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Ryuuji still had his own clothes on. Ryuuji didn't have to stand there in a room that smelt of leather and them and try to get back into clothes that wouldn't remind him of what had just happened, what could have happened.

The room filled with a soft little cry as Terry leaned, one hand against the wall, the other on himself, leather pants around his knees as he gave in. His hand stroking smoothly, thumb twisting just the way he liked it, hips moving in time with his breath. He didn't think about the name he was whispering, didn't think about the images behind his eyes as he sped up, fingers scraping the wall as pleasure zipped along his spine, down his chest, up into his head, behind his eyes... "Ryuuji!" Terry arched as he came, barely having the sense to aim for the crumpled pile of black underwear.

He fell slowly, slumping onto the floor in a room that now smelled of sex and leather and took a few minutes to catch his breath. In a moment he'd fumble his new wand out of his pants and use Scourgify.

Ryuuji was still bent over outside, back against the wall, fingers digging firmly into his own thighs as he had to stop himself from trying to touch himself, from just shifting his hand a little further up and ignoring the fact that he was in the middle of an alleyway that wasn't quite isolated enough to let him get away with something like that. His breathing was harsh, jagged, and Ryuuji had to force himself to slide into a kata, five seconds between each inhalation and exhalation, each tenth breath held for a count of ten.

Cold. Cold. He was only in a t-shirt, oversized and faded, and he should have felt cold, but the warm flush under his skin refused to fade even as the air hit him sharply, gusts of spring wind making the loose locks of hair around his face wave wildly. Come on, body, get with the program! Kissing Terry is now officially over. Rocking against Terry, also over. Keeping him pinned and making him mewl? OVER.

He sucked in a shaky breath, then straightened up. If the wall hadn't been so dirty, Ryuuji would have probably hit his head against it repeatedly, but as it was, he cared too much for the fate of his hair to try anything like that. Instead, he curled his hands into tight fists, blunt fingernails pressing painfully against his palm, and focused on his breathing again. Calm. Calm. He was calm, he was self-controlled, he could deal with this.

And if he told himself that enough times, maybe his body would believe his mind.

It took Terry a few more moments to pull himself together enough to clean the underwear, pull it on for the feeling of one more layer of separation and pick up all the clothes. He was a little hesitant to go out and meet the salesman and owner; after all the man had just seen him in a somewhat intimate and intense moment. And he at least remembered they'd originally come here for a leash of some sort. It was all going to be suggestive as hell, but it had to be done.

Squaring his shoulders, he stepped out of the alcove and looked for what he'd had in mind when he'd cheekily suggested it to Ryuuji in the first place. A large empty counter caught his eye first and Terry set down his burdens there. And as if he'd been waiting, the owner stepped out through a set of cloth curtains and smiled. "Shall I box them up for you to take, or send them on ?" He noted Terry's shirtless state with a slightly arched eyebrow but said nothing.

"Can you send them to the school ? Is there enough money for the fee ?"

The wizard waved a hand. "Absolutely no problem." He watched Terry with his lack of shirt and his original thin leather coat on over him. "Will you be wanting anything else ?"

"A leash."

At the eyebrow's second rise in as many minutes, Terry felt himself flush a little, but acted as if his skin wasn't trying to get even pinker. "Something soft and expensive, hand made ? Red, preferably, with a collar of some sort." When a heavy hand pointed him towards a glass covered case, the owner's face graced with a knowing smile, Terry didn't flicker an eyelash.

Something life's blood crimson splashed out at him from, twines and strings of scarlet to wine against a grey velvet background. That one looked incredibly soft, napped like velvet and the buckle was actually tooled to look like a garden gate, complete with tiny leafy vines. Beside were four basically matching cuffs. Terry didn't ask if they were a set. Ryuuji couldn't be far away, he'd know exactly what they'd need, and technically Terry had chosen it. "I want that one, the gate, and whatever comes with it." He said. "I'll send in... my friend to sort out the details." And with a very relieved sigh Terry exited the shop, completely forgetting his plan to pick up another shirt as well since he didn't have anything on on top.

