Practice Makes Perfect

[Rasmus Mohr]

"At least once a week," Rasmus agreed. One hand wandered idly over Robert's chest, wondering what it might be like without shirts on ... not the same as with girls at all. Girls had breasts and soft curves (at least, the starts of soft curves). Not at all the same.

He twisted a button on Robert's shirt thoughtfully, then undid it with careful fingers, starting to work slowly at undoing the other boy's shirt.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert felt out of breath. His stomach clenched when Rasmus fiddled with his top button. ”Whah...” He cleared his throath. ”What're you doing?”

No one took of his clothes but himself and not in some classroom where he was supposedly studying charms. His throath was dry as sand and his ears positively glowing.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Rasmus paused, a finger tracing the line of Robert's neck. "I thought it might be nice ... I don't know. Just a thought."

He really hadn't done something like that before; everything with Eli had been fully clothed. He though it might be really nice to be a little closer ... "Skin is nice, I mean," Raz said, hesitant for the first time since this had started. "It sort of ... made sense to me."

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert's skin tingled where Rasmus' finger was tracing. He wet his lips, eyes big as he watched the older boy with his shirt half open and a heart which was beating fast. ”Skin,” he mumbled, a smile tucking in the corner of his mouth.

He felt slightly self-concious and cleared his throath again. ”Fine. You're the tutor here.” Nervous right down to the pit of his stomach, he looked down at Rasmus' hands and his own half-open shirt. ”Who have you done this with? One of the graduates? Girls?”

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

It surprised Rasmus to find that he had enough shame left to blush at that question. "Girls," he confessed. "A couple of them. I've only ever kissed boys before. Well -- a boy. Just one other than you." He wasn't near as experienced as he liked to think; he'd kissed three girls and slept with two, and kissed two boys.

The half-veela traced invisible patterns with one finger on the skin of Robert's chest that had already been revealed. It was so unlike touching a girl ... "I guess on this part we'd be figuring it out together," he said, feeling oddly nervous.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Girls. Eugh. Robert couldn't imagine kissing girls or seeing them without clothes. He realised he wouldn't mind seeing Rasmus without being fully clothed. At least just shirtless was bearable. He'd seen many boys shirtless. Getting changed after practice was a lot different than this, though. So very different.

Squirming slightly under the touch, Robert gnawed on his lower lips with an insisting smile being formed underneath while he stroked Rasmus' cheek lightly with his thumb. ”Just... You know. Just kiss me. It'll be fine.”

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Why was this so nerve wracking? It was easy with girls. He just walked up, said something charming, and got what he wanted. He had to work at this ... but somehow that made it better. It was so much better.

One hand splayed over the bare skin on Robert's chest, and Rasmus leaned into the light caress of Robert's thumb ... why was he suddenly feeling like Robert was the one who knew what he was doing? His heart was beating faster, and then he moved to kiss Robert again.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert was getting used to feeling incredibly nervous. It was exhilerating, not knowing if this or that would be the right thing to do – but doing it anyway. He kissed Rasmus while his fingers entagled themselves in his hair again. He wasn't much taller than him. In fact, he was the perfect height.

His free hand found itself at the top button on Rasmus' shirt, toying with it before he slid it out of the buttonhole.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

The tables had definitely turned somehow, and Rasmus really wasn't sure how. He was older, more experienced -- and yet suddenly it was very clear that Robert was the one in control of the situation.

And somehow, Raz found he liked it that way. He had pursued Robert -- however briefly -- and somehow found himself the one caught.

Taking Robert's action as permission, Raz's fingers found the other boy's buttons again; he deftly began undoing them, perhaps a little too eagerly, as he let Robert decide the tempo of their kiss.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert wasn't too secure about his own bodyimage. He had a lot to live up to, with brothers all but touching the clouds if they tiptoed and shoulders as wide as he didn't even know. Some of them had said it would all come in time, but he wasn't too sure. He was still fairly gangly and at the moment, he wished dearly he could display muscles of a more impressive standard beneath his shirt. Luckily, Rasmus' kisses were rather distracting and he guessed the other boy couldn't show off the kind of grecian physique he wished he had himself at times.

