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Open RP: Great Hall: It's Alive!

The circles under his eyes are more pronounced than usual today. L slips into the Great Hall, to get himself a pot of tea. Once it arrives, he sits and pauses, to wait for it to steep. It needs to be stronger than this.

He's been pushing himself on a case the past few days. It's resolved now, but it was the first real challenge he's had since moving here, so he may have dropped off the face of the earth a little. Time to emerge and make sure everyone is still alive and well.

As soon as the tea is finished steeping, that is.

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One arm braced at the elbow just above L's head, Matt begins a slow, steady rhythm for them. The other arm he keeps free, tracing gloved fingers across L's chest, teasing at his nipples.

L lowers his hands and rests them on Matt's hips, inviting him to lose himself a little. Following the rhythm he's already set. Easy as anything.

"Did we even remember to lock the door, this time?"

Responsible sex is proving a lot more difficult than he anticipated.

"... fuck."

At least they're not right next door to A this time?

"It's fine," Matt says, kissing L's jaw. "Barely anyone visits me anyway. It's - ah. It's fine."

"I don't care." He's just amused by it.

"Keep, just like that."

"Good." There's a hint, just a hint of a moan in his voice and he presses down sharply.

"Tell me what you think of," he asks suddenly, still rocking. "Tell me what you think of when you're - when I'm not there."

"If I touch myself and think of you?"

Fisting a hand in Matt's sweater, eyes fluttering closed.

"Is that what you want to hear about?"

"Yes," and that really is a moan this time. "If you - please."

"Sometimes, when I work. If I have a moment between files or while videos load," his voice is low, strained, and needy, "I picture what you'd do to distract me. If you were determined, and wanted me. I imagine you leaning in, and nipping my ear, my neck. Sliding around, to straddle me in my chair. And you aren't wearing anything."

When L mentions it, Matt does nip his earlobe, then his throat. One hand finds its way to L's hair, fingers tightening involuntarily.

"I do want you," he murmurs. "What else?"

His voice cracks a little when he does, and he doesn't bother to disguise his enjoyment.

"Hm- I sometimes imagine doing the same to you, but invisible. Dropping down on my knees in front of you half way through a game and performing oral sex without a word, though you'd obviously know it was me."

"Oh, Jesus," Matt breathes, because now that's what he'll be thinking of.

"I see - I think of us sometimes. In the library, or the Great Hall, and - I reach over, under the table, and start touching you through your jeans. We need to pretend nothing's happening until neither of us can stand it any longer and - then we're back here. And I fuck you mewling."

"You, and I've told you to do something. Read out loud to me, smoke a cigarette. I bend you over something and we do it so slowly that you have to beg me, and I get to listen to you lose all your words, and watch the cigarette threaten to drop."

And he doesn't even like smoking.

"I would. I would beg you. There's one, where - you're in front of me, crouched between my legs but it's nothing but tiny touches and licks and - but you've asked me not to move, and all I can do is plead..."

His hands move to L's hips, crushing them closer together.

"I've imagined that too. On a computer chair, the kind that tips backwards if you lean to or fro, so that you can't even squirm without my being forced to stop. And when I take pity on you, I drag you down out of the chair and give you rugburns."

Arching fluidly into him, speeding up the rhythm a little.

His breath is hitching, and it's taking a lot of effort to keep it regular: no moaning, no short little gasps.

"God - want you to fuck me so badly --"

He doesn't mean now; he knows L is tired. But he wants it.

"Roll over, here." Pushing him sideways and- yes, he's tired, they're not going to do anything, but L can at least nudge, direct, take control. Guide Matt's legs a little further apart and push against him.

"Like this, do you think? First of all."

"Like this," Matt agrees, swallowing tightly. Letting L position him. His pants are stopping him from getting his legs much further apart, but he does best he can, trying not to just rock right back against L.

He takes a moment to pull Matt's pants down a little further, and off one leg (but leaving them hanging off the other) before grinding against him again.

"If it were practical, I'd bend you over the side of the pool, too."

"There must be spells." He presses his head against L's shoulder, pulling his skin between his teeth and sucking. One arm slips around L's waist and pulls him closer, tighter against him. "I'd - I like us, in the pool..."

L gasps hard, hips rolling smoothly, and turns his head just enough, baring his throat. He can only really nod at Matt, encouragingly. Researching spells sounds like a very good idea, he just isn't sure he'd be able to say so coherently.

And it's stupid, but the thought of L crouched quietly in the library looking through books of spells so that they can fuck in a semi-public bathroom sends an odd jolt through him. He wants to laugh but ends up moaning instead, kissing L's throat again and again.

"Going to - god, L, keep going --"

L obeys, whispering low, incoherent nothings at him and going just that little bit harder, that little bit faster. His toes curl and he clutches at the blankets.

"Matt, now, yes."

"Fuck - oh, fuck --"

Matt's back arches, his eyes snap shut. He stifles the groan against L's throat as he comes, unable to stop his entire body from spasming with it.

L moans, reaching awkwardly between them and resting his hand on Matt's stomach for a moment, feeling his breathing as he tries not to give in and thrust against him, hard.

Instead, he touches himself. All it takes is one brush of his hand, one push against Matt's hip, and L throws his head back and comes with a little cry of pleasure.

Matt makes a muffled, pleased sound, pulling L closer.

"Officially christened," he says, a little hazily.

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