SWIMMINGGEDDON.

[wwistful]

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and YOU
TONE: Fun, WHIMSICAL, horrifying
RATING: PG-13 and onward
WHEN: September 7th
WHERE:  The Lake.
WHAT:  After this Murdoc realised the children (and staff) of Hogwarts were in dire need of swimming lessons.
STATUS: Ongoing

[GATHER AROUND CHILDREN it's a warm summer day and the lake is perfect for diving into your sudden but inevitable deaths. You should all be dressed in your swimming trunks (which you clearly have don't even lie) because Murdoc sure is. He's determined to conduct this in the best manner he can, though he wasn't quite expecting the turn out to be so large. People who can swim are welcome to become his assistants because he could probably use the help.]

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[greenmoonrising]

[Flushes and swallows hard, lowering his eyes and lashes shyly as he leans down a bit, hovering over Maxim's face as his lips automatically kiss at the fingers before he can think that this is very inappropriate, that they're out by the lake while there's a swimming lesson going on right next to them.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[Maxim makes a small noise as Bruce kisses his lips, his breath catching in his throat. He almost wants to slip his fingers into the other boy's mouth, to feel his tongue press against his fingertips as he sucks on them, but somehow, that seems far too intimate a gesture for the level of their relationship. Instead, he swallows thickly, licking his lips before propping himself up on one elbow, closing the distance between them. He presses kiss after tiny little kiss to Bruce's lips, his fingers stroking the corner of his mouth. He keeps them soft and light and sweet, watching the other boy's reaction from beneath his eyelids]

[greenmoonrising]

[Bruce let out a soft sigh at the first kiss, the next noises being muffled with each little kiss pressed to his lips, and he's surprised to find himself really really enjoying this. A lot.
It's warm and sweet and soft and his hand's smoothing over Maxim's sculpted abdomen to his chest, delighting in the feel of sun-kissed flesh absently as he returns the kisses after a moment's hesitation. His hand lightly curls over the Gryffindor's throat, feeling his pulse against his palm, and his kisses start to grow longer bit by bit, lingering more and occasionally he turns his head to kiss at the fingers again, and is that a hint of teeth nibbling at them? Surely not...]

[moveslikejaeger]

[He moans softly into Bruce's lips as the hand slides up his abdomen, arching his back to press up into it. He lets the other boy pick the pace of the kisses, expertly matching the movement of his lips second by second. When the hand comes to rest on his neck, Maxim tilts his head back further, exposing more of it to the other boy.]

[sighing at the feel of nipping at his fingers, he presses them in a little deeper, gently stroking Bruce's teeth]

[greenmoonrising]

[His fingers curl a bit more firmly into Maxim's throat as the boy tilts his head back, as if to possessively hold him in place as Bruce continues to kiss him. His teeth graze Maxim's lips before his hazy attention is drawn back to the fingers, eyes half-open and just a tad greener than their usual grey as he flicks his tongue over the digits without thinking.]

[moveslikejaeger]

[It takes all of Maxim's will power not to grab Bruce and pull him down on top of him. He knows the other boy isn't particularly comfortable with being aggressive, if only for fear of the wolf, but between the teeth and the hand on his neck, it's hard to maintain a submissive role while he's wanting so much more.]

[He moans appreciatively into Bruce's mouth with every bite, and he gasps as he rolls his tongue over his fingers] Bruce... [He whines, flicking his tongue out over the Ravenclaw's lips, pressing his fingers down onto slick muscle.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Bruce growls quietly against Maxim's lips and fingers at the whining, a bit of the wolf rising in his mind at the submissive sound, his eyes turning greener and pupils dilating slightly.

When the fingers are pressing down he lightly holds them in place with his teeth, tongue moving against the fingers with increasing roughness, twining around the digits.]