Welcome to Charming, where swirling petticoats, the language of flowers, and old-fashioned duels are only the beginning of what is lying underneath…
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1894. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.
When Fisk said whet Victor's eyes fell to the other man's lips. He couldn't help the association, even if he knew logically that Fisk hadn't said wet in that sense of the word. Victor ran his tongue against the inside edge of his own lower lip, just shy of visibly licking them. If he was trying to play things cool, he was doing a horrid job of it. Even in the dimly lit cellar, Victor was sure Fisk could read his interest on his face as plain as day.
"It's difficult to say," he said through a mouth that had gone a little dry. "I'm having trouble reading any of the signs down here. What do you think?"
If pressed on his word choice of reading the signs he could claim it was a slip of the tongue and he'd meant to say labels, but of course he wasn't talking about the wine, and neither (hopefully, at any rate) was Fisk.
Leonids cheeks flushed as he saw the way the other mans fell to his lips. Was he finally getting somewhere here? Or was he about to get punched? It kind of amused Leonid and made him feel stupid about how aware he was that before Selwyn, he would likely have not read anything from the mans face. Now he could. Or maybe he was seeing something he was hoping to see? Hell if he knew.
"I think I can help with that," Leonid said before taking his chances and leaning in to press his lips against Daphnels. Now he just had to wait for a response - hopefully it wasn't going to be a punch. He may have been a hit wizard but that didn't mean he got jollies out of fighting people he would rather be kissing and pressing up against wine shelves.
Oh, thank Merlin. Victor had skating on potentially thin ice and he knew it, but it seemed the risk hadn't been in vain. He leaned into the kiss fully and immediately, while his free hand reached to grasp the center of Fisk's shirt and pull him closer. Victor still had a wine bottle in his hand but wished he didn't. He could make better use of his hand elsewhere... but shattering glass and spilled wine would have been an untimely distraction, so he couldn't just drop it. He reached behind him and fumbled for a place to put it, but since he was unwilling to stop kissing Fisk he wasn't finding much purchase.
"Hang on," he finally breathed in frustration as he broke off the kiss and cast around for a place to put the damn bottle down.
It was not a punch. Decidedly much better than a punch. He smiled against Daphnel's lips as the other man pulled him closer. As they continued to kiss, he was vaguely aware of Daphnel doing something with his other hand that had been holding the wine.
He pulled away briefly as Daphnel broke the kiss and he waited as Daphnel finally found a place to put the wine bottle. As soon as his hand was free, he pulled him closer using the belt loops of Daphnels trousers as he kissed him once more.
Fisk's hands on his belt loops — how much time did they have together before someone would come looking? Everyone upstairs was drunk or on their way to it, so they wouldn't necessity notice an absence of two players from the card table. They likely would notice the lack of wine as soon as they finished off their cups, though. Could they buy themselves a few more minutes if they locked the cellar door? No, that would be too suspicious.
Fuck it. However much time they had, fretting was only wasting it. Victor nibbled Fisk's lower lip and worked to deftly undo his belt buckle.
Leonid chuckled as Daphnel nibbled his lower lip. His hands worked on getting Daphnels belt undone, he pulled Daphnels shirt free and ran his hands alone the lines of the other mans hips as he tugged the other mans trousers down so that they pooled at Daphnaels feet. "Is this all right?" He whispered as he slid his hand into the other mans underwear and ran his fingers along the other mans length.
Victor shivered as his pants slipped down, exposing his legs to the cool air of the cellar. It wasn't the cold that made him shiver, of course — it was the heat of the other man's fingers against his stomach, hips, and then lower. This wasn't what he'd had in mind — he had been working Fisk's belt buckle off with the intention of getting the other man in his mouth as quickly as possible — but he was hardly going to say no to this. Finding an attractive man who wasn't opposed to making out when they were both a little drunk was one thing, but finding one who was actively trying to get him off wasn't something that happened every day. Did they have to go back upstairs?
Part of him wanted to ask what the hell had been going on a year ago when he'd first tried to make a move, but as long as they were half-naked in a wine cellar and had a limited amount of time to be so, he wasn't going to waste breath on something that ultimately didn't matter at the moment. "Please," he muttered instead, moving his hips into the contact as he dove back into the kiss, while his hands moved up to undo as many of Fisk's buttons as he could find in the dark.
Leo was keeping half an ear out for anyone approaching but it was getting harder to do. Literally. Daphnels skin felt wonderful beneath his fingers. He responded heatedly to the kiss, sliding his tongue against Daphnel's as his hand wrapped around the other mans length. The cellar was chilly as one would expect from a wine cellar but Leonid wasn't able to tell thanks to the heat everything was causing in his system.
