The Ravenclaw table was quiet, Terry sat in the midst of his Quidditch team, laughing, joking loudly, his eyes alive with the emotions that pulsed in his system.
Lifting his head, he caught sight of Blaise at the doorway, eyes flashing with mingled lust and need, smiling brightly as he noticed their eyes meeting, and the attention divulged between them.
Blaise saw the look and almost groaned miserably. This was not going to be easy.
Terry was great in himself and all. He was fun to be with. He lightened the mood and everything seemed to run fine. He wasn't too serious, and was there when Blaise needed someone other than Draco to whine to, to complain to, to snap at.
He had been there. Yet, they'd never had something serious..
He gave a little nod of his head to show he knew the other wanted his attention, before raising a hand to beckon him outside.
Terry raised an eyebrow in curiosity, grinning softly.
"I'll see you later," He murmured to the team, his companions near him as he dismissed himself.
Jogging up the small length of hallway, he came face to face with Blaise mere seconds later, automatically grinning more and moving close, hands resting to slip round the others waist.
"Hey, how come you're hiding?"
He leant in slowly to brush his lips over his cheek, moving to nibble on his ear affectionately,
"Don't shy away, you know I don't care who knows,"
Blaise automatically went into the others hold, moaning as the other manipulated his ear in a so similar way that Draco had earlier on.
"T-oh, Terry, w-wait-"
Shit.
He was not going to get aroused. He wasn't going to fuck this up. He was going to—
He was getting aroused, and his hooding eyes showed the other just that.
Grinning devilishly, Terry moved, pushing, pressing closed.
"Mm?"
His fingers moved to find the others, looping up with them, twining together, pulling him now to move them under the alcove in the stairs.
"What is it Blaise?"
He moved to press against him again, bodies hard against each other as his hand moved, roaming down his toned stomach and to work its way to his thigh, mouth moving to work over the Italian's neck.
Blaise willingly allowed the other to tug him and pull him, low moans falling from his lips as he looped himself to twine with the others body.
"We- We have to talk," he managed to pant softly.
He heard Blaise's words, and registered them deep in his head, but then, his mind denied to think or dwell on it.
"Oh.."
He nipped at Blaise's neck slowly,
"We can talk, sure…"
Moving his hand, he ran it up Blaise's thigh again, feeling the arousal pouring from the other, coming from his body to taint the innocence of the air around them.
"Talk about what?"
He pressed his covered body close to the other now, his own arousal evident as he looked up to meet those cool onyx eyes, his own brown smouldering as he did.
"Can't it wait? Because… I know I can't for you,"
He shouldn't.
Blaise knew in himself that he shouldn't, but he was weak. He could never resist the temptation, especially when it was handed so easily to himself like this, and for another thing, Terry knew exactly what to do to get him in the mood.
He brought his leg up, wrapping it slightly around Terry's waist, slamming their lips together had, his fingers moving to delve and bury in the others hair.
Terry grinned at the reaction, moaning softly himself.
Talk.
Sure, he'd talk later when he wasn't so distracted with the other.
Grinding against him, he felt Blaise pull him close, gasping hard as he did, letting his mouth fall open a fraction, tongue darting out to tangle up with Blaise's, immediately tasting the other, a slight difference in the usual taste.
Tainted.
Something else had touched the tongue, yet he wasn't going to worry too much on it now.
Moving his hand low, he slipped to finger over the edge of the waistband to Blaise's school trousers, and moving his finger quickly, he dipped them under all material to take his cool digits to the hardening length.
Blaise's body arched up impressively as Terry touched him. He held tighter into the other's hair, rocking into him.
Maybe..
Maybe just this time. He'd have to let the other top. Especially if this was going to be a goodbye for the two.
Terry stepped away, knowing more would happen and that this alcove, in sight of any passers by, would not be the best place for something to happen.
He knew he was gaining permission to top now.
Knew in the way Blaise let him touch, and if that was the case, Blaise would be bottoming for the first time in his eyes, and right now, an alcove would definitely not do.
Terry indeed remembered the noise he'd made his first time.
"Come on,"
He tugged him slightly, moving them off down the hallways, turning every few steps to kiss the other slow and deep, pulling away, leaving him to want more before finally coming to a disused classroom and stumbling back, through the door and toppling against the table.
"You're okay with this aren't you?" He breathed slowly, coming close to nip at Blaise's ear, grinding against him, hips rolling as he pressed close.
