6

Get a Room of Requirement

I shoved him against the stone wall, attacking his lips with a fever I didn't know I had. He moaned and gasped, overwhelmed by what was happening. I delved my hands into his robes, burying my face into the canary yellow lapel. He shut his eyes as I attacked his neck, hands clawing at his sides.

His eyes fluttered closed, lashes tickling my cheek. "We need to go somewhere private," I growled in a voice I didn't know I possessed. He nodded.

"Okay," he said weakly.

There was an odd noise behind me. I turned, frowning.

A door had appeared out of nowhere, coming from the very wall it seemed. I grinned. I loved Hogwarts.

I grabbed his collar and hauled him toward it, letting him kiss me and slam me against it. I grabbed the handle while he kissed my neck, trying not to laugh at the tickle of his lips.

The room that greeted us had nothing but candles and a large four-poster bed. I grinned. He barely had time to catch his breath before I was kissing him again, allowing him to get my robes off.

"So, what is it you want from this?" He gasped. I rammed him against one of the posts, kissing him roughly.

"I want a horny little Huffelpuff." I was feeling him up through his dress shirt again, wanting it to be his skin. It would be better if we waited though. So much better. He kissed me, allowing me to tear his tie away and hastily undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Isn't- mmn! Isn't it a little unconventional for a- hah! –a Slytherin to like a-a Huffelpuff?"

"I could care less," I said frankly. He shrugged out of his shirt, taking off my tie and working through the buttons with clumsy fingers. I got impatient and simply tugged it over my head. I threw him on the bed, kissing up his chest to his breastbone, touching his chest. He bit his lip, closing his eyes and clenching the sheets.

I kissed his lips, letting my tongue toy with his plump and beautiful lips. He gasped, awaiting a kiss as I did, his breath quickening. I grinned, letting my lips brush his, my tongue just barely dipping inside to tease him. He whimpered. "Please."

I grinned wickedly, taking out my wand. "Accio ties."

They flew into my hand. I tossed my wand away, still smiling at him. He swallowed hard. "I have an idea," I whispered. "I think you know what it is…" He nodded. "You wanna try?" He nodded again, so fast his curls were a blur.

I tied the knots securely, tugging at them to make sure he wasn't going anywhere. He took deep breaths, staring at me with his wide brown eyes, pupils large with arousal.

I resumed teasing his lips, making him lean more and more, never allowing him purchase. He moaned again, whining as he could go no further. "Kurt!" He begged huskily.

I ran my hands up and down his arms, gently, so soft he barely knew I was there. He moaned, biting his lip.

"You're so soft," he whispered. I kissed his chest, unbuckling his belt. He shivered, watching me intently as I took off his pants. I stared at his toned, muscular body, working my hands over it again, toying with the waistband of his boxers, watching him writhe and squirm under my touch.

"Mmn…" He breathed, chest heaving. I kissed him, finally allowing him access to my lips. He did so with a violent fever, hungry once more. His tongue chased mine, mouth possessive and wanting. I allowed him the control…at least for a brief moment.

I took off my own pants, watching his eyes grow and his hips twitch. "Oh my god." He tugged at the binds, trying to touch me with no avail.

I trailed my fingers down his chest, kissing him deeply. He whimpered when I reached the front of his underwear. I palmed him through the thin fabric, grinning as he jerked and whimpered.

I chuckled in my throat. "Wingardium leviosa." He smiled a little before moaning again. I suckled his lips, still touching him. He ground his hips into my hand, whimpering into my kiss, tongue rapidly lapping at the roof of my mouth.

"You're really good at that," I whispered.

"Untie me and I'll show you what I'm really good at," he hissed.

Well, I couldn't refuse that offer, could I? The second his wrists were free he grabbed my thighs, sliding them up to my buttocks and pulling me into a kneeling position. I swallowed hard, helping him along with pulling my briefs down. He gasped at what he revealed, running his hands up and down my back and my chest , eager and more than ready.

He squeezed my butt again, bringing me toward him. He kissed the skin surrounding my hardened member, resting his cheek against my hip. "God, you're so soft…I didn't expect that from, from a Slytherin."

He pulled back, looking directly into my eyes as he wrapped his beautiful, plump, soft pink lips around me. I threw my head back, arcing into him. "AHN!" He stroked the skin of my backside, squeezing and groping desperately. The heat in my groin was impossibly hot, his tongue and lips working against me perfectly. He slid his hands in the crevice, teasing me. I screamed again, fisting my fingers in his hair.

"Oh-oh my god. You-! Blaine! NUAH!" I jerked my hips faster and faster into his mouth, gripping the headboard to steady myself. He continued to tease and rub my pucker, making me scream and writhe against him.

"Yes, yehes! MMMN! Wait, wait! I'll-!" I screamed, vision white and blank. He wiped his lips and looked up at me, smiling.

"Told you I was good at that." I sat back, looking at him. I kissed him, tasting myself when I did. He kissed me back.

"I didn't know that was something Huffelpuffs were good at," I smiled, still gasping for air. "I think it's your turn." I grinned. "Come here."

I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him into my lap. I started kissing him again, hands on his chest, tweaking and teasing the pert buds, making him gasp and whimper, swollen lips parted, body sweat slicked. He started moving against my thigh, shamelessly getting himself off.

"Oh, oh, yes!" He arced his back, leaning into my hands. "More, more, MORE!" I kissed and bit his neck, and it didn't take long for him to-

"KUUURT!"

Kurt and Blaine gasped awake at once. The movie they had been watching was over, the credits rolling slowly across the screen.

The two looked at each other, blushing furiously.

"Did you just…?" Blaine ventured. Kurt nodded, unable to speak. "Yeah, me too…"

They lunged for each other, kissing deeply, arms wrapped around each other as tightly as they could get them.

"Wait!" Kurt gasped, breaking them apart. "We can't. I…I can't." Blaine nodded.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," he breathed. "We just…Maybe we should stay at a distance for awhile," he offered.

"How?" Kurt said, exasperated. "We have a duet to sing Friday." Blaine bowed his head, shaking it.

"Maybe…maybe we should talk to somebody about it," he offered. Kurt turned maroon.

"L-like who?" he squeaked.

"Ms. Holliday, maybe?" He shrugged. Kurt shut his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was discuss this with someone outside of the two of them. He didn't even want to talk to Blaine about it…

"Maybe. I don't…" He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Maybe."

"I should get going," Blaine said, smiling softly. Kurt nodded, lips folded. Blaine kissed his cheek, brushing a finger under his chin.

"Don't worry so much, okay?" He said softly. "It's perfectly alright to feel this way, okay?"

"Still doesn't feel that way," he muttered. Blaine kissed his forehead.

"Try to get some sleep, darling."

Kurt sat back on the couch, sighing. He wasn't sure if sleeping was the best idea.