Jackson (jax_london) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-10-04 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: adrian battye, character: jackson london, thread: complete |
Who: Adrian Battye and Jackson London
When: Saturday 3 October after dinner
Where: Room of Requirement
What: Reading a letter… and comforting each other...
Rating/Warnings: Smut
Status: Closed/Complete
Jackson had not fully expected a reply to the letter he had sent. It had been over a year since he had even seen his parents, and while he guessed he should have let them know he was alive, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Now he had though, and now he sat quietly playing a few soft notes on the piano, his eyes fixed on the note the owl had brought to him. It was in an envelope still, and he couldn't help but stare. At the same time though he was terrified to open it. He couldn't help it. He knew deep down that he didn't deserve to be forgiven for anything he'd done and so he could not think of anything but the fact that he didn't deserve anything more than a dismissal. That thought and the fact that he knew that the letter was probably filled with loathing made him sort of want something to make it go away, the feelings and the fear.
He played a few more notes, denying his mind and body the ability to escape with a potion or a bottle. Adrian deserved better than a boyfriend that would turn back to things like that at the slightest hint of trouble. He had to start handling things better. Not that sitting and staring at a sealed envelope was handling anything. He had to figure out a better way to deal with this. He had to open that letter. But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to even touch the paper, not right now anyway. He had to figure this out. He had to do something.
Again he tapped a few keys and sighed quietly. His eyes moved from the letter to the door, then back again. He had told Adrian. Maybe he could have him come sit with him. It would be a distraction from the letter at least. Maybe he could even get up the courage to open it if Adrian was there with him. He was a Gryffindor! He was acting like a coward or a child, but there was nothing for it. He was incapable of touching or opening the letter by himself. And he had no idea what to do now.
Adrian had been participated in the hide and seek. Mostly because Molly was organizing it, but also he was hoping it would make some classmates feel less lost. He had set himself in some ways as a game monitor rather than an actual player. When the game was over though, he found himself in the upper floors, and it made sense to go all the way to the seventh floor. Jackson hadn't been playing, and there was a chance he was here, playing the afternoon away. It was one of the ways that Adrian knew Jackson escaped. He couldn't help his sister, but maybe he could be there for Jackson, if was needed.
Adrian opened the door, not knowing if Jackson would be there or not, but not entirely surprised to see the other boy seated at the piano. He didn't hear playing - not really. Some random notes, but Adrian had expected Jackson would have been mid-song, not still warming up.
Jackson glanced up when he heard the door open, obviously weary. A slight brightening of his expression as he saw who had walked in and he shifted back from the piano, rising to walk to his friend. This was a bigger distraction than the piano, he could look at Adrian and not look at the letter sitting above the keyboard. He didn't know what to do about it, but if he could spend some time with Adrian maybe he would feel braver.
He brushed a kiss on his lover's lips and smiled, obviously still tense but trying to keep himself settled while Adrian was there. Not that even the presence of his friend didn't help - Adrian tapped into the tiny well of calm in Jackson and helped him manage things.
Adrian wasn't going to complain when Jackson greeted him with a kiss. Despite his careful nature and the reservation with which he did everything in this relationship, it wasn't because he didn't like kissing Jackson. Adrian wrapped his arms around his friend as he kissed back. "You weren't playing." Adrian murmured in the break between kisses.
"Wasn't feeling playful today." Jackson's eyes almost unconsciously went back to the letter when he spoke, though he continued to hold Adrian close to him. Being that close was a good feeling, and he sighed softly. "Did you have fun?" Because clearly his friend had taken part in the game to some degree if he was noting that Jackson hadn't.
"It was like prefect duty," Adrian admitted. "Someone needed to keep track of where people were hiding in general so no one got lost… accidentally. A couple people deliberately got lost." Turner for example, but he tended to get lost. Adrian kissed at Jackson's neck and settled at his ear, knowing already it was a direct line to Jackson's pleasure. "Why aren't you feeling playful?" Adrian asked softly, concerned as always for his friend. Adrian had seen but not understood the glance toward the piano.
A soft growl as Adrian settled by his ear and he reached to pull him closer, needing as much contact as possible right now. In answer to the question he motioned at the piano and the white envelope sitting on it, a small frown curving his lips.
