<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/>Upon Jaxon hearing Lyre's moans he did the only reasonable thing and bit the back of his neck, hard. Hard enough to draw just a tiny amount of blood. He thrust harder into Lyre lifting him off the ground on a couple occasions. "Tell me how much you love this." Jaxon says through his groans of ecstasy. He felt like a monster holding his prey against the wall, something told him that's exactly what Lyre wanted. A creature from the darkness having his way with the pinned noble.<br/><br/>He reaches around and starts stroking his cock again, then he grabs Lyre's balls and starts pulling and playing with them. While thrusting into him harder and keeping his face pinned against the cold stone.<br/>