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Stewart smiled against Dean’s skin and then gave his neck another small kiss before readjusting himself and holding on just a bit tighter “Reputations, hmm,” Stewart felt his eyes closing, he just felt safe in Dean’s arms, after a few seconds of silence he nodded. It was understandable, not everyone was as comfortable with telling people everything as Stewart was, and he knew that. And he wanted Dean to feel safe, and not rush him with anything, especially when it came to something that sensitive. “It’s not a problem, I don’t need to tell a soul,” because this is enough… he thought, but held his tongue. This was enough- no need to push it.

Stewart would have stayed there all night if he could have. He’d forgotten all about the kissing and what else they could have done, because just being that close to Dean was comforting, and as intimate as he’d gotten with someone. Because to Stewart there was a big difference between having sex, and being close to someone, and it felt so right being like this with Dean. He just let out a small mummer of appreciation when he heard what Dean said, because it was just so… perfect. Just the fact that Dean, well his boyfriend, felt like that was amazing, and it made him dizzy just thinking about it. They stayed like that for a while, Stewart only moving to run his fingers through Dean’s hair. Before he knew it, it had been quite some time, and even though he didn’t want to, he knew that he had to get back to his dorm. He sighed and pulled away, an apologetic look on his face, and started kissing Dean slowly, while holding his hand. When he pulled away he gave Dean a small smile while biting his lip once more, “I need to get back, I can’t really be out after curfew, our prefects are bloody strict,” He said while sticking his tongue out. He then leaned forward, not kissing Dean, but certainly very close, and just looked at Dean’s eyes for a few second, noticing how when Dean would blink his eyelashes would get in the way.

“So, when’s our next date? I’ll bring the food, because,” Stewart pretended to scoff, “you have no idea how much I can really eat.” He laughed and kissed Dean’s nose once before standing up. He didn’t want to go back to the real world, honestly he didn’t. But getting detention this early in the school year was not on his to do list, but then again having a boyfriend wasn’t either, and that was working out well. Stewart dazed off for a second thinking about the word, boyfriend. It made him smile more than it should.