Twinsensibility Part Forty One

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Once again squeaking in under the wire!

Lorcan could not decide what was worse, Lysander’s insistence on being a walking emblem for holiday spirit, or his irritating love of being outside in the frigid weather. First he was out having a bloody snowball fight with a bunch of Hufflepuffs, then he was making ludicrous snow wizard angel things, and now…

Lysander glided over the ice, looking ridiculously adorable in ice-blue robes that looked like brushed fur. A matching hat had been pulled over his ears and his dark blue gloves stood out brilliantly against all the pale shades.

He skated a perfect figure eight around a Gryffindor couple, earning a shout of dismay from the boy, whose skates slipped out from under him. Before he could bang his arse on the ice—Lorcan certainly would have let him—a spell from Lysander’s wand caught him and Levitated him in place until his girlfriend could rescue him and pull him upright.

Assured that the idiot was not harmed, Lysander executed a flawless spin and glided toward Lorcan.

“Are you going to come skating, Lorcan?” Lysander asked brightly when he came to a stop at the edge of the frozen pond.

Lorcan only looked at him dryly, because Lysander knew very well that Lorcan would rather turn the pool to water and drown in it than strap on a pair of metal shards and try to slide across the frozen surface. It was ridiculous.

Lysander’s tone turned wheedling. “Come on, Lor. You never have any fun.” His brother’s hand reached out and traced lightly up and down the lapels of Lorcan’s black fir-trimmed robes, ostensibly petting the fur, but Lorcan could practically feel the heat of Lysander’s hands, even through the gloves and thick robes. He knew it was only a memory, but the thought of it caused the cold air to catch in his lungs.

“I have plenty of fun,” Lorcan said quietly and let his heated gaze catch Lysander’s attention. His brother’s pink cheeks darkened with a delicious blush and Lorcan nearly forgot himself in his urge to kiss him. He leaned forward slowly, but his attention was snared by movement. He turned his head in puzzlement.

“Is that a reindeer?” Lorcan asked.

Lysander chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Hagrid brought them in to add authenticity to the Nordic theme in the Front Hall. McGonagall refused to let them into the castle, however, so they’ve sort of been roaming the grounds. Poor things are terribly confused.”

“Hagrid is terribly confused,” Lorcan said dryly.

Lysander giggled and then gave him a look that Lorcan supposed was meant to be chastising. It failed miserably, of course, thanks to the merriment sparkling in Lysander’s eyes. Damn the brat for being so adorable.

“Come inside, Lysander. I have a present for you.”

“For me?” His brother lit up even more than he already was, burning almost incandescent with pure joy. Lorcan nearly laughed aloud and he could not suppress a smile.

“Of course, for you. Come on.”

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Lorcan had cause to regret his gift later, as his fingers dug into Lysander’s hips. He thrust rhythmically, every stroke caressing his cock and pushing him closer to completion. It was at this point that Lysander usually gripped the headboard rungs and shoved back, silently asking for more, faster, wilder contact.

Today, however, he merely lay still, practically ignoring Lorcan’s attention as he played with the item in his hands.

“Look at the tiny little people, Lorcan! They scramble so when you shake them!” To punctuate his words, Lysander shook the snow globe for the dozenth time, sending white flecks swirling down and around the tiny village. He laughed merrily at the miniature scene.

“Lysander, if you please.”

“Oh. Sorry, Lorcan. I just really like it.” He set the snow globe on the edge of the bed, staring at it as the snow continued to fall. He did, however, arch his back and push against Lorcan in just the right way.

Lorcan shut his eyes. Soon, he thought. Soon the wretched holidays will be over.