Stay a little longer and listen in, F
From Create Your Own Story
You could feel yourself growing more and more aroused as you listened, and the voyeur inside of you wanted to hear how this ended.
Still having some sense left in you, you pulled out your wand and cast a protective spell around yourself.
"camo praesidium" You whisper into the empty hall, cloaking yourself against the door. Dinner meant students were mostly running away from the classrooms, but that didn't mean you wanted catching doing whatever this was. You press your ear against the frame and tune yourself in just in time to catch Alex as he started speaking up again.
"Sir, we could sweep this all under the rug, forget about the whole thing - I'd do anything you want" He all but purred, his usually deep voice lowered a half octave to sound sensual. You heard a small amount of rustling, and your imagination filled in the rest. From the soft thud, you imagined Alex sat on the desk, centre of the room, trapped in by Johnson, arms trapping him in place as Alex runs a hand through the others blazer, tracing patterns in the fabric as he goes. "I mean, I'm sure a busy man such as yourself could use some stress relief. I'm pretty good at that".
Johnsons breath hitches so slightly you have to strain to hear what's going on. Again, your head fills in the blanks of what you can barely hear. Alex lowering his hand to trace a growing bulge that draws the breath out of his partner. Alex is a fire mage, and with practicing that kind of magic, comes an amazing skill with his fingers. There's so much minute precision needed in the hands, that he's picked up a few tricks. You mostly saw it in his piano skills, or slight of hand while playing cards, or … other activities, but it was always there, and now listening in to what should be a private moment, your reminded of just how good those fingers would be dancing along skin.
"Get on your knees" You flinch slightly at the tone of voice, it was cruel, contrasting Alex's teasing nature. It's telling about the dynamic they must have going on, and it leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Unfortunatly, you body didn't seem to care much about the mistreatment happening behind the door, the space between your legs getting wet with anticipation.
