Suggestions....

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had made his way to Hogsmeade as soon as he could, wanting to get out of the castle. He had taken a shower and maybe, just maybe, he had tried out one or two of Kane's suggestions. While he couldn't say he had liked it, he hadn't panicked, so perhaps the whole thing with Kane would work out. When he finally settled in on the couch, he had a book with him, deciding he should probably at least attempt to get some work done while he waited on Dare.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare was so grateful to be back. It had been a long day even before Markise had shown up, something he could still hardly believe. He'd been thinking about Michael ever since they parted, though luckily he hadn't screwed anything up at the club. Dare's tension lowered several notches when he walked in to see Michael sitting peacefully on the couch. Dare's lips curved, and he sat down next to Michael, wrapping his arms around him uninvited and pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. At the moment, he felt no guilt for interrupting Michael's homework, just the desire to soak him in. "I missed you," Dare murmured, seeking that tender spot on the side of Michael's neck.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled and tilted his head, angling his neck towards Dare as he blindly set aside...whatever it was that he was doing. "I always miss you," he said softly, turning to wrap one arm up around Dare's shoulders to run his hand through the soft hair at the back of Dare's head. Michael had missed him, but he hadn't known just how much until he had been in Dare's arms.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

"Always?" Dare murmured against Michael's skin. "What about now?" His lips parted against that spot, knowing the likelihood that he'd get much of an answer out of Michael now and perfectly fine with that. He'd hardly seen Michael today--again--and this was bliss. He sighed against Michael at the feel of that strong hand sifting so lightly through his hair, at the taste of Michael's skin and the feeling of freedom finally getting to be alone together.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's breath caught slightly and he brought his other arm back around Dare, slipping his hand underneath his shirt to lightly spread his palm against Dare's lower back. He all but forgot the question in face of just being able to be with Dare again. There was nothing better, Michael thought, than being with Dare, than knowing that there, in that little flat above the shop, no one could do anything to them.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare hummed lightly at the feel of Michael's skin against his, then sighed against his neck. He'd had a couple kisses this afternoon, but nothing else since this morning. He felt hyper-sensitive, incredibly aware of Michael. It was amazing, and his mind was so lost to it already that he didn't spare a thought for the inevitable end, only for the pleasure of being with Michael, with no one who might walk in on them, nothing to stop them but them.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael almost wanted to just stay like that for the rest of the day, but he wanted to kiss Dare even more, so he pulled back slightly and tilted his head towards Dare, then met his lips for a kiss. The ones before had been little more than teases, glimpses of what was to come later on, and so Michael was determined to get as much out of it as possible before they were both forced to bed.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare made a low sound of pleasure as his lips parted against Michael's. He was more than happy to kiss Michael, to not have to force any part of his mind to remain aware of their surroundings, or to listen to anything but the sounds of their breathing and the light rustle of cloth as Dare's hands pushed their way beneath Michael's shirt. His fingers spread, taking in as much at once as he could of Michael's back, then his sides, then his back again.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael shifted towards Dare, bringing his shoulders around. The hand in Dare's hair dropped to spread out over his neck, spreading around it and then dropping slowly over his chest towards the bottom of his shirt. His other hand moved up slowly, bringing the shirt with it so that by the time the hand in front met the hem of Dare's shirt, it was halfway up his stomach.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare shivered with the slow, teasing motion of his shirt, and his abdomen heated, pooling low in his stomach when Michael's hand finally met skin. The kiss intensified for a moment, then he pulled away, green eyes smoky as he pulled his shirt off over his head, then dropped it aside. His gaze dropped to Michael's lips, and he inhaled deeply, then brought their mouths together again, drinking Michael in. His hands settled high on Michael's chest, then began working buttons, forcing himself to go slow, to enjoy the feeling of anticipation that welled with each step closer.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael's hands moved over Dare's chest and back, slowly taking him in as the brief look he had had floated around in his mind. His hands slowed in response to the teasingly slow movements of Dare's at his buttons. The kiss deepened as Michael limited himself to that outlet for the heat, forcing his hands to slow as he waited, the tension building, for Dare to finish with that last button.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare made the last button last as long as he could with his attention more than half focused on the kiss. He slipped the button free slowly, then his hands parted cloth, sliding up Michael's abdomen and chest in a V that pushed the shirt back from his shoulders. His hands speared up into Michael's hair as he poured more into the kiss, then he brought them back down to the backs of Michael's shoulders, where his fingers pressed into the muscles. His control was beginning to slip.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael arched slightly into Dare and brought both hands forward to his chest. He focused on some areas and others he ignored, at least for the moment, he knew that anticipation would make it all the better when he did touch those places. He didn't pull away to tug his shirt off the rest of the way, and the edges of his sleeves trailed lightly along Dare's skin in wake of his hands.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's head was starting to spin, and he deepened the kiss further, trying to keep enough control not to push. His skin shivered with what Michael was doing to it, and where his hands touched, Dare tingled, where he didn't, Dare burned. Michael was driving Dare crazy, and it was obvious that Michael knew exactly what he was doing. Dare leaned closer to Michael, wordlessly asking for more, for whatever Michael was willing to give. Then he brought his own hands forward, sweeping down Michael's chest and abdomen with a painfully slow caress.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael arched again into Dare's hands, and then answered him by letting his hands move over those places he had been neglecting just a few seconds before. A low, soft sound came from Michael's throat as he tried to keep at least some part of his mind under his own control, an act which was becoming increasingly hard to accomplish with the feel of Dare's hands on his skin.