tingle, and causing the heat within to amplify to burning degrees.<br/><br/>There was no one around, not that it would have stopped Finley in his current state. Especially considering how pent-up and sexually frustrated he had become in the past few weeks.<br/><br/>Orion took his hand and practically dragged him onward after pointing out another pathway, once the staircase moved unpredictably - as it tended to do. The Prefects and Professors had warned the First Years about it time and time again but Finley had never thought it would change direction at such an inopportune time. Or perhaps it had worked out for the better, he considered, when he realized where it had led them. An empty corridor with an inviting wall.<br/><br/>He was pressed against that wall just after he took in the sight of it, a groan leaving him softly just before Orion grinned impishly at him and sealed them behind a darkened curtain. His hand danced down Finley’s crotch over his jeans, making them flex and restrict against his hardened cock all the more. “Fuck,” he whispered as Orion’s tongue met with the small of his neck and his hand continued to grope and grapple with the noticeable tent he was pitching.<br/><br/>Impatience took over then. Finley’s hands went to Orion’s suit jacket and tugged it off of him, then tossed it to the floor. His deft fingers far from done, they returned to the hem of Orion’s dress shirt and began unbuttoned it in a hurry. “I’ve wanted this… you… for so long.” He mouthed slowly, signing the words in between unfastening the buttons.<br/><br/>Tugging the shirt off of him, he tossed it to the side as well, his hands invading the space below his undershirt, digits spreading along his midsection and chest from beneath it, caressing his skin with rough fingertips. His thumbs rolled over Orion’s nipples just before he leaned in to kiss him hard. Those hands of his continued exploring, brushing lower until they reached his belt and hooked beneath it, using it as leverage to cause his hips to grind against him once more.<br/><br/>Finally, unwilling to wait any longer, he unbuttoned his own jeans and lowered the zipper, shifting himself so that the ample bulge beneath his lime green boxer briefs became a package ready to be opened. Parting from their impassioned kiss, Finley gripped onto Orion's lower lip with his teeth, then released it after a gentle tug.