Ryuuji had been counting the bricks. In multiples of seven. Switching languages each time he passed fifty. Cerebral activity was a good change from thinking about more physical pleasures.

...Not that counting bricks was pleasurable, but at least it was distracting. And Ryuuji really, really needed distractions.

Calming down slowly, arousal almost fully gone, Ryuuji looked at Terry when he stepped out, cheeks stung pink by the cold and lips reddened slightly. Tone a little strained but approaching casual, he blinked at the lack of shirt but didn't let it distract him from his main point. "You are never, ever wearing those trousers in public. Ever." And I don't want you wearing them around anyone except me either but I don't have any right to ask for that, apart from the fact that I'm paying for them. And saying that makes you sound like my whore or mistress, so I don't think that would be a good move on my part.

With a laugh, he ran a hand through his hair, and tilted his head at the other, trying to gage Terry's level of... excitement. Except there wasn't one. And he smelt like sex, and Ryuuji instantly switched to breathing through his mouth, smiling as he did so to disguise it. Because Terry was shirtless under that jacket, and the scent of sex hung heavily over him and Ryuuji really didn't think that counting bricks was a fun enough exercise that he wanted to do it again. Yeah. Best not to comment on that.

Or think about Terry jerking off in a changing room, because of what Ryuuji had done to him. Not thinking about it. At all. Really.

His cheeks flushed a little more.

"I'll hide them at the bottom of my things." He returned with a slight smile, pulling his coat closed around him. Those pants were definitely going into a little bag in the corner of a truck. "I picked out the leash inside, and he said he could send everything to the school, but I don't know what sort of directions to give, my room, your room ... And you'd better check my leash choice too, just in case.

He didn't take a step towards Ryuuji, just shifted out of the way of the entrance enough and caught himself about to rub a hand under the coat to warm his chest. He caught Ryuuji's eyes then and looked away. He knew what he'd done to be calmer. If Ryuuji had managed it with pure self control, Terry wouldn't risk restarting the cycle.

His fingers curled into a fist and rested outside the coat, against the rapidly cooling surface. "Did you see any regular type shirts in there ?"

"Alright." Ryuuji pushed himself away from the wall, and shifted his weight from leg to leg, stretching them subtly. He just wanted to make sure that angry, fizzing frustration in him had died down, really, and the fastest way to check that was to see if his muscles were still tensed up from forcing himself to be still, or if they'd relaxed.

...Relaxed. Good.

Pulling both arms above his head, arching a little and tilting his head to a side, Ryuuji pressed himself up to his tiptoes, then blinked at Terry's question. Okay. He didn't have a shirt, because his shirt had been turned into underwear, and he either hadn't been able to turn it back or had decided to keep wearing underwear. Either way, he needed a shirt, and well, Ryuuji hadn't seen anything in there that wasn't made of leather so...

He dropped down into a more normal stance, then curled his fingers around the hem of his oversized t-shirt, pulling it over his head in a swift movement and then holding it out to Terry with one hand, hair slightly ruffled but expression casual, as if he didn't care that he was standing around half-naked in an alleyway. The ice-blue jeans rode low on his hips, a black belt wrapped tightly around them and pulled to its last notch to keep them from falling off, and the sharp planes of his hipbones dipped teasingly under the low waistband, the lean, etched muscles of his chest and abdomen a paler gold than the ring that glinted from his left nipple.
Not concerned about that, Ryuuji explained, "Here - you can wear mine. My jacket's lined with spidersilk, and insulated for extra-warmth. It's pretty much the same as wearing three layers and feels comfortable against bare skin; not to mention that when we're off-planet, I can just wrap it around my waist anyway and nobody'll care."

The recovery time of young virile teenage males is more than legendary. And Terry didn't appreciate it the way he probably should have when he reacted to the sight of all that pale golden skin. Bare. And tensing slightly from the cold. And the gold on the nipple that was reacting to the cold.

He licked his lips, gaze traveling from neck to collar to nipple and back again via Ryuuji stomach. Reaching out automatically the still warm shirt was clutched in his fingers and Terry squeezed it in both his hands. Ryuuji was just as distracting shirtless as he apparently thought Terry was.