Something about the piano. No something on the piano. "What is it?" Adrian asked, still kissing Jackson's neck - kissing the corner of Jackson's frown at the envelope became the focus.
"They replied." There was really only one way Adrian could interpret that he knew. Adrian knew he'd written home. In fact, he was the only one that knew it. "I don't know what it says." This admitted more quietly, a hint of shame in his face at what he saw as his cowardice.
Adrian stopped kissing Jackson at his first words, his eyes going - not to the letter but to Jackson's face. He swallowed at the whispered insecurity. "It isn't a wizard letter… so you know it can't be a howler," Adrian tried to reassure his friend. Adrian dreaded howlers, even at seventeen years old.
"Could be worse than a howler." Because while he had never gotten the red screaming letters, the potential of disappointment from his parents - even if he expected it - pained him. He took Adrian's hand and held on tightly, needing the comfort just being with the other boy tended to offer.
"Or it could be good," Adrian had always liked Jackson's parents when they were younger and had not believed they were not worried about Jackson's disappearance from their lives… except he also know the depth of the loss the family had suffered, and that people were sometimes the worst versions of themselves, not the best.
Jackson shrugged. He didn't expect it to be good. He looked over again and then moved to sit in a chair that until a second before hadn't been there, his eyes on the letter, conflict clear on his face. He should open it, yes, but it was hard given what could be in it.
Adrian could see the conflict. It was obvious. He wanted to help, to shield Jackson a little if he could. "Do you want me to open it?" Otherwise, Jackson might stay in this paralyzed and trapped state. Adrian expected the offer would prompt his friend to open the letter, but would open it if Jackson wanted.
Jackson looked at Adrian for a moment, then nodded. He couldn't do it right now and he didn't know if he'd ever be able to. It was far too much for his brain to process, knowing that it could be a dismissal entirely and there would be nothing he could do at all about it.
Adrian felt the weight of everything Jackson had gone though for the last year. All of that emotional weight made Adrian slow to pick up the envelope. Slow to open it, watching Jackson not the letter. The entire room felt impossibly small. Adrian had to break eye contact with Jackson to read the response, his eyes flicking over the words as quickly as possible so he could get back to watching Jackson.
Jackson didn't speak at all as Adrian scanned the letter, his short nails digging into his palms hard, trying to calm himself. He didn't know what to expect and his friend's face didn't tell him anything right now, though he couldn't really manage to gauge anything about anything right now. He was trying far too hard to breathe and focus on not tearing at his hair in fear.
"They are glad to hear from you…. they were worried." Adrian murmured softly, holding the letter to Jackson. He felt a little odd explaining it to his friend, but at the same time was glad to be able to support him in facing this fear.
Jackson took it as though it still might bite or burn him, or perhaps change from the words his friend read into something entirely different. His eyes moved over the page, devouring the words, his eyes filling as he saw that what he was told was true. They missed him. They still loved him. Even after everything he'd done and how little he deserved it. His eyes moved to Adrian after he finished, wanting him to come closer so he could... He didn't even know.
Adrian had not gone very far. He'd stayed next to Jackson when he handed over the letter. He watched Jackson reading it. He knelt beside Jackson, putting his hand on his friend's leg as he read it. He was waiting for Jackson… whatever his friend needed. When Jackson looked up again, Adrian gave him a soft smile. Adrian had written a couple letters to the London family after Jess's death. He'd tried to tell Jackson his family loved him still, but he hadn't been in a place to hear it.
Jackson smiled slightly back and leaned to brush his lips over Adrian's, his hand moving to the other boy's cheek to hold him in place. The hand on his leg was touched with his other hand, fingers again twining with the other as well. The kiss was not gentle, like usual, but needy and demanding all at once. He needed this contact, this connection.
Adrian wasn't expecting the kiss he got. He had expected something soft, awed, celebratory. Something like that. Not the raw need Jackson gave him. His mouth opened largely in surprise at the kiss, though he quickly adapted. Adrian was nothing if not responsive. He shifted closer, meeting Jackson's tongue with his and pressing closer.
Jackson moaned into Adrian's mouth, pulling the other boy closer to him and holding to him tightly. His lips soon moved from mouth to neck, and he nipped softly at the skin there. He wanted to make his friend feel good, and he wanted something to bring him down from the various emotions rushing through his mind and body right now.
