Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him in closer to the warm naked body. The hard shaft of the older boy slid between his cheeks, rubbing suggestively through his crease. Firm, moist lips traced his neck and shoulder. A hand slithered past his thigh and slowly, smoothly, sailed the length of his cock. He arched, bent, and curved into the touches possessing his body. He heard himself breathing ragged. He heard himself moan. The sounds lifted him from sleep.
Colin moaned again as he awakened to the beautiful reality surrounding him. "George," he breathed, begging sleepily in the uttered name not to stop.
"Colin," George replied, having successfully awoken the sleeping boy.
Colin let himself be molded into George, his small frame nestled into the long, lean, Quidditch toned body behind him, being carried, grinded, pumped and pulsed in perfect rhythm. He allowed himself to be pleased and to be used as an instrument of pleasure.
When they both got off, whispering each other's name, Colin was pleased that George turned him over and snogged him senseless.
"We have school today," George whispered against Colin's lips.
"Ugh, I don't think I can walk right, much less sit in a hard chair…What time is it anyway?"
"Uhhh…" George looked around until he spotted the addition to the room. "Shit it's almost nine!"
George flew off the bed, Colin right behind him, just as frantic. They scrambled to find their articles of clothing, Colin wincing every few steps.
"I have potions at nine! Snape's gonna give me detention for the rest of the year—fuck I have to go get my books! Shitshitshit!" Colin was close to tears at the thought of his impending doom.
"Hey," George had efficiently gotten all his clothes on, and walked to Colin. He swatted Colin's hands away and proceeded to button the frazzled boy's pants. "It's going to be fine. We'll get to the tower, grab your bag, and get to class. Don't worry about Snape; the worse he can do is give you detention and deduct points." Having completely dressed Colin and fastened his robes on, he pulled him into his arms and kissed him almost chastely on the lips. "What class is after Potions?"
Colin relaxed against George. "Transfiguration," he whimpered.
"Meet me across the hall from the Transfiguration room before class. I'll make you forget about Snape."
Colin smiled at the prospect and blushed, "Definitely," he whispered, pushing onto his toes to kiss George again.
They broke apart. George sauntered to the door and pulled it open. Looking back at Colin, "Let's go hot stuff."
"Ugh, coming." Colin waddled past George, who smacked his ass on the way past.
"Hey! I'm sensitive!" Colin complained.
"I'll give you something for that tonight."
"I'll take it cause I want it, but I don't think it'll sooth the ache," was Colin's quick retort.
George burst out laughing as they adopted a speedy walking pace toward Gryffindor tower. "I'll give your ass a break tonight. I meant I have a cream that will sooth the ache."
"Oh," Colin giggled. "Well, thanks. You going to apply it?" Colin said playfully.
"You're funny…another surprise from you. I like it."
"Nah, you're just rubbin off on me….in a different sense than you did a few minutes ago."
George laughed again. "Nice, very nice. And, yeah, I'm definitely applying it myself. Mmmm," he growled as he grabbed Colin's ass, biting his bottom lip.
They reached the common room shortly after, retrieved their bags and headed to class after exchanging a quick kiss before going their separate ways.