Thick Bulgarian accent causing tingles down his spine. He shivers, slipping out of his Hogwarts uniform.

Durmstrang robes littered the floor already.

Standing completely naked before him was Viktor. Viktor in the flesh. All of the well-sculpted and naturally tanned flesh.

He steps forward, jeans still on. Viktor bites his own lip, helping him out of them.

Diggory chuckles, and Viktor pulls their bodies closer, heat warming their cold phalanges. Lips felt lips and skin felt skin. Fingers trailed down naked hips and thrusting involuntarily began.

"Sorry," Viktor whispered, kissing the black circle around Diggory's eye.

"I know," he says.