Adrian and Jackson were at slightly cross purposes - Jackson wanted to make Adrian feel good, but this was Adrian's primary goal for Jackson. He had the advantage of the fact that he was the one kneeling in front of Jackson though. The joined hands shifted up Jackson's thigh.
Jackson met Adrian's eyes as he considered their need for a bed, smiling slightly as it appeared. He took the other boy's hand and pulled him up, nodding over to it. It would be more convenient and comfortable if they could kiss and touch each other more freely, and the bed would grant that ability.
Adrian arched a brow at the appearance of the bed, but smiled at Jackson. If this was Jackson wanted - needed, then he was happy to oblige. And well, the bed would be more comfortable. "What do you want me to do?" Adrian asked as they sat on the bed. He was reaching for Jackson's shirt as he asked, seeking skin.
Jackson reached for Adrian's shirt at the same time. They both needed less by way of clothing right now. Jackson wanted to be able to touch and tease and just feel things other than the pain that had lingered for so long. "Lie down?" Because he could touch his friend and be touched and kiss and whatever ended up happening would be good.
Adrian did as he was bid, laying back on the bed, though he pulled Jackson with him with one hand on (in) Jackson's waistband. The other hand traced over Jackson's chest and stomach, until they were again in contact skin to skin, chest to chest.
Jackson felt the heat of his friend's body against his, and one hand moved to Adrian's side, tracing along his hip. His lips went to Adrian's neck next, biting softly again. "Tell me what you want..." Because there wasn't anything he would turn away from right now. He just needed more.
"I want to make you feel good," Adrian answered with simple honestly. The kiss, teeth on his neck caused an obvious response in Adrian's pants. He was pressing against Jackson, and into him, seeking to get closer. The need was building.
Jackson nodded. "I want you." It was a simple statement, rasped out, the way he was moving against his friend making it obvious exactly what he wanted. His lips continued along Adrian's neck before nipping his earlobe softly. "Need you..." Because this was far more than just simple wanting now.
Adrian bit his lip at Jackson's request. They would have to rely on a lubricating charm, since he had not actually brought a lubricating gel with him. But he could - would - do anything Jackson needed. "Okay," he agreed, his body shifting against Jackson's as the idea of what the other boy wanted showed itself further in Adrian's body.
Jackson knew well enough how to do this, and his palm stroked over Adrian's growing erection as he unfastened the other boy's pants and carefully started to remove them. His eyes moved to his friend's, losing himself in the deep blue for a moment before he continued. "If you want me to stop, just tell me..." And he stroked his hand again over Adrian, skin to skin this time.
Adrian shifted his hips as Jackson undressed him, making it easier to get rid of his pants. "I don't want you to stop." Adrian argued as Jackson began to touch him. He leaned up to kiss Jackson's' mouth, and reached to help remove Jackson's pants in return. He meant it when he said he wanted Jackson to feel good. If this was what Jackson needed in this moment, it was easy to provide.
Jackson allowed Adrian to help him with his pants, one hand still stroking over the other boy. Once his pants were out of the way too he murmured charms to lubricate Adrian, not wanting to hurt him. One finger stroked along Adrian's ass, gently and carefully slipping inside, still working on his erection at the same time. He wanted this to be right, and good for both of them.
Adrian squirmed with the pleasure of Jackson's invasion. His breaths came faster. There was a palpable anticipation. This was not just friends pulling or sucking each other off. This was more. The more Jackson had said he wanted since they first decided they were 'more than friends'. The more that Adrian had been thinking about since the first time he had touched Jackson in the shower more than a month before.
Jackson could feel himself throbbing as he watched Adrian squirm under his touch. He couldn't imagine a better sight than this, and he very carefully, slowly, slipped another finger into his lover, watching carefully for discomfort. He had to hold back, open Adrian up so he didn't hurt him, and no matter how much he just wanted to bury himself in his friend, he had to take it slowly at first.
Adrian's respond to the second finger was audible. It felt uncomfortable and wonderful at the same time. It had been a while since he'd had this kind of sex… and the first time he and Jackson were indulging in this kind of intimacy and play. He wanted to rush it; he wanted Jackson inside of him. He bit his lip instead, trying to will himself to relax so that they could do more.
