Up and Down

Reprise and Refrain

The air is much too stifling.

Despite the enchanted ice, despite the coolness of stone beneath her. She cannot breathe, filling her lungs in vain with ragged breaths.

Sneaking away from the Ball is easy enough. They didn't even need to go far - a small room tucked away on the left of the Hall, at the end of a long corridor, was perfect for what they had in mind.

The lock had been charmed shut, but Sebastian and Anna have long since become adept at anti-Alohomora charms. The little side door was nothing compared to sneaking into the Restricted Section at the height of exam season.

The lock clicked softly, sending shivers of anticipation down Anna's spine, a twinge of lightning forking along all her nerves. Sebastian gestured for her to come in first with a small bow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"After you."

Anna cast a quick glance towards the Hall, the sounds of voices and music still so very close. But nobody was here to see them. She walked inside.

Ominis was upon her in a single long step, pulling her close against his chest, hands roaming the fine fabric of her bodice.

"Ah... I would relish in peeling all the layers off you, dearest... but I'm afraid we won't be coming back out tonight if I do. Alas, I'd love to dance with you more, and so..."

He spun her around, a lot rougher than when they were dancing, and smothered her with a demanding kiss. Vaguely, Anna could hear the door click closed as Sebastian entered behind them, sealing it with a complex defensive charm of his own.

His steps round the two of them and the scorching heat of his body presses against her back, entrapping her between the two of them.

"Something got the two of you hot and bothered," he purrs into her ear and licks the exposed shell, "do I get to know?"

Ominis pulls away from her mouth, an elegant hand wrapping around her throat to stop her from chasing him, the hold light... but present. Insistent. Commanding, and expecting obedience.

"Simply shared my plan for the evening with our sweet darling," his other hand caresses her cheek, gentle, too gentle. His fingers flex, and she knows his need to weave them into her hair and pull, yank and tug until her hair is free, cascading down her back. Free for him to bury his face in it and lose himself in her scent.

No, instead his hand cups her face, the pressure increasing, the pads of his fingers digging into her flesh, and Anna can't help but whimper, a tremble running through her body as the heat surges... just as a chill runs down her spine.

"You will have my seed in all three of your needy holes, darling, before this Ball is over."

Behind her, Sebastian keens at Ominis' words, the latter's calm voice belying the roiling desire just beneath the surface. Sebastian's hips grind into her backside, searching for a bit of pressure...

"Don't worry... you will get a turn too... If you're smart enough to control yourself."

Sebastian gulps audibly and stops his hips from moving against her... though she can feel him nearly vibrating with arousal, taught as a string.

"Off."

Sebastian nearly trips over himself in the haste to make room for the two of them. Breathing heavily, he leans back against a cupboard, the front of his fitted trousers tight.

Ominis backs her into a table by the wall and leans in, trapping her... though there isn't anywhere she would rather be.

His lithe frame is nowhere near as muscular as Sebastian's, but he is more than strong enough to lift her up and onto the table, his wand clattering next to her thigh as he discards it, now relying fully on his sense of touch.