Prompt: Guilty Pleasures
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They were not supposed to like this: the feel of lips crushing lips, the feel of burning hot skin rubbing against cold, as limbs became tangled.
They were not supposed to yearn for a simple touch, they were not supposed to day dream about clothes rumpled underneath wandering hands.
They were not supposed to love the feel of the stone hitting their raw, nail scratched backs as they met in hidden alcoves, stealing secret kisses during patrols and in-between lessons.
They were not supposed to desire the touch of their guilty pleasures, but sweet Merlin how they lived for it.