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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[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.

[samson]

[Brock doesn't even respond, just bows his head and grunts, gripping her hips hard as he begins to slowly pump into her.]

[molotov]

[Molotov just buries her head in her arms, to muffle the little sounds she can't really stop.]

[samson]

[Pretty soon, Brock is just pounding into her in earnest. He's been biting his lip to keep from making noises too, but that isn't really working all to well, so instead he leans down and keeps his mouth busy by kissing her jaw and neck and hair.]

[molotov]

[She kind of wants to hit him, something about him kissing her feels off, based on the conversation she knows they have to have once this is over. But instead, she just bites down on her arm and squeezes her eyes shut tight, groaning and trying to stifle herself.]

[samson]

[Hitting him would be rude, so it's good she doesn't do that!! Brock grips her hips harder and keeps moving, eventually giving up on kissing her to just lean his forehead against her shoulder instead. He's sort of muttering to her at this point, quietly, just repeating her name and telling her how good this feels.]

[molotov]

[Brow furrowed deeply, Molotov pants and swears softly in Russian, moving one hand back to grab hard at his head. She's close, so close.]

[samson]

[Brock's grasp on the English language starts to slip when she touches his head, and he just devolves into animalistic grunting, turning his head to breathe hard into her ear. He can feel something almost familiar about this, just on the edge of deja vu, but he's too distracted to give it much thought. It just feels right, and he moves his hand down to clutch at her thigh, fingers pressing into her skin.]

[molotov]

[There's a strangled little whimper as he grabs her thigh, and Molotov goes still and stiff, her teeth buried in her own arm to muffle herself. She gasps after a moment, clinging to the barrel as her legs turn to jelly, and angles her head a bit more toward his.]

[samson]

[Brock just mutters 'yes' under his breath when he feels her muscles tighten, and repositions his hands to get a better grip on her hips, moving a little faster and harder to finish himself off. Chewing on his lip, he leans his head against hers almost instinctively.]

[molotov]

[Molotov is just rocking along with him now, waiting for him to be done.]

[samson]

[It happens sooner rather than later, and he has to bury his face into her shoulder to muffle himself, making strangled noises of pleasure. His hands at her hips sharply tighten at the peak, then let up as he dissolves into heavy breathing and light kisses on the side of her head.]

[molotov]

[Her own breathing now calm, Molotov just makes a soft noise and turns her head towards his, gently pushing up a bit so that he'll let her stand straight.]

[samson]

[It takes him another second but, with a deep inhale and a long sigh, Brock straightens. He keeps his hands at her hips, though, wanting to keep her close to him for a little while longer.]

[molotov]

[Molotov clears her throat and smooths down her skirt, allowing him to hold her, but not really reciprocating. This is this part that will suck.]

[samson]

[It takes him a minute, but he realizes she's being a little standoffish and cranes his neck to look around at her face, frowning.]

What?

[molotov]

[She very deliberately doesn't look at him, and sets her jaw.]

I said we had to talk.

[samson]

[Brock sighs heavily, rolling his eyes up to look at the ceiling.] Right...