Twinsensibility Part Forty Six
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dysonrulesI'll bet you thought I wouldn't post today, didn't you? *spins crazily*
Lysander practically skipped along the path, not at all cowed by Lorcan’s solemn stare. It was a beautiful day, just crisp enough to require a scarf and gloves, but not so cold that a hat was mandatory. Of course, Lysander wore a hat, anyway, just because he loved it. Today’s hat was white—to match the collar he still wore—and topped with a glaringly violet bobble.
He had gloves to match, white with purple fingers. The Ravenclaw scarf didn’t go with his ensemble, so Lysander spelled it to match as soon as the gates of Hogwarts shut behind them.
“Isn’t it a lovely day, Lorcan?” he asked, spinning in place and then walking backward so that he could observe his brother.
“If you say so,” Lorcan replied. “Mind you don’t trip and split your head open.”
“I won’t.” Lysander admired Lorcan’s pink cheeks, even though the blush had been caused by the cold air rather than embarrassment. Lysander happily remembered the last time he had seen a flush on Lorcan’s face—just that morning, when Lysander had been buried balls-deep inside him, thrusting harder with every breathless moan.
The memory stopped him in his tracks and he waited for Lorcan to catch up before reaching for him, but Lorcan sidestepped agilely.
“No,” his twin said flatly. “We are not doing that on the path. Nor in the woods. Nor anywhere out here where there is a danger of freezing my bollocks off.”
“It’s not that cold,” Lysander said with a pout.
“It’s cold. There is a warm bed waiting for us back at Hogwarts, just as soon as we complete this silly errand of yours. This was your idea, remember?”
Lysander pounced on Lorcan and wrapped his arms around him, nearly sending them both down until Lorcan righted them with a huffed breath. Lysander pressed his lips against Lorcan’s neck, nuzzling the warmth there with his cold nose. He knew Lorcan would make him pay for leaving his precious books and studies, but he didn’t care. He hated being trapped in the castle all the time, and it was good for Lorcan to get out and stretch his long legs.
“I love you, Lor,” he purred.
“Get off me, you silly pillock!” Lorcan said, but his voice was more affectionate than annoyed. He tugged off Lysander’s hat and mashed it into his face. Lysander pulled away, snatching his cap before it dropped to the ground. He dragged it back over his hair and grinned at Lorcan, who glanced up and down the path before reaching out and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Lysander melted against him.
He felt a bit weak when Lorcan finally released him. “That will have to tide you over until we get back to Hogwarts,” his brother warned.
“All right, Lor,” Lysander said dreamily. Just knowing he had caused Lorcan to lose a bit of control was enough for him. They resumed their trek and Lysander’s steps felt lighter than before.
Winston’s Parcel Service was quickly reached, being conveniently located at one end of town near the path to Hogwarts. Lysander leaned over the counter and watched as owls came and went through the hole in the ceiling. The place was surprisingly warm, despite being open to the elements. Heating Charms were wonderful things.
He took off his gloves and handed them to Lorcan to hold for him, since he had a tendency to drop things, or set them down and forget where he had left them.
“Is there a parcel for Mr Lysander Scamander?” he asked the clerk loudly. The bored-looking fellow looked up from a parchment he held in his hand.
“Be with you in a moment,” he said in a grunting tone. His eyes went from Lysander to Lorcan and he straightened suddenly and dropped the paper onto the table. “I mean, yes, sir, let me look, sir.”
Lysander beamed at Lorcan, whose intimidation skills were without par, even when he wasn’t trying at all.
“Here you are, sir. Mr L Scamander.” The clerk handed Lysander a box the size of a pair of omnioculars and then thrust a clipboard at him. “Please sign here.”
Lysander scrawled his signature, using the box as a base. He barely made it out the door before ripping at the brown paper and prying open the box. A pair of gleaming black omnioculars nestled amongst green tissue. “Look, Lorcan! Aren’t they fabulous?”
He handed Lorcan the box and then reached in to take out his new prize. As soon as his fingers touched the item, his eyes locked with Lorcan’s in alarm.
Oh shit, he thought. It’s a Portkey.
And then he was swept away.
