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Professor Draco Malfoy has a small office with a large fireplace that is nearly always lit, even in the summer. A large cherry-wood desk with wooden lion's paws as feet takes up a good deal of space and a pair of spindly iron chairs sit on either side of it. There is a photograph of his parents on the desk, usually hidden among mounds of essays that he hasn't yet graded. In a corner, there is a large brocade armchair with a standing lamp next to it. A large window gives a nice view of the quidditch pitch. A polished oak sleigh bed is hidden in an alcove. It is covered with a large duvet masquerading as a quilt and has two plump pillow at the top.

Alair smirked and nuzzled Draco even more. "It's not my fault, your just so bloody sexy." he retorted cornily and clutched to Draco's waist. Then he looked up with a cutely inocent look on his face as if in thought. "Wait a second.." He spun Draco around to face him, leaning him against the desk which he sneakily scooted him twords. "Front is allways better then front." he said chipperly and kissed him on the jaw. Then he noticed the candy and his eyes lit up even more. "Oo, sugar quill." He said happily, and took half the eatible feather into his own mouth.

Alair purred at the sensation Draco sent threw him. As Draco reclaimed the sugar quill's nubbin' Alair took more into his mouth as he leaned forward and captured Draco's lips in his own.

Alair moaned happily at the sweet taste of the other boy and leaned into his touch. No matter how many times they did this it always sent Alair's hormones in a tumble. He ran one hand through Draco's hair and the other on the desktop next to Draco's thigh.

Alair gladly oblidged Draco's needs and swiftly unbottoned Draco's with his other hand. He pushed it off with the hand Draco had preveously directed and took a surprisingly agressive advance; dropping the shirt off the table he ran one hand up Draco's spine and the other through the man's hair, leading carefully to lay ontop the crowded desk. With slight ease, he followed the blonde onto the desktop and strateld him slightly, shifting his hands again to pet down his bare chest, kissing him a little harder then before.
((Gomen, mispell is fixed, and I gotta go anyways and probably wont be back tonight. I get to make a space suit out of ducktape >_>...!))

Alair was a little startled at Draco's sudden slamming of the picture frame but got back on track in a second. He fought back for dominance with his tounge, rocking his hips slowly against the man under him and building up a sweat from friction.
((Sorry, Ifixed it again and I didn't dare use the word in this post @_@! And alas, I didn't have enough ducktape to complete my ducktape spacesuit, so it was sad TT _TT))

Alair snapped out of it and pouted at the news. "s**t... well, as much as I hate to leave unfinished, I don't want you to be late and for all I know there could be some barmpot first year bleeding all over my infirmary as we speak." He ended gloomily, and dropped his legs back down to the floor. Hands still on Draco's soft flesh, he pulled the man back up and into his arms, getting one last nuzzle out of him before he would be forced to make his leave.

((bah, I wound up doing a different project instead, but I shall made something made intierly out of ducktape one day!
Ah, how I love the english-to-american dictionary. Yay for british insults!))

Alair blinked, but grinned at the offer. "Gladly." He replied simply, and started snogging Malfoy again. He took back one of his hands and used it to unbutton the man's trousers, petting down his soft blond treasure trail below the PG-13 line. The scene tastefully fades to black.

((and that would be my last post until monday night, for I must eat and then leave for my catholic anti-GLBT grandparents house =_=. *twitch* eww, no scary old british lady with our sexy ******** gonk even if she was cute when she was younger, still!))