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Dean Urquhart ([info]thebetterdean) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
Dean’s eyes walked over Stewart’s body, and smirked. He moved his eyes up to his face and looked at his lips for a while as he met up with him in the hall. Watching as his Stewart loosened his tie, only wanting to take if off for him. Once that thought entered his head he started wondering what it would be like to take off other articles of Stewart’s clothing. As Dean realized his thoughts he shook his head to get it away, he didn’t want to fuck this up.

As Stewart’s hand slipped into his, he almost jumped what if someone saw? Okay so nobody was going to see, and he liked the feeling of Stewart’s hand in his. Yeah this was right, not doing this with girls, this fit for him. He linked his fingers with Stewart’s as he was dragged off down the hall, and before he knew it he was pushed up against a wall.

Dean’s lips locked with Stewart’s, and his tongue dragged across Stewart’s lips. He didn’t want it to stop, no he didn’t. When he pulled away he was almost panting a bit, and all he wanted was to pull him back. Screw taking this one step at a time, all he wanted was to kiss him. He was distracted from the thought for a moment as a door appeared and he looked confused, but not at all surprised as this was Hogwarts, he was just more confused as to how Stewart found this place. As he looked in he smirked at what lay inside. “Nice,” he mumbled as if uncaring of what was inside, well if Stewart was standing in it he would care a bit more.

Dean walked into the room and took Stewart’s hand to get him in the doorway. He looked at him as the door closed behind them and his moved closer to Stewart. Dean’s eyes didn’t move from Stewart’s as his hand still held his and the hooked gently on the top of his jeans and he leaned forward to get his lips against his own. Oh did he ever want to just keep kissing him. He kept his lips against Stewart’s as he let go of his hand and moved it to his neck, deepening the kiss.


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