A Sharp Sensation

19 (NFSW 18+)

NSFW! Not plot integral, skip if you are under age or uncomfortable with mature activities!

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"Leave it," he growls. Power in his voice, authority.

You flush, your mind running miles per minute. "Okay," you whimper.

Aesop continues to sketch, unabashedly glancing your way. His deep eyes roamed your figure, causing a sense of anxiety to rest in your throat.

The sun continued to move, it was well past noon at this point. You surmised an hour or so had passed since your button mishap, but not a single word was spoken. The occasional thoughtful huff from Aesop, the silent squirm and the scratch of the charcoals on paper filled the time.

Your mind was wandering to dangerous places, places you hadn't dared indulged your thoughts in during daylight hours. Only in the wee hours of the night did you allow your mind to wander this far... It was exhilarating.

"Look," he mutters, voice gruff from lack of use.

You peer at the page, awestruck. Curiosity, mystery and sensuality were all captured in this sketch. You'd never thought of your body in this way, such beautiful curves as the drawing of you peered up at the beholder. This was how Aesop saw you, it was breathtaking.

"Fable," you sigh, your voice hoarse and wobbly.

"Hmm?" He hums, absentmindedly stroking your hand.

"It's amazing," you whisper. "I want to model more often, you've made me look beautiful."

"You are beautiful," he whispers in your ear. "And you can only model for me."

Your throat tightened and you swallowed as his breath fanned your neck. You nearly flinched in surprise when he shifted and let his lips graze your collarbone.

"I could draw you all day honestly," he growls. "To hell with students and searching for a cure, I just want those eyes focused on me as I capture them."

You let out a shaky sigh, your nerves alight as his tongue marked your skin.

"Tell me to stop if you must," he pants, his eyes pleading as he stares up from your chest. "If you don't want this, just say so and I'll respect that."

You flush, breathing in a ragged tone, but you say nothing.

"I need words (Y/N)," he demands.

"K-keep going-" you start to squeak but he hardly let you finish before smothering you in a mouthwatering kiss.

His hands explored your body in ways they'd never dared to before, leaving flames of want in their wake. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding onto his hair in desperation.

"I've dreamed of this, y'know?" He groans. "Having my way with you, I've wanted this since the first time you yelled at me."

You whimper, wriggling in response.

"So bossy, you were," he chuckles, playing with the hem of your skirt. "I wondered what you'd be like beneath me-"

You whine, begging him without words to continue.

"I'm awful, aren't I? No better than a dog-" he huffs.

You reach for his retreating hand, gripping it tight. "Not a dog," you whisper. "A man."

His brown eyes were flames, possessive and greedy, and you liked it. After all the confusion with your feelings, all the avoidance and worry, something so tangible like this was what you needed; what you craved.

Aesop gently pressed you back, laying you down on the blanket, careful not to bump your head. "I could eat you alive, really. Devour you and mark you as mine-"

You cut him off with a needy cry, fueling his carnal desires.

"I'm going to button you up and take you back to the castle," he growls, "And take you to bed like a gentleman."

There was nothing gentlemanly about what was going on between you and you did not mind. He rushes to close your blouse, having long since been opened, and you began to haphazardly pack the picnic basket.

With a crack, you apparate just outside the bounds of Hogwarts and rush to the green flames, completely ignoring Ignatia's quips. The halls were deserted, all the students either congregating in their common rooms or fetching an early supper.

Aesop ripped open the faculty tower gate and practically ran up the stairs. Wrenching open his door and pinning you against it once inside. He produced his wand, silently casting a silencing charm before hoisting you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing.

"To bed Princess," he puts, carrying you across the threshold and depositing you on the sheets, still mussed from your innocent snuggle session earlier today.

He tore at your blouse, the buttons hardly resisting his force. From glancing in the mirror across from the bed, you could see that you already had a few purple welts forming on your neck and chest.

"So beautiful," he whispers. "If only I could draw you like this."

Your heart turned in your chest and you suddenly had plans for the future. Aesop hooked his fingers in your waistband, tugging down the skirt unceremoniously, leaving you in nothing but your unmentionables.

"Good God," he groans, his eyes taking in every inch on display. "Fucking perfect."

You wanted to cry happy tears. Nothing felt more loving than a perfect man calling you perfect. Gentle calloused fingers explored your form, eager to know the curves they had drawn just an hour before.

Aesop wraps his warm hand around the back of your thigh, pulling you closer to him."Ever since that night," he groans, " I've longed to worship you in the starlight."