Jackson watched carefully, monitoring his lover's responses to his touch. A tiny smirk curved his lips as he moved one of his fingers, stroking Adrian inside as he stroked over his erection, slowly and teasingly. "You want more?" Because he did, and he was aching now, needing to be inside Adrian and surrounded by the other boy, instead of just watching him writhe - though honestly watching that was part of why he needed more so quickly.
"I want you," was the simple answer Adrian gave. He needed Jackson to have as difficult a time formulating thoughts as he was feeling with Jackson's touch. That was the point of this after all. Jackson needed the escape, and Adrian could provide it.
Jackson pushed his fingers in a few more times, trying to ensure that Adrian was loose and lubed enough to take him. Once he judged that he was ready, Jackson removed his fingers and carefully positioned himself to enter Adrian. He pushed in very slowly, hardly a half inch at a time, though it was obvious that he was forcing restraint on himself so he wouldn't hurt his friend, and his body was tight as he moved, slowly opening Adrian even more for him.
Adrian made a long moaning sigh when Jackson finally began to enter him. There was no going back now. But Jackson was going too slow - too carefully. Adrian shifted his body to force Jackson into him deeper - faster. Jackson's pleasure relied on being inside him.
Jackson met Adrian's eyes as he moved, still slowly. "I don't want to hurt you..." His accent was coming through full force, his voice catching in his throat. He had to be careful because Adrian was a lot smaller than him and it was important to not hurt him in any way.
Adrian would normally smile at Jackson's accent - at what it meant. But Jackson was still being far too careful. Far too much in control. "I'm not a virgin," Adrian murmured, shifting his hips again to encourage Jackson deeper.
Jackson couldn't help it anymore. The way Adrian was moving, the sound of his voice? It was too much and he pushed the rest of the way in, his hand moving to Adrian's erection and stroking it- his thrusts starting slow, yes, but soon speeding up, his eyes fixed on those of his lover as gasps and moans escaped him.
"Finally," Adrian whispered when Jackson finally entered him properly and then began to move inside him. Next time, they did this, Adrian would have to remember to make sure they were positioned so that he was in control of the depth and pace, rather than Jackson. Being able to see Jackson's face though - to have Jackson's hand around Adrian's cock stroking him in time to the trusts though… "Merlin…"
Jackson moaned again, a bit louder. His body was fixated on the pleasure he was getting, with the only other thing in his mind now that he had to get Adrian off too. He stroked him more firmly, knowing the pace the other boy enjoyed best. He pushed into him harder and faster, needing and wanting to cum, and wanting to see Adrian's face as he did too.
The pace was wrong though with Jackson inside him… Having him inside him made Adrian that much more responsive… made him cum faster than Jackson would have expected. Shit it was too soon… Jackson wasn't there yet. But Adrian was already ejaculating into his friend's hand.
Jackson smiled at Adrian - he was close, but not that close yet. His pace slowed slightly again, wanting to give the other boy some recovery time. He didn't know if he should pull out and go manual, honestly - this wasn't something that had happened before, but he leaned and brushed a kiss over the other boy's lips, waiting for indication on what to do.
Adrian was confused… Jackson was slowing down… was kissing him. He didn't feel Jackson come though. "Sorry," Adrian apologized for having come so quickly, since obviously that was a problem. "Made a mess…" And every time he tried to encourage Jackson into him, he didn't react.
Jackson was still moving within Adrian, the friction good against his erection but not enough to get him off yet. "I want you to feel good. Don't care about mess." He licked his hand, meeting Adrian's eyes, obviously favoring the taste of his lover. "I...want to cum inside you..."
Adrian felt good… he'd just come… but this was supposed to make Jackson feel good and Jackson had slowed down again. Did Adrian not feel right? "Then why did you slow down?" Adrian asked, still breathless from what they were doing.
"I...don't want to hurt you..." Gasped out- he was trying again to restrain himself but his hips were moving without restraint now. He couldn't help it. It felt way too good to be inside Adrian, he didn't think there was anything he could compare it to in his mind. It was just somehow right.
"You can't." Adrian shifted his hips again, trying to urge Jackson deeper - despite being able to feel his balls against his cheeks. He wanted more. He wanted Jackson to get off. Adrian wanted him to come. "You can keep going…. until you come."
