swear, some of these scenes come about from email conversations that have nothing to do with porn. or twins. and yet. co-operative effort, glock and lise.

 

"You almost done yet?" Fred leans over, pops his neck because George has two lines left and then they're done the Transfiguration homework and good riddance.

"Yeah, just," and Fred takes the parchement away with a lick at George's neck, and says,

"you're done."

"You want something, then?" and George is bemused. "Oh, all right. we can finish up later."

It's risky, oh so fucking risky in the dorm room and that's what makes it soooo good. "Yeah, I want something."

and then some stuff happens where they get sexy, like they always do, and then,

George licks his fingertip, and slowly presses it into Fred, slowly slowly slowly because no matter what this hurts and only kinda feels good, and Fred relaxes and is all "ohhhhhhh" so George shifts around to get his wrist in a better place. One finger in, that's all they'll do because it's enough and Fred barely lasts two minutes, George in him gently and fingers on his cock.

"ohhhhhhhhh," again, and George wipes Fred's stomach with the sheet. "Oh. god."

"Can I do the homework now?" Fred's hand is flailing limply, all over the place, and his forehead is sweaty. "You okay?"

"That was great," Fred says simply, and stretches out.