Theodore's spine arched like a bow as Blaise's fingers curled in his hair, his head falling back. His teeth let go of Blaise's ear, though they scraped over the lobe as he went, his eyes clothing as a soft but fervent moan escaped his lips.
It was an intense feeling, Blaise climaxing inside him, feeling every shudder of the body on top of him. Then Blaise's hand tightened, moved faster, and Theodore lost the very last bit of his self control, shuddering as he came.
The feeling felt like it lasted for a long time, though it probably wasn't. He relaxed against the bed when it was over, looking up at Blaise through half-closed eyes, feeling blissfully sated and still a little bit drunk. But alcohol had just gotten them to this point, it wasn't why he'd done that.
"Mm," he murmured, thinking vaguely that he should probably grab his wand and clean them up before they got sticky, but he hadn't moved yet. And whenever he slept - here or at home, he wasn't picky, though he didn't particularly want to move, not yet anyway - he should probably sleep on his stomach, or on his side. Mm, he was going to be sore.