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TOTALLY CANON thread with carlisle
Where: The Dungeons, not during any class time.
What: Extra classwork, of course! :O
When: Weekend, sometime.

Scuffling with a potion that was probably a little out of a Hogwarts student's league, Danny peered into his cauldron. Well, this wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be avocado green. He bit his lower lip in concentration, trying to work it out.

He'd done the blood bit right, for sure...

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Carlisle was not aware of Danny's internal monologe, which was a good thing because it MIGHT have stopped him from stroking the bloke's cock. And, really, who'd want to stop that? Aside from Danny's boyfriend, of course... Remy would probably not appreciate it.

This thought, of course, simply renewed the pleasure he was taking out of the moment.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he might ought to keep Carlisle's hand OUT of his trousers if he wanted Remy to forgive him later. Danny wiggled, but wiggling only made it worse (or better) and in the end, he wasn't capable of telling the blond to get his hand out of his trousers.

In any case, more kissing solved everything. Right?

Yes! More kissing was always a great solution for everything. Totally. Carlisle continued to stroke, all the while snogging the hell out of Danny. Really, it was a good system and all. It would be better if Danny's hand were put to use, but you know.

Typically, Danny preferred to use his mouth instead of his hand. And, well -- his mouth was a little bit busy.

Carlisle wouldn't have minded that. AT ALL! He broke apart from the snog after a while, moving back to the bloke's neck since he'd seemed to like that earlier.

Since, you know, Carlisle's pants were off, Danny figured it would just be easier to work with. Right? After all, he was damn good at giving head -- he knew it, anybody he'd dated knew it...
So he decided to go for it, starting with kissing in a southern direction.

Oh... sweet. Carlisle was not going to complain. He did, however, grip the table with his hands and lean against it a bit more, more than happy to let Danny do.. well, that.

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