𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍; 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝐱𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. Whether it was stealing a walk in the Forest after curfew, or being whisked into the nearest broom cupboard, or bathroom; the Quidditch locker rooms; they had begun to get creative.

Not careless; creative. 

They were currently in Hogsmeade, Evan smothering Amara up against a wall of a particularly dark alleyway. Her cloak was thrown aside, robes stretched as he kissed on her neck repeatedly, hands wandering in a way just shy of desperate. 

"Evan," she breathed, head tilting back. 

"What's the matter, doll?" he muttered, pulling her robe aside further to bring his mouth to her collarbone.

"Evan, please."

Evan chuckled, hands pulling her hips to grind against his. "Use your words, doll. Tell me what you need."

Amara groaned in frustration, panting, eyes fixed on his imploringly. "Please," she begged, feeling her body tense and shake under his hands. "Please, I need it."

"Need what, baby?"

"It's bad," she whispered. "Please help me."

"I don't think I understand," he pressed, a small grin sneaking onto his face. "I'd help you if I knew how, you know that." He pressed a languid, slow kiss to her neck, open-mouthed. "You have to be specific."

"You're being mean," she gasped, pushing his head closer to her neck. "You know damn well what I want."

"It's hotter hearing it from you, doll," Evan said lightly. "Won't your friends miss you?"

"They know where I am," she said, shrugging. "We have time."

"You have time," he said. "I'm impatient. Tell me what you want, doll, and I'll do it for you." 

"I want your hands," she said. "Fingers. Please, Evan."

"You've been getting that, doll, I don't know how you want it. Tell me."

She groaned and moved his hand to press between her legs, staring at him with pleading eyes. "You know what I need," she whispered. "Please."

Evan grinned, fingers slipping inside her panties to slowly pump in and out of her. She dropped her head on his shoulder, stifling her cries into his neck. 

"Does that feel good?" he coaxed, speeding up. 

"So good," she replied, voice breathy and light. She was panting. "Please keep going."

"Well, someone remembered their manners today," he mused. "What happened to all that attitude you like to use on me?"

Too desperate to argue, she settled for leaving a brutal hickey on the front of his neck.

"There it is," he sighed, speeding up again. "You need it so bad that you're acting up. You're going to give me an ego, Amara."

She only sighed quietly, hips rocking back and forth on his skilled fingers. "I'm close, Evan."

"How close?" He studied her. "I'm not done playing with you. Can't you hold out just a bit longer?"

"No, please," she whispered, eyes tearing up. "I can't, I can't. Please, Evan."

"Please what? You have to start using your words."

"Please let me cum," she pleaded. "Please. I can't hold it much longer."

He chuckled. "It feels that good?"

"Yes. Please, Evan, please." A tear dribbled down her cheek and throat.