A Means of Survival – Chapter 16 – Lust

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Chapter 16 – Lust

Ron knew that he and Blaise were in a shitload of trouble. He knew that easily enough, but had quickly discovered that it didn’t really matter much to him.

Something had happened after the lights had gone off there in Snape’s classroom. He couldn’t quite remember what they had done, but then again, he couldn’t really remember much of anything about the time before the Fless anyways. As memories go, Ron’s were quickly becoming rather disorganized.

When Blaise had suggested that they go back to the Slytherin dungeons—a thought that normally would have filled him with uncontrollable fear and dread, if not for the Fless running rampant in his system—he had found himself agreeing without a second thought.

On the way there, they had ducked into yet another out of the way boy’s bathroom and impetuously decided to take their third hit of Fless right then and there. They had linked arms that time and had ingested the slightly sweet green powder with large idiotic grins on their faces.

It had been at the conclusion of the third hit that had finally sparked certain ideas into reality for the two boys. Previously, those concepts had only been hesitant suggestions floating amidst the backwaters of their minds, but now the sensations they were facing were far more uncontrollable.

Ron had succumbed first by shoving Blaise into between the sinks and kissing him savagely while running his fingertips over the other boy’s body like thin rivulets of waters during a rain shower. For a moment, Blaise had been shocked by the other boy’s sudden actions. Blaise knew that Ron was one of the straightest guys around, and for him to behave in such an off-kilter way meant something—probably a very important something. His mind literally trailed off into nothingness as Ron’s lips and hands sparked emotions and sensations in Blaise’s body that he hadn’t even known he was capable of having.

Another little known fact about Fless was that its potency was amplified through the sharing of bodily fluids with other users.

Ron felt an undeniable thrill in thrusting his tongue violently in and out of the other boy’s mouth right there in the open of a boy’s loo.

Hell, he thought wildly, we aren’t even in a stall!

And then nothing mattered much except for the extreme sensations of hot wetness intermingling with the hardness of his dick in Blaise’s surprisingly skilled mouth.

When had he dropped his pants on the floor?

Blaise’s tongue accentuated every feeling that Ron felt while in the glorious deep channel of the other boy’s mouth. Up until now, Blaise had done everything to him, but he realized with a sudden gut wrenching lurch that he needed more. So he wrapped his hands around the boy’s head and began fucking his mouth, trying to determine just how far he could make his dick go down the other boy’s throat before something unpleasant—like Blaise suddenly vomiting or passing out—occurred. Apparently he could go quite a ways back, he soon discovered with a quiet shuddery gasp as Blaise began moaning around his already sensitive tip. He felt the tension building deliciously, and he pushed himself as far as he could go into Blaise’s tight spasming throat as he orgasmed deliciously into the extreme tightness that had completely enveloped him to the root.

He pulled out then and kneeled on the floor to make sure Blaise was okay. He soon got his answer as Blaise threw himself at Ron, pushing him back flat on the floor of the lavatory and kissing him savagely as he grabbed and pulled Ron’s hand to his blindingly hard length, just before he began thrusting sporadically against it.

Ron instinctually curved his hand into a loose fist, allowing Blaise something to thrust into. Ron could feel the pre-cum dribbling from the slit and used his fingers to spread it around, further adding to the overwhelming qualities of the moment that were just making things fade into the background behind them.

He could feel Blaise’s body shuddering with unspent emotion tension as he began heading to the edge of orgasm. He could hear Blaise gasping sharp little breaths of need directly into his ear.

“More, more, Ron, I need you so badly,” Blaise panted desperately against his sweating neck. He bit down onto Ron’s neck then, onto the soft silky part that was just a little bit above his collarbone, and then held on for dear life, sucking as much of Ron’s skin into his mouth as was possible.

Ron could feel the folds of his neck being pulled in Blaise’s hot mouth rhythmically, now in the place of his breath. He felt as though his skin had become a replacement for oxygen, as though Blaise were swallowing him down, piece by wonderful piece.

He tightened his hand around the other boy’s dick, rubbing his thumb roughly over its tip, once and then again, even as Blaise began shuddering uncontrollably in his hands, soon covering Ron with long pearly streams of his spunk.

Next to Ron’s neck, he could hear Blaise’s harsh gasping, even as he sucked away the excess moisture that was left there from the ministrations of his mouth.

Somewhere in there, Ron had come again too, but he was barely aware of it, given the amazing force that Blaise had come with into his hands. They were still shuddering together, as Ron suddenly realized that he could feel Blaise’s sensations running up and down his limbs like a soft wind pushing past him.

“Oh you’re amazing,” they both said, speaking simultaneously without realizing it.

Suddenly they desperately realized the need to fuck the other hard into the ground.

“Fuck,” Ron said, turning to his cohort.

“Or be fucked,” Blaise said, running his fingers lightly over Ron’s still mostly clothed torso.

“Gods, I want to touch you everywhere,” Ron said, looking longingly at Blaise’s lean body.

“With your fingers?” Blaise asked, somewhat mischievously.

“You know better than that,” Ron said, poking him lightly. “With my tongue obviously.” He said wantonly towards the other boy.

“But not here.” Blaise said, voicing both of their thoughts.

“No.”

“Come with me then,” Blaise said, standing up and wrapping his hand around Ron’s come covered one.

Heedless of their mess, the two boys left the bathroom as soon as Ron had secured his pants once again around his waist.