<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>Abandoned classroom<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 fact that they came together made the moment that much more intense. Finley’s cock throbbed, twitched and pulsated inside of Orion - all in that order. His cum shot out in powerful bursts, slowing the momentum of his rocking waist, causing their slapping, squelching sounds to turn languid. Orion’s dick pressed between their bodies, his load spraying upward and splattering their chests.<br/><br/>“Bloody hell,” he whispered, still entirely blown away as the sheer bliss started to dwindle, slowly. After catching his breath, he looked to Orion, who was already grinning, which helped Finley’s features spread into that of a smirk. To his cheers and laughter, Finley broke out into his own bout of chuckles, his breaths only slightly off by then. “If only Quidditch were this brilliant,” he whispered back, that grin growing into something wide and winning.<br/><br/>Orion’s gaze fell and Finley’s followed, seeing the mess that clung to both of their skin. “That’s 10 points from Ravenclaw, Reed.” Finley murmured, feigning chagrin. He was unable to sign given how he was still holding Orion up by his delightful ass. The ass he didn’t want to let go of. He laughed lightly, a sparkle about his eyes.<br/><br/>Orion requested that he be emptied on the table, which Finley nodded to, licking his lips without realizing it. He took the additional step it took to reach the table, gently lining Orion’s ass up with the edge, then releasing him so that he could lean backward. Finley was slow - his member already having shrunk - though only slightly. His waist withdrew and his cock slid free, the condom barely holding on, its tip completely withered and filled with creamy goodness.<br/><br/>“Ah,” he groaned, guiding his hands to the tight sheath, then pulling it carefully free, bracing his shaft with his free hand. Once he was freed, Finley turned round and walked it to the trash bin, then tossed it inside without really thinking. He supposed he could’ve just made it vanish with magic, but honestly, was there a limit to that sort of thing? Also, the idea that someone would stumble upon the used condom was too good to pass up.<br/><br/>He turned back to Orion and waved his hand in the air after announcing: “Accio towel.” A green towel from their room appeared in his hand a second later, allowing Finley to wipe himself off. He handed it to Orion then, and started to pull up his own boxer briefs and pants. To Orion’s comment about heading back, Finley’s lips thinned and curled at the edges. “I’m sure no one will notice a thing.”<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><em>Fading back to Dorms...</em></div><hr/>