Jackson was a little confused at the statement that he couldn't hurt Adrian, but he picked up his pace again, his eyes still on his lover's. Looking at the other boy it really didn't take long before he was coming, his body tensed with the pleasure of it. He collapsed slightly to the side of Adrian, wrapping arms around him and pulling him close, trailing soft kisses over his neck.
That was better. Just because he'd come didn't mean that Adrian didn't enjoy the feeling of Jackson moving inside him. He did. And the feeling of Jackson coming too - being able to see the pleasure in Jackson's face as he moved in Adrian. And finally Jackson came. Adrian couldn't describe what it felt like, other than he liked the way it felt in Jackson came inside him. He ran his hands over Jackson's back turning his head so Jackson could kiss him, and then moving to capture those lips with his own.
Jackson smiled against Adrian's lips, holding him close. The feeling of the other boy's slim, muscled body was good too, and he ran his hands over the bare skin softly as they kissed. A few thoughts popped into his head with regard to the way Adrian had responded to him, but he didn't want to think too hard on that right now, on what it told him about his lover's past. Right now was about holding and kissing and coming down.
Adrian wanted to make sure that Jackson came down slowly, that the pleasure was still Jackson's focus. He wanted to make sure Jackson felt good. KIssing him, touching him. Making sure Jackson felt good, and he felt good beneath Adrian's hands.
Jackson sighed, curling close to Adrian and kissing him lightly. He wasn't sure what to say. Sex with anyone had never felt that good and he was still trying to process it all. He ran his fingers through Adrian's hair gently. "So good..." Because what else could he say?
Adrian smiled at that. Jackson had enjoyed it. And his hands felt good in Adrian's hair. "I'm glad." It would be a little while before either of them could go again, but at least, for the moment, Jackson felt good. "We can do it again later." Adrian teased. Probably only once more, for intercourse at least, but he could make sure Jackson felt safe and good.
Jackson smiled too and nibbled lightly along Adrian's neck. "That would be good. And for now there's this." He trailed his fingers over Adrian's smooth skin, relishing the feel of it against his hands. It was good and right, the pair of them being there.
"This is good." Adrian agreed, kissing at Jackson's neck, moving to his ears since he knew it had a strong effect on Jackson. And well, his hip bone felt good beneath his hand. They could take their time. But not too much. Adrian wanted to keep Jackson happy, and he was apparently less patient sexually than Jackson was. But for now, kissing was good, touching.
Jackson growled softly as Adrian started to kiss at his ears, his hips bucking up slightly. His eyes moved to look over the other boy and he stroked his fingers down his new and chest. He liked this, liked knowing that he had this wonderful man sleeping with him. His fingers trailed down further and traced over Adrian's abdomen, still hyperaroused even without an erection currently.
That growl made Adrian happy, as did the way Jackson's hips moved. He wrapped one hand along Jackson's jaw as he worked his mouth, teeth, and tongue along Jacksons' ear lobe. He was aware too of every place their bodies touched, and shifted to add just a touch of friction where his hands couldn't reach.
Jackson felt his body responding. It wasn't long enough that he could get another erection yet, but sparks of pleasure were shooting through his body and he arched to Adrian's hand, to his skin against his body and the feel of his lips and tongue on Jackson's earlobe. That seemed to be the center of the pleasure now, though he knew it would expand.
Adrian slowly shifted their positions so that Jackson was beside him rather than on top of him as he worked his way across Jackson's head from one ear to the other, pausing along his friend's neck and mouth. And Jackson's body drew Adrian's focus. He knew that Jackson's ears were easy targets… but wondered if he could find others tonight.
Jackson savoured the touch, yes, but he wanted to do more. He wanted to touch and explore Adrian as well, and so when Adrian started trailing his mouth over various spots, Jackson started to do the same with his hands. He didn't know the other boy's body as well as he would like, but he could change that. His fingers soon moved along Adrian's side, delicately tracing along the lean muscle and watching for reactions.
Adrian wasn't as obvious in his reactions in general - he didn't growl like Jackson did when he particularly liked something - but neither were his reactions invisible… There was a change in Adrian's eyes though, and a subtle shifting to make the access just a little bit easier.
