Those words, spoken in the ancient tongue did something to Blaise and thrust up, hoping to find Kingsley's mouth right there... Unfortunately, he met nothing but air, heated, burning, pressurized air that wrapped around him and pulsed and twisted until he was a wreck and coming all over his lap and his stomach.
Kingsley stood up and moved away, a smirk on his dark face. "Good. You're young, little one, but I can see you have great power inside you." He moved back around the table, waiting for Blaise to tiredly drag himself off of it and into his chair, his trousers still undone and the evidence of his pleasure still visible. "Let me help you." Kingsley pulled out his wand and set Blaise to rights.
He seated himself and waited until Blaise looked him in the face. "Mr. Zabini, I will make a note of your condition in the private files, but rest assured, it will go no farther than us for the time being." His voice was clipped, the welcoming richness of it muted with those words.
"I take our interview is over then?" Blaise asked as he stood up from his chair.
"The interview is over, Mr. Zabini, but I look forward to furthering our acquaintance outside of Hogwarts. After all, you'll be needing a sympathetic sponsor after all this trouble, won't you?" The auror's smirk was pronounced as he watched Blaise think on his veiled offer.
"It behooves me to gain the most knowledge from the best source. So, yes, we'll meet again." He walked out of the room, closing the door carefully behind him and then collapsing onto the wall nearby. His legs were like rubber, he hadn't orgasmed like that in...ever!
"Parkinson, Pansy report to the Transfiguration Classroom."
Blaise pushed off of the wall and walked slowly back toward Slytherin. He had to write his mother about the newest man in his life.
Those words, spoken in the ancient tongue did something to Blaise and thrust up, hoping to find Kingsley's mouth right there... Unfortunately, he met nothing but air, heated, burning, pressurized air that wrapped around him and pulsed and twisted until he was a wreck and coming all over his lap and his stomach.
Kingsley stood up and moved away, a smirk on his dark face. "Good. You're young, little one, but I can see you have great power inside you." He moved back around the table, waiting for Blaise to tiredly drag himself off of it and into his chair, his trousers still undone and the evidence of his pleasure still visible. "Let me help you." Kingsley pulled out his wand and set Blaise to rights.
He seated himself and waited until Blaise looked him in the face. "Mr. Zabini, I will make a note of your condition in the private files, but rest assured, it will go no farther than us for the time being." His voice was clipped, the welcoming richness of it muted with those words.
"I take our interview is over then?" Blaise asked as he stood up from his chair.
"The interview is over, Mr. Zabini, but I look forward to furthering our acquaintance outside of Hogwarts. After all, you'll be needing a sympathetic sponsor after all this trouble, won't you?" The auror's smirk was pronounced as he watched Blaise think on his veiled offer.
"It behooves me to gain the most knowledge from the best source. So, yes, we'll meet again." He walked out of the room, closing the door carefully behind him and then collapsing onto the wall nearby. His legs were like rubber, he hadn't orgasmed like that in...ever!
"Parkinson, Pansy report to the Transfiguration Classroom."
Blaise pushed off of the wall and walked slowly back toward Slytherin. He had to write his mother about the newest man in his life.