The Room of Requirement was a most appreciated place to the students of Hogwarts. Only few knew of its wonder and utilized it whenever they got a chance. Currently, Hogwarts' most shocking, but insanely cute couple was using the room.
Clothes were thrown about on the floor, books were scattered in every direction, and two wands lay side by side on a transfigured nightstand.
"Blaise, we need to get back to studying." The taller of the two boys, currently on the bed whispered. Blaise untangled himself from his boyfriend.
"Baby, you know we're the most intelligent blokes in our year, regardless of what everyone seems to think. So stop thinking with that brain of yours and start thinking with your-"
"Blaise! That's crude!"
"You and I both know you enjoy it when I get a little…crude." Dean let out a breathy chuckle. Blaise encircled his arms around his stubborn boyfriend. Blaise was not to be deterred, after all he was a Slytherin and Slytherins were known for being persuasive. In a matter of seconds, he knew he could have Dean right where he wanted him: on his back with those long legs wrapped around his waist.
The darker of the two boys brought his lips to his partner's ear.
"Come on, Thomas. Seriously, we've been studying for hours. I doubt that there's anything else we could possibly cram into our brains."
"I liked to be prepared."
"As do, I, but I think we should start preparing…you for this-"
"Blaise Zabini. I am not going to sleep with you until after we take our O.W.L.s."
"Oh, so now you're challenging me. Dean, this probably won't end well for you." The Slytherin ran his hands over the contours of Dean's naked body, paying extra attention to the body parts that he knew drove his boyfriend crazy.
"Stop. Keep those hands to yourself. Go get your Muggle Studies textbook."
"You're half muggle and I'm studying you, preferably this sexy as hell body."
"Nice try, Zabini. I'm serious."
"Fine, have it your way, but I'm gonna get you so hot and bothered that by the end of tomorrow you'll be begging me to come tap that sweet ass of yours. I can see how much you want it, Baby. You don't have to try and hide the fact that you want me to hold you down on this bed and just take what I know is all mine."
Dean pounced on his boyfriend, kissing every piece of skin on Blaise's face that he could possibly reach.
"Damn, Thomas, that was quick!"
"Do it. Take it! Take it all!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, Give it to me!" Dean growled with a deep passion in his eyes, his hips were thrusting into the teen beneath him, at a vigorous pace.
"As lovely as that sounds, I think I need to go over some more notes for Muggle Studies. Excuse me." Blaise slid out from underneath his undulating lover even though it pained him to do so.
"Zabini if you don't get your ass back in this bed!"
"…Maybe after the O.W.L.s."