Undoing the buttons on Rasmus' shirt sent a thrill down his spine. What they were doing was definetly out of bounds. This wasn't just kissing anymore. Two boys found in this state of undress with the sweet taste of each other on their lips were certain to face neverending trouble. Oddly enough, the knowledge exited him slightly. When the shirt was just hanging from his shoulders, he took a small step back, clearing his throat with ears the colour of tomatoes. ”Maybe... We should lock the door. This would be hard to explain to the faculty,” he suggested, feeling rather idiotic. Was this normal? Did people say such things? He had a strong urge to cover up, but didn't.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

"Good idea," Raz murmured, pulling out his wand and flicking it towards the door with a murmured incantation. It wouldn't stop anyone who really wanted to get in, but it might give them some warning at least.

Rasmus couldn't help but have a good figure and perfect complexion; playing quidditch over the last year had given him a somewhat more honed and deliberate look to his figure. Still, he was rather fascinated by Robert's skin, his chest -- with them both shirtless, there was something even more exhilarating about the whole situation. Raz was, as usual, not at all as worried about being caught as he should be, although he was glad Robert had suggested locking the door.

He wasn't entirely sure what to do at this point; it was farther than he'd ever gone with a boy before. Rasmus settled for running his hands lightly over the other boy's chest, enjoying the still foreign feel of it, and then kissed the taller boy again.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert's stomach clenched, as he rid himself completely of the white and crispy shirt, flinging it over a table with fairly obvious qualms about being half naked. The locked door did help somewhat, though it didn't change either the cold of the room or the feeling of being on display.

Rasmus' hands on his chest made his skin tingle and he threw him self whole-heartedly into the kiss, pressing against the other boy's bare back and running his fingers up his spine with a tiny, content noise against his lips. He still had an urge to lift Rasmus, but didn't dare do anything to disturb what was already happening. The sensation of skin-on-skin was making his head spin.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

Merlin; kissing girls really was no comparison. Oh, it was nice in its own way, but this -- he gasped as Robert's fingers traced his spine, and slid his hands around to Robert's back to try the same thing in the hopes that he could elicit the same response from the taller boy.

This was amazing; for the first time since with Eli, Rasmus was tentative about deepening a kiss. He had no idea how things had turned around like this, but the line was exactly what Robert said it was. Maybe he had been a bit too casual ... because this didn't feel casual, and it was better because it felt so intense.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert felt simoultaneously hot and cold. As Rasmus traced his spince, he sent shivers down it and Robert stopped kissing him back momentarily, drawing an audible breath, before pressing his lips to his with double the intensity, deepening the kiss.

He was lost in caresses, warm, bare skin against his own and the still foreign sensation of exploring how kisses worked in the first place. He didn't know what came next, how things could evolve from just doing... This. All he knew was that he didn't want to stop, but that he would have to eventually. Time was ticking and they had already spent far too great a portion of their limited time together. Not much of it on charms.

  

[Rasmus Mohr]

An hour ago Raz had felt in control of the situation between himself and Robert; now he felt desperately out of control. If anyone was in control here, it was definitely Robert.

In fact, Rasmus didn't think he'd ever been this out of control with anyone. His head was buzzing, and he pressed forward against the younger boy. Younger; it was hard to remember that Robert was a year younger than him. He didn't seem younger, especially not now.

  

[Robert MacFusty]

Robert's head was spinning, blood pulsing his veins fast, making everything seem urgent. His fingers entangling themselves in Rasmus' hair again were urgent, his kisses becoming unbearably intoxicating.

Suddenly, but slowly, he started to pull away. It felt out of this world, everything, but their hour was up and then some. They couldn't keep standing there. People would come, the sun would go down and they had to make it back to their respective common rooms. Robert cleared his throat a little, feeling like a nervous bundle of bones as he looked into those very dark brown eyes of Rasmus'.

”We need to go,” he mumbled, entirely unwilling and slightly throathy. ”Did this cheer you up?” He smiled boyishly, blushing a little as he reached out for his shirt.