"You like that?" A smirk and Jackson continued to delicately brush fingers along Adrian's side. He liked the thought that he had found a place that pleased his lover that easily, though he would obviously be looking for more as well, and his other hand started working further down Adrian's body.
"I like when you do that, yea," Adrian admitted, a slight blush coloring his face. It was a silly thing - to respond to such an simple touch. At least Jackson needed proper attention paid to his ears.
"Don't blush. I like knowing what makes you feel good." Because it was important to him to make Adrian feel good, and if he liked his side touched, there was nothing wrong with that. Jackson shifted slightly and moved to kiss along Adrian's side, temporarily pulling from the contact with his ears.
"It's just… simple." Adrian explained, his entire body tensing at the contact of Jackson's lips. The pleasurable kind of tension. One small part of him wanted to move to end the contact, but the rest of him shifted his body so Jackson could kiss him more easily.
"And you enjoy it." Which made it something Jackson wanted to focus on, and he started trailing kisses all over his side, one hand moving lower again and tracing over the delicate flesh of his lower torso to his upper thighs.
"There is a lot to enjoy in general." Adrian pointed out, as if his side wasn't some kind of particular place. Even with Jackson focusing his attention on Adrian, Adrian was continuing to touch and trying to stimulate Jackson too - what he could reach.
"And I want you to enjoy all of it." Jackson traced fingers over Adrian's thigh and teasingly kissed his stomach, knowing that his fingers had a good deal of skill in movement and he could do quite well to stimulate his lover.
Jackson's hands were finding their way to Adrian's other sensitive place, though Adrian didn't direct him, and focused on the contact of Jackson's mouth on his stomach. "Enjoying." Adrian murmured. That kind of teasing kiss was nice, and Adrian knew his body was already starting to recover from the recent orgasm. His refractory period was not all that long from what he had experienced in the past, not that he tested it regularly.
"By the time we leave I wanna hear you moaning my name..." His tone was light but it was something he'd always enjoyed, being sure the person he was with knew who they were with. He could feel Adrian stirring slightly against his fingers and he smiled as his fingers brushed the other boy's erection. "Good. I want you to enjoy."
"Should've known you were one of those." Adrian teased when Jackson made his request. "Usually just… curse," Adrian admitted, even as he was again shifting his hips in response to Jackson's touch. "It's not that hard…. to get me to enjoy." Adrian had no weird fetishes that needed to be satisfied in order for him to get off.
Jackson smiled and nodded, even as his hand traced over Adrian's slowly reforming erection. He moved the kisses down, from stomach to hip and finally to thighs, again observant for reactions of any sort. He wanted Adrian in his mouth for a bit before they had sex again. He wanted to taste him.
Adrian revealed another subtle reaction - holding his breath - when Jackson began to move closer to his inner thighs. Jackson was once again in control - dictating the pace and focusing his attention on Adrian. Adrian wasn't used to being the focus in this way, and wanted to prove to Jackson that he was desired - with more than just a moaned name to stroke his ego.
Jackson was pleased to hear the reaction again and kissed a bit more on Adrian's inner thigh. His eyes flickered to the other boy's face and he teasingly traced his tongue over the delicate flesh while his fingers trailed over his side as well. He wanted to show Adrian how loved and wanted he was and physically seemed to be one way to do that.
The response was more audible when Jackson began the double assault. And Adrian wasn't getting the same kind of response from how he was touching Jackson. It was harder to touch Jackson though, with his mouth now literally between his legs. But as many problems as they had misinterpreting the other's actions, Adrian couldn't just… flip Jackson beneath him to take control.
Jackson moaned softly at the sound Adrian made, the audible sound of pleasure from his lover provoking his own body into reacting. He could feel his erection becoming fully hard and he traced his fingers over Adrian's thighs and back to trail over his ass again. "Do you want me inside you again?"
"Yes." Adrian answered before his brain caught up with him, "if it was good for you." He added. Adrian wanted… whatever was going to feel best to Jackson. "Or we can…" Adrian wasn't sure what else they should do, honestly. They'd been doing manual and oral but that felt like a step down after sex. Unless Jackson preferred not to deal with all of the issues that anal sex required.
"You feel good to me." Because it was true. Jackson liked any contact with Adrian. He grabbed his wand again, casting another lubrication spell and testing with his fingers for just a moment that Adrian was still stretched and ready for him. It didn't take long this time before Jackson was guiding himself back into his lover.