(Um... I should probably figure out where he went...? *runs away*)
Lysander practically skipped along the path, not at all cowed by Lorcan’s solemn stare. It was a beautiful day, just crisp enough to require a scarf and gloves, but not so cold that a hat was mandatory. Of course, Lysander wore a hat, anyway, just because he loved it. Today’s hat was white—to match the collar he still wore—and topped with a glaringly violet bobble.
He had gloves to match, white with purple fingers. The Ravenclaw scarf didn’t go with his ensemble, so Lysander spelled it to match as soon as the gates of Hogwarts shut behind them.
“Isn’t it a lovely day, Lorcan?” he asked, spinning in place and then walking backward so that he could observe his brother.
“If you say so,” Lorcan replied. “Mind you don’t trip and split your head open.”
“I won’t.” Lysander admired Lorcan’s pink cheeks, even though the blush had been caused by the cold air rather than embarrassment. Lysander happily remembered the last time he had seen a flush on Lorcan’s face—just that morning, when Lysander had been buried balls-deep inside him, thrusting harder with every breathless moan.
The memory stopped him in his tracks and he waited for Lorcan to catch up before reaching for him, but Lorcan sidestepped agilely.
“No,” his twin said flatly. “We are not doing that on the path. Nor in the woods. Nor anywhere out here where there is a danger of freezing my bollocks off.”
“It’s not that cold,” Lysander said with a pout.
“It’s cold. There is a warm bed waiting for us back at Hogwarts, just as soon as we complete this silly errand of yours. This was your idea, remember?”
Lysander pounced on Lorcan and wrapped his arms around him, nearly sending them both down until Lorcan righted them with a huffed breath. Lysander pressed his lips against Lorcan’s neck, nuzzling the warmth there with his cold nose. He knew Lorcan would make him pay for leaving his precious books and studies, but he didn’t care. He hated being trapped in the castle all the time, and it was good for Lorcan to get out and stretch his long legs.
“I love you, Lor,” he purred.
“Get off me, you silly pillock!” Lorcan said, but his voice was more affectionate than annoyed. He tugged off Lysander’s hat and mashed it into his face. Lysander pulled away, snatching his cap before it dropped to the ground. He dragged it back over his hair and grinned at Lorcan, who glanced up and down the path before reaching out and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Lysander melted against him.
He felt a bit weak when Lorcan finally released him. “That will have to tide you over until we get back to Hogwarts,” his brother warned.
“All right, Lor,” Lysander said dreamily. Just knowing he had caused Lorcan to lose a bit of control was enough for him. They resumed their trek and Lysander’s steps felt lighter than before.
Winston’s Parcel Service was quickly reached, being conveniently located at one end of town near the path to Hogwarts. Lysander leaned over the counter and watched as owls came and went through the hole in the ceiling. The place was surprisingly warm, despite being open to the elements. Heating Charms were wonderful things.
He took off his gloves and handed them to Lorcan to hold for him, since he had a tendency to drop things, or set them down and forget where he had left them.
“Is there a parcel for Mr Lysander Scamander?” he asked the clerk loudly. The bored-looking fellow looked up from a parchment he held in his hand.
“Be with you in a moment,” he said in a grunting tone. His eyes went from Lysander to Lorcan and he straightened suddenly and dropped the paper onto the table. “I mean, yes, sir, let me look, sir.”
Lysander beamed at Lorcan, whose intimidation skills were without par, even when he wasn’t trying at all.
“Here you are, sir. Mr L Scamander.” The clerk handed Lysander a box the size of a pair of omnioculars and then thrust a clipboard at him. “Please sign here.”
Lysander scrawled his signature, using the box as a base. He barely made it out the door before ripping at the brown paper and prying open the box. A pair of gleaming black omnioculars nestled amongst green tissue. “Look, Lorcan! Aren’t they fabulous?”
He handed Lorcan the box and then reached in to take out his new prize. As soon as his fingers touched the item, his eyes locked with Lorcan’s in alarm.
Oh shit, he thought. It’s a Portkey.
And then he was swept away.
(Um... I should probably figure out where he went...? *runs away*)