"Trading doesn't balance out." He murmured, clutching his own jacket between his knees as he struggled into the shirt, unknowingly layering Ryuuji's scent over his own, and the after molecules of sex. Terry breathed deep, instinctively as the cloth passed over his own mouth and nose, however, and when his eyes peered out from the top of the shirt, they were dark. "

"Yeah?" And Ryuuji's voice was low and smooth, his breath having caught at the darkness of Terry's eyes and the way that he'd been watched, Terry's gaze raking over him and making heat start to simmer under his skin again. He licked over his lips without thinking, mimicking Terry, and rolled his shoulders slowly backwards, forcing the muscles on his chest into higher definition as he met Terry's gaze boldly, a hint of that challenging fire burning once more in the darkened green of them. One hand rested on his hip, stroking over the plane of his hipbone, thumb caressing the clean, smooth skin, and Ryuuji splayed his fingers out so that his middle finger just slid inside one pocket, as if it was touching a piece of paper money.

His tongue darted out over his lips again, obscenely red against the white of his teeth, and when Ryuuji spoke, there was a razorblade-against-stubble-rasp hidden under the liquid purr of his voice, "Then offer me something in exchange."

The smile that curved his lips was one of wicked invitation, and Ryuuji stepped forwards, practically radiating heat as he told the other, even more softly, even more temptingly, "Make it worth my while."

Terry's eyes followed every touch and flex, and he exhaled, softly, body beginning to relax, respond.

But then he gave a sharp grunt and punched his hand straight at the nearest wall. The sharp pain helped him concentrate and turn away. They'd just been over this. They'd just gotten over this. He took a few steps forward to put distance between himself, Ryuuji and the store. Grabbing the other man now, in public, when he was half naked wouldn't be discreet and they'd have Dick to deal with, they needed to be discreet. Which was one of the points of the collar anyway, and at this rate they'd never get there. What had happened in the shop was an accident, but it'd been controlled. It didn't have to continue.

He rubbed his bruised and slightly blood flecked knuckles, tongue still licking his lips.

For a second, Ryuuji wanted to lick the blood off Terry's knuckles, to take them into his mouth and clean them by sucking the dirt away. Because it would be Terry's skin, frayed and wounded, and Terry's blood, and Ryuuji's mouth would be warm and clean and healing. And Ryuuji wanted to touch Terry. Badly. With his fingers, with his lips - he wanted to be pressed against Terry, thigh-to-thigh, chest-to-chest, wanted to touch him everywhere and all at once.

And then sanity returned, and the heat in his eyes died, cold logic and concern replacing them. His stance shifted from seduction to exasperation, Ryuuji stalking forwards half-angrily and reached for Terry's hand, swinging the satchel off his shoulder on the way and drawing out a mini-medkit. Flicking the lid open with one hand, he grabbed an antiseptic wipe, free hand turning Terry's so that the knuckles would be upwards. Dabbing at the wounds lightly with the wipe, touch gentle even though his words were annoyed, Ryuuji scolded the other, "Idiot. Those walls are dirty. You could have ended up with an infection.

And this world is so weird, what if it had been a magical disease or something and your hand had dropped off within five seconds?"

The wipe was folded up, dirty-side in, and then palmed as Ryuuji snagged some round bandaids, the kind meant for wounds at the elbow, knee or anywhere else that flexed a lot, and then carefully placed them on Terry's knuckles. By way of finale, he dropped a kiss on the uninjured fingers, light and fast, then stepped away to close the miniature medkit and return it to his bag. Still half-worried, he told Terry, "There."

Pause, and more quietly, "Stop worrying me."

I've got an immune system. He wanted to say. And the germs here couldn't really be all that different. Children got scrapes everyday and he'd seen a couple of children around the village and the castle. Still he looked up a bit with a slight smile. "Go on inside and finish up. I'll stand here." Terry paused and then pointed to a nice out of the way corner where he wouldn't even get run over by an over enthusiastic dog. "Or right there. And I'll try not to do anything else stupid for at least another five minutes."

