Whispers in the Shadows || Slytherin Boys

what happens in the woods

[18+ recommended, nsfw]

Theo kissed along my skin, his teeth grazing my neck, leaving a trail of faint pink splotches and barely visible bite marks that sent shivers racing down my spine.

My head tipped back involuntarily, eyes rolling shut as a breathless moan escaped me. I laughed when Theo growled low in his throat, a sound so primal it stirred something deep inside me.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, turning me around and suddenly pulling me flush against him with an almost possessive strength. Heat radiated from him, burning through the thin layers of fabric between us. My fingers, now trembling with anticipation, instinctively sought the hard contours of his body, gliding over his chest and tracing the ridges of his defined torso.

Mattheo’s lips curved into a devilish smirk, his gaze darkened with lust. “I can practically hear those dirty thoughts, Puss,” he murmured into my ear, his voice a low rasp that sent a thrill through me. Did he really just call me "Puss" because of... my name Cat? But the thought didn’t last long. His hand moved with deliberate slowness, sliding down between my legs from behind, moving my slip to the side with practiced ease. When his fingers then slipped inside me, curling expertly, I gasped at the sudden intrusion. My body reacted instantly, back arching as I clung to Theo for support. My hips began to move on their own, rolling against his hand in an almost desperate rhythm.

Theo pressed his lips against my neck, tugging at the fabric of my fishnet top to expose more of my heated skin. His mouth was hungry, leaving a wet, open-mouthed kiss before his teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh.

I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape, but Theo wasn’t having it. He looked at Mattheo, who then wrapped his hand around my throat, tugging my head back until his breath was firing hot against my ear. “Don’t you dare try to be quiet, Cat,” he growled, his voice raw with a dark, possessive edge. To emphasize his words, he pressed his hardened length against my lower back, the growing bulge in his pants impossible to ignore.

Mattheo added a second finger to prove his point, his eyes flickering with satisfaction at the wet, obscene sound that came from me. Heat flushed my body as pleasure coursed through me, every nerve ending alight with the building tension. My hand, trembling with desire, slipped into Theo's pants, fingers curling around his length. His cock throbbed beneath my touch, and I stroked him slowly, feeling his body tense as a low groan escaped him.

“Fuck,” Theo gritted out, his head falling back as my thumb teased the sensitive tip of his cock. Mattheo’s pace on my clit quickened, his fingers working me over with relentless precision. His mouth found the soft spot on my neck, lips latching onto my skin as he sucked, drawing a moan from deep within me.

Theo, meanwhile, roamed my body with insatiable hunger, his hands sliding beneath my top, fingers tracing electric patterns that made my knees weak. His presence infront of me was overwhelming, his erection pressing insistently against my hand. I could feel the rapid beats of our hearts, their impatience crackling between us like static.

Mattheo’s thumb circled my clit with expert precision, the tension inside me winding tighter with each calculated movement. My head fell back again, eyes closing as a breathy moan spilled from my lips.

Out of nowhere Mattheo pulled his hand from me with a soft growl, nodding toward Theo. “Your turn, mate,” he said, his voice thick with need. Mattheo’s eyes darkened as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean in one swift motion before stepping back a little.

Theo, his large hands gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. One hand slid up my body, coming to rest around my throat, his grip firm but not painful as he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. Without hesitation, he crashed his lips against mine, his tongue slipping past my lips to explore my mouth with raw, heated intensity. I moaned into the kiss, my hands sliding over his chest once more, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch as his heartbeat raced under my palm.