<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jaxon<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>nice pants and a button up<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>the one-eyed witch passage<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre<br/><hr/><br/>Jaxon feels Lyre as he pushes himself back on his cock and it made him thrust harder and harder with ever one of his groans. He could feel Lyre's body tighten as he gets closer and closer to cumming, and so does Jaxon's.<br/><br/>With a few deep thrust and a rush of pure ecstasy he empty his load deep into Lyre letting out a feral groan, like the monster taking down its prey. Strangely as he cums hard into Lyre he felt almost vindicated in his belief that he should do what he feels he should, it's what led to this encounter. Though he would laugh at the notion that Lyre thinks he is special, he is no more special than a random bloke living in Cardiff, and to him neither was Lyre. They are just people.<br/><br/>What happened next was unexpected but welcomed. Lyre showed vulnerability, something he did not expect considering everything. He kisses Jaxon's shoulder and Jaxon likes it.<br/><br/>He laughed a bit when Lyre said he should bring him gifts next time, but rather than saying anything that would probably come off as cheesy or foolish he opts to grab Lyre by the head and pull him in for a long kiss.<br/>