Open Post: Hogsmeade

[courageous_wit]

[it's Saturday, so it's time to kick back and enjoy the lovely sights of Hogsmeade. Have a drink at the Three Broomsticks, grab some sweets from Honeydukes, or dare to check out the famously haunted Shrieking Shack! Just kick back and enjoy yourselves today!

This is technically only open to third years and above, but if you can sneak out without teachers noticing more power to you!]

[Three Broomsticks | Honeydukes | Zonko’s Joke Shop | Hog’s Head | Shrieking Shack | and feel free to make own sections!]

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[molotov]

[It isn't house prejudices, it's inborn traits! Molotov is a Slytherin through and through, she is all about the self-preservation.

With a smirk, she gives him a squeeze and then takes her hand away altogether.] It's fun.

[samson]

[That's dumb. You're dumb. Slytherins are dumb!!!

Brock snorts and bites down gently on her neck, sucking at the skin for just a moment. He knows he's not supposed to leave any marks where people can see, but it's hard. What's also hard is his penis, meanwhile.] Not as fun the alternative.

[molotov]

Fun for you. Figure out something fun for both of us.

[She does gently push his head away, though.]

[samson]

[He rests his forehead on her neck for a second, then pulls back to look around the shed. There are some barrels in here, so he nudges her that way, leaning back in to kiss her and snaking his hand down to grab her ass.]

[molotov]

[Molotov allows herself to be herded, closing her eyes as she kisses back. Her hands are on his chest, gripping at his shirt.]

[samson]

[Once they're over there, Brock grabs her by the hips and hoists her up onto the barrels to sit, immediately sliding his hand up under her skirt.]

[molotov]

[She gasps and writhes when he does that, locking her arms around his neck and squeezing his sides with her knees.]

im tagging on my phone so this is pretty much teen icon roulette now

[samson]

[He laughs quietly at her reaction, gently stroking at her as he takes his mouth away.] You're so funny.

[molotov]

[With a growl and a catlike arch, Molotov glares at him.] I'm not funny, don't say that.

[samson]

You're super funny. But it's cute, I like it. [He also likes..... sliding his fingers inside her!! So he will do that now, watching her face and biting the inside of his cheek.]

[molotov]

I'm not…

[But she cuts herself off with a sharp inhale and a groan, her eyes fluttering closed as she grabs a handful of his hair.]

[samson]

[Brock involuntarily breathes in sharply as well, and not because of how she's grabbing his hair. Toes curling in his shoes, he leans in to kiss the side of her neck again but just rests his forehead there instead. Damn it, he's getting so tired of hiding.

He moves his fingers slowly, taking his time, because she doesn't have a monopoly on teasing or anything.]

[molotov]

[Unfortunately for Brock, that doesn't work as well on girls. Molotov revels in him taking his time, mewling and scraping her nails against his scalp.]

[samson]

[Well, it's gonna bother her eventually! The real test is seeing if he can hold out long enough.

Still, he hushes her, laughing a little. Not cruelly or anything -- of course -- but she's just really cute, jeez.] Shhh. Somebody's gonna hear you.

[molotov]

And it will be your fault, won't it?

[But her words are a little strained, as she tries to scoot forward on the barrels. She's going to get a splinter in her ass.]

[samson]

If I remember right, you're the one who wanted to have sex, Koktiz.

[Then she starts scooting, and no! No, no. Brock bends down to kiss her again so he can muffle the sounds he knows are coming, placing his hand on her hip to keep her still as he moves his fingers faster.]

[molotov]

[Well, she was going to answer, but instead she grabs both sides of his face and kisses back hard, moaning and gasping into his mouth. Her hips are still moving a little, but he's got a pretty firm grip on her.

It only takes another minute or so before she squeals against his mouth and goes stiff, shuddering and digging the heels of her shoes against his calves.]

[samson]

[Brock responds with a muffled noise of his own, curling his fingers up behind her pubic bone and waiting for her to come down before he moves away. He doesn't want to risk her screaming out lout and attracting attention.]

what is that icon even

[molotov]

[She gasps a few more times, then pants, pushing him away gently.]

Stop, stop, wait a minute, budet.

roaring in ecstasy idek

[samson]

[Brock is a little annoyed at being pushed away, because come on! Fingering!]

What?

[molotov]

[She keeps pushing him, until she has room to hop down from the barrel and stand. She pauses for a moment to strip off her jacket, which she lays out, then bends over forward, standing a bit on her toes even in heels.]

Okay.

[samson]

[Brock's eyes go wide, because goddamn, that is like his favorite thing ever in the universe. What a great secret girlfriend!]

You're so good to me. [He pushes his trousers down and steps closer to her, grabbing her hips and experimentally squeezing her. Could he bruise her here? Would she let him? Nobody else was supposed to be looking up her skirt, anyway...]

So, uh... can we...?

[molotov]

For Merlin's sake, Samson! Nyet, the regular way!

[She's bouncing a bit on her toes.]

[samson]

[S I G H . . . someday.

But, fine. He squeezes her hips again to make her stop bouncing, then holds himself steady as he slowly pushes inside her.]

Just be... [Whoops, distracted.] ... uh, quiet. God...

[molotov]

[She makes a soft noise and bites down hard on her lower lip, back arching.] You be quiet, you are the loud one.