<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/RyD2m.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orion Reed<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Half<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw 1st Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday, September 29th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mysterious Corridor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A Night of Play and Mischief, Impatience<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>You know I like it when your body goes... (https://youtu.be/5T7t2AyaZN8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Finley Clark!</em><br/><hr/><br/>Orion was stunned, all the more impassioned, when he heard Finley said that he wanted this, him, for so long. Even though, like technically, it was a month since the day of the Sorting, it felt -<em>forever</em>- for Finley as it did for Orion. That nagging feeling that life could have been sweeter had they met years before Hogwarts, that feeling life wouldn't have been as sweet had they never met. The Sorting Hat put them in the same House, and the House put them in the same room. And here they were, finally tasting the sweetest moment so far. Quickly undressing, he gasped and reminded Finley he has nipple piercings, quite sensitive there.<br/><br/>The sight of Finn's ample bulge beneath lime green boxer briefs drove Orion to his knees, placing his mouth on it, rubbing his lips left and right. He could see a little precum soak through the boxers too. Slowly tugging the elastic waistband, chafing down the skin of his sculpted hips, Orion buried his face into Finley's crotch cupping his balls, licking inner thighs, massaging muscle and bone, sparking an electrical storm that pulses out through his nerves, doing everything he can to make Finley unable to stand, to tremble on that wall.<br/><br/>Gotta make him crazy for me, Orion thought! Smooching his cock until it's wet from shaft to head, he swallowed it all.<br/><br/>It had a sweet sweat that made him salivate/slobber more. So thick, it nearly hit his gag reflex. Then footsteps came at a distance in the corridor. He froze rooted to the spot, mouth-stuffed and face-buried-in-crotch, until a Prefect and a teacher passed each other with a mumble in assent, tired of night patrol. When the footsteps faded to a droning silence, Orion sighed, his face falling to rest. Close call. So happy that these people don't think to check curtains. Or the floor, where some clothes peeked out.<br/><br/><hr/>