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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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Jerking his ear away, Danny growled. He didn't like having his ears faffed about with, which seemed odd since most people very much enjoyed it. It tended, however, to gross him out, which effectively ruined the mood.

He decided to go for Carlisle's neck, because after all, turnabout is fair play. So, he ground their hips together a bit more and went for it.

Fine, fine. NO EAR NIBBLING. Eesh. Oh, oh. Carlisle could go for Danny paying HIS neck some attention, though, and promptly tilted his head to give the bloke better access. As much access, really, as he could possibly want. His hand slid under the fabric of Danny's shirt, sliding upwards against his skin.

Ahh, better access. Well that made everything much easier. Danny nipped along Carlisle's neck, heading for his jaw. Wasn't Carlisle good for having fun? Yes, yes he was.

Danny's skin was ridged with scar tissue, something Carlisle would not have known since they'd never been roommates. He shrank a little bit from the blond's hand, self-concious even when snogging.

Carlisle was a little too drunk to really be thinking about the odd feeling of the bloke's skin. His drunk mind simply wasn't processing it. However, he DID notice that Danny was moving AWAY from his hand. So... he moved it down the other way, to the front of Danny's trousers. Admittedly, this would not have been his next move had he been sober. His next move would, of course, to wonder whether Danny was not into doing anything more than a bit of snogging. But, you know, he wasn't sober.

AHHHHHH! Hand! In his trousers!! Not his own hand in his trousers!! Danny didn't want to be manhandled by Carlisle -- the blond could have very little experience with penises (penii?) and he was quite attached to his and wanted to keep it all happy and unbruised and --

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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