He glanced at Ryuuji's face again, then slipped his hand in Ryuuji's and sighed. "Or come along quietly where you can keep an eye on me and not be worried."

Giving Terry's hand a light, reassuring squeeze, Ryuuji decided as he started to lead the other back into the shop, "I think you should probably come with me. Otherwise, I'd come out to find that someone had talked you into smelling a bouquet of flowers laced with poisonous pollen or something, and that your nose had fallen off your face. Which would be a shame, since you have a nice nose, and a nice face, and I don't think that either of them would look as nice without the other."

Stepping back into the store, he headed for the counter and canted his head at the shopkeeper with a casual smile, not embarrassed in the least. "Hi - Terry said that he'd picked out a leash he wanted me to look at? I'd prefer if you had it shipped to the castle, care of the Slytherin Prefect."

"Everything, sir ?" He asked, tying the last bit of twine on a brown paper box, one of two that sat comfortably on the counter. "Or just the leash." He pulled out a third box where the leash, collar and cuffs had been nestled comfortably in a thin soft cloth.

The owner patted the two other boxes. "I've put the clothes in here."

"Ship everything, if you would." Ryuuji nodded, then tilted his head to a side, "Also, could I possibly have my jacket back? Keep all the change, like I said before, but I'd like to have something to wear out of the store."

He gestured at his half-dressed state apologetically, and gave the man a quick smile before realizing that his jacket could have been packaged up. Damn! ...Well, if it was, Ryuuji could just buy a new one. There had definitely been more than enough in his pockets to pay for that, since he'd intended on blowing quite a bit of it in Honeydukes. Hm. He'd need to get to the bank and make another withdrawal before they hit the sweetshop, then.

Not that it mattered. Their very next stop was to get Terry a collar, and that wouldn't need Galleons, thankfully. Ryuuji's magical signature, tied to his energy to prevent counterfeiting, would do for that. Especially since the owner of the store was a friend of his and he was known to most of the store clerks by sight, thanks to his on-going love affair with jewelry of all sorts, but especially customized. And rarer than True Love.

The man took a jacket out from behind the counter and put it down. It jingled. "I didn't pack it in case one of you two came back for it. If not I'd have to send it by separate mail." He looked mostly pleased at having acquired two new customers. "Though I did throw in an extra I think the young gentleman will like." His smile widened a bit, eyes flickering over Terry with a touch of appreciation before professionalism clouded them again.

"You two don't hesitate to come back and tell me how you liked my work."

Beside Ryuuji, Terry whispered. "You want the pants in your room ?" He had a mental image of Ryuuji molesting the poor empty thing and then shook it out of his head. This wasn't some strange type of obsession, even if Ryuuji had snapped their friendship into the fast lane and into something filled with 'on the rebound' complications.

"No, I just thought that it would be easier to have them delivered there so that you could pick them up. The House Elves are used to shunting things from the village for me." Ryuuji explained, whispering as well, then glanced over at the shopkeeper, turning his attention back to him.

The momentary flicker of appreciation hadn't gone unnoticed, resulting in Ryuuji giving Terry's hand a slight squeeze, possessively, but Ryuuji gifted the shopkeeper with an easy enough smile as he let go of Terry's hand in order to pull on his jacket once more. He zipped it up all the way to the high neck, the curve of it ending just under his chin, and a little star charm dangling from the end of the zipper. "Thank you, both for the courtesy and whatever the extra is. We'll be sure to return here again in the future."

Presumably, the man had already paid himself from the pockets, otherwise he'd be handing Ryuuji a bill, right?

The bill was more than paid and someone who made whips, cuffs and leather collars wouldn't stay in business long in Hogsmeade if he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He gave a friendly nod, and picked up the wrapped packages to arrange for them to be sent over.

Terry shoved his hand into his jeans, paused, and started tugging Ryuuji's shirt into his waistband. "Next stop off-world ?" The bandaid's caught a bit against the material and kept his concentration nicely on not thinking about unzipping to tidy himself up properly.