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[After rounds, James makes sure he's alone before excusing himself from the Gryffindor common-room. Of course there's nothing unusual about a prefect going to the prefect's bathroom, but it is late, and technically, he shouldn't be out. He only hopes Randolph was able to get away.]

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[That does feel nice. He closes his eyes and leans in, laughing himself.]

I'll see about staying.

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[He has his own reasons for wanting to avoid James's parents, the ones he hasn't even told James, of course.]

I hope you can. Otherwise I'll spend a fortune in owl treats from writing to you.

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[James is hardly stupid. He knows all the pure blood families; they all do. There isn't any 'Lyall.'] You'd owl me?

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[At least he's been good enough not to talk about it. It makes Lyall quite uncomfortable.]

No, I would leave you to pine through the entire holiday without a single line.

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That sounds more like you.

[Affectionately, nuzzling in against his neck.]

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My project does promise to be quite absorbing.

[He smiles, then takes a step back.]

In any case, neither of us are nearly naked enough.

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I agree. We should do something about that.

[He leans down to kiss Randolph slowly.]

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[Lyall leans up to kiss back, pulling his wand out and murmuring the charms between kisses to get James's clothes off.]

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Trust a slytherin to cheat.

[He says it affectionately, despite everything, his own hands unfastening Lyall's robe and letting it pool at his feet.

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You mean 'trust a Slytherin to get what they want'.

[And what Lyall wants is to nibble on James's neck, right where it joins to his shoulder. He's not worried about leaving a mark, since it's easy enough to heal.]

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You'd better give those back to me later.

[Who knows where Randolph vanished them to. But his voice trails off under the assault, his head tipping back, leaving him open and exposed to Randolph's sharp teeth as he strips off his uniform.]

Randolph...

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If you are very good, I suppose I could be persuaded.

[He bites a little harder, the only way he's showing his impatience about how long it's taking James to get his uniform off.]

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[James likes taking his time. He likes running his hands over every part of Randolph's body as it's revealed, and he likes the way Randolph grows warm in his arms.]

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[Lyall is definitely heating up, pressing up against James in a way that probably isn't helping.]

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[He speeds up at the end, pushing Randolph's briefs down and drawing him back toward the tub with a slow, hard kiss.]

I'm glad you came.

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I haven't, yet.

[Sorry. He can't help the pun. He lets James pull him into the tub, making a pleased noise at the steaming water.]

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Not yet.

[James grins, pushing him back to the wall of the pool, pressing his body to Randolph's hard as he kisses him hard.]

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I hope you plan to fix that.

[He kisses back, sliding his hands down James's back.]

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Sit up on the edge of the tub.

[He pushes in, nuzzling against Randolph as he whispers the order. He has every intention of fixing it.]

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All right.

[He perches on the edge, spreading his legs and watching James with a calm expression that doesn't quite match how flushed he is. Of course, that could be the heat.]

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[The heat, of course. Nothing to do with James between his legs, sinking down in the bath to fit his lips over the tip of Randolph's cock. The bubbles taste like sweets and he laps them away, slowly working down Randolph's shaft.]

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[Randolph braces himself with one hand on the tile around the bath and slides the other into James's hair, eyes drifting to half-shut.]

Mmm, James...

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[He did promise to make sure Randolph came, and this will undoubtedly get him there. His hair falls over his shoulders and into his eyes, obscuring his face as he looks up to Randolph and hums, but doesn't draw back.]

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Ah, hell.

[It isn't going to take long, and Randolph's calm is disintegrating at an accordingly quick pace, leaving him moaning and eager for more.]

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[It's worth it, to see Randolph reduced to this state. James tips his head back forward, returning to work, his lips and tongue busy as he teases him. He wants the taste of Randolph in his mouth, washing away the sweet bubbles.]