Jackson wasn't as slow this time, Adrian noted. Having done it once, he had gotten over some of his uncertainty. Jackson's fingers were more quickly replaced by him stretching him and filling him without the painfully slow entry this time. Not that it was entirely without some discomfort but Adrian knew how he would feel once he was inside this time. Jackson liked noise, so Adrian let a soft sound escape as Jackson entered him, and leaned up to kiss Jackson, if he could.
Jackson gladly met the kiss and his hands stroked over the other boy's side for a moment before one moved to again stroke his erection. His thrusts were slow to start again but soon picked up, pushing into his lover faster, needing more even as he touched over what was a clear erogenous zone for the other.
Adrian was moving to meet Jackson's thrusts, taking him in. He wanted to undo Jackson, as clearly Jackson was doing to him, focusing his touch on Adrian's sensitive sides. It was harder to maintain the kiss as the pace picked up, breaths becoming shorter. But if Jackson was going for his erogenous zones, he wanted to make sure Jackson was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to get distracted or stop when Adrian came this time. When he couldn't kiss Jackson anymore, he moved to his neck, and then his ear, trying to push Jackson further this time.
The sensitivity of his ears was not something that could be debated. The touch was enough to start to unravel him and he moaned loudly, his thrusts becoming slightly more erratic as he tried to focus on the three things he was doing- stroking Adrian, pushing into him, and touching his side. All of the touches became slightly less controlled, but he wanted them to come together this time. He could feel the telltale signals of his body that he wouldn't last long with this attention, and he stroked Adrian more firmly. "Close...so close..."
"Come, Jackson." Adrian murmured into his ear, wanting him to feel the pleasure of the release, not realizing Jackson's goal. It wasn't that he wasn't close himself, the way Jackson had touched him, the way he filled him, and the additional attention from his hand. But he assumed Jackson was warning him again, or making sure it was still alright to come inside him.
"Come with me..." Because he wanted to feel Adrian convulsing around him again- it had been intense and overwhelming the first time, and he imagined it would be more so given how close he was to getting off this time. He thrust faster into the other boy's body, his hand working over him and his eyes meeting Adrian's now, wanting to see the pleasure on his face.
It was the eye contact that ultimately pushed Adrian over. The intense look in Jacksons's blue eyes, and the pleasure visible in his face. "Merlin," Adrian cursed as he felt himself losing control. With Jackson thrusting into him, and stroking him and Adrian felt his release, everything in his body at once tightening and relaxing with the orgasm.
Jackson groaned as he felt Adrian clench around him, and it only took one more thrust for him to reach his own climax. "Adrian," he moaned, allowing and ensuring that the other boy knew that he was not considering anyone else but him at the moment. He rode out his own and his lover's orgasms together before leaning to kiss Adrian, tenderly now as he pulled him close again.
Adrian kissed back, his hand settling on Jackson's jaw as they kissed so he'd know when Jackson began to pull away. Kissing was easier again in the aftermath, breathing being easier now. And kissing meant… they were still in the moment.
"Stay with me." This murmured against Adrian's lips. Because Jackson had no desire to go back to the dorms right now. They could do rounds later because that would be a thing, but for now he wanted to curl up against Adrian and just hold him close for a while, until he had no choice but to go back to the dorms.
"We have a curfew," Adrian reminded him after a moment. Reality creeping in as the sweat cooled. He had no idea what time it was though, how long they had been having sex. Even so, Adrian spoke with his eyes closed. They'd had sex twice, and the urge for a little nap was clearly present. And an awareness that reality might break the momentary relaxation that he hoped Jackson was feeling.
"Don't care." He murmured softly, his fingers brushing Adrian's cheek. "Sleep now. We'll get to the dorms." Or not. He didn't know and really he didn't care. He wanted to stay with Adrian and having to go back to Gryffindor wasn't that. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, cuddling closer to Adrian.
Adrian sighed. He wanted Jackson to feel… loved. He kissed Jackson, or at least managed to press his mouth against Jackson's before the other boy cuddled against him. He didn't open his eyes or extract himself, though he did grab his wand to murmur a cleaning charm at their bodies before wrapping his arms around Jackson and letting himself drop off to sleep.