Victor had most of Fisk's buttons undone by this point and was able to run his hands over him, one trailing over the side of his ribcage and down over his abs while the other found a place to rest on Fisk's chest. Just as muscular as he'd looked a year ago in the hospital room, Victor noted with gratification. He had always had something of a weakness for muscles. Between the exploration of Fisk's body and the ongoing heated kiss, Victor's cock had sprung to life beneath Fisk's hand. They'd better not be interrupted now.
Victor broke off from the kiss and opened his mouth to say something — the sort of talk that would edge them both closer — but realized he didn't know enough about Fisk's preferences to even start. He couldn't even start to ask about his preferences, because he didn't know entirely if this was something that Fisk did regularly or whether it was something that had only happened once or twice when he was drunk and someone was available. His enthusiasm seemed to imply the former, but Victor didn't really know.
"Faster," he begged instead, simultaneously slipping the hand that had been on Fisk's waist down below his belt line, to start to tease him. Cross the finish line and there's a prize in it for you.
The feel of Daphnel's hands running over him felt absolutely wonderful. There was also a sort of adrenaline spike in knowing that they were doing this somewhere that was a little risky. One of their other friends could come down at any moment.
Daphnel broke off from the kiss and seemed about to say something. He laughed softly when he was begged to go faster. He was happy to oblige the request, his skin tingling everywhere that Daphnels fingers were touching.
Victor was soon breathing too heavily to kiss Fisk properly anymore. He punctuated their activities with rough kisses to Fisk's neck as he could, and spent the rest of his energy on touch. He knew better than to try and get someone else off at the same time — he didn't have the mental bandwidth to be a good reciprocal lover when he was building towards his own climax — so he focused on the lingering, slow touches that teased rather than built, conveying need and desire without rushing towards a conclusion.
His conclusion, on the other hand, was approaching steadily. Victor came with a moan he attempted to suppress by biting his lower lip, conscious of the fact that they were in someone else's house. He ignored the mess for the moment, more focused on getting his hands — and mouth — on Fisk before anyone came looking.
Victor grinned and leaned up against Fisk's shoulder for a quick moment. "That was fun," he mumbled, turning his hands towards the task of getting Fisk's pants properly down to reveal his cock. "Now let me return the favor," he continued in a flirtatious tone. He stood up straight again and turned his attention to Fisk and — was a bit surprised. Victor didn't say anything as he couldn't be sure if there actually was something different about the other man's body or if it was a combination of the cellar being dim and Victor being a little tipsy. He didn't want to start an insensitive conversation if he was imagining things and certainly didn't want to make Fisk feel self-conscious, but he couldn't help but hesitate.
Leonid felt a sense of victory when Daphnel came into his hand. He would worry about cleaning it off later when he had more presence of mind to withdraw his wand (the wooden, magical one not the one in his pants).
He chuckled in response to the flirtatious tone and rose an eyebrow as the other seemed to hesitate. He was a little confused as to why at first until it occurred to him what it might be. Had Daphnel never seen a circumcised penis before? Leo couldn't help but feel some sort of thrill out of apparently being the first circumcised man Daphnel had ever seen. "Oh, it's all right. I'm just Jewish." It didn't really occur to him that saying so might still not explain things to someone who might not familiar with Jewish customs.
This explained exactly nothing from Victor's perspective, but he was hesitant to say so and reveal his ignorance. If Fisk said it was alright, though, presumably it ought to all still work the same? Victor's primary hesitation had been not wanting to touch Fisk in a way he wouldn't enjoy, if he was particularly sensitive or tender in that area. If that was the case, though, surely he would have taken this opportunity to impart some kind of instructions for how he did want to be touched. Since he hadn't, Victor could only assume he was free to continue as planned.
"Oh... kay." (Was this going to taste the same?) "Just — tell me if I need to change anything I'm doing, alright?" he asked tentatively, as he worried his lower lip with his teeth. He took Fisk in his hand and stroked him, slowly at first but more firmly when Fisk didn't protest. As he gained confidence that the difference here seemed to be cosmetic and not fundamental, Victor moved to his knees.
"This okay?" he asked as he looked up at Fisk, assuming he would know that Victor wasn't asking about what he was already doing but rather what he hoped to do next.
"I will," he assured, hoping the other man would not decide that dealing with a circumcised penis was a little too much. He bit his lower lip to keep any noises he might make sealed in as Daphnel began to stroke him.
He watched as Daphnel moved to his knees. "Yes, please," he answered, eagerly tangling his fingers into Daphnel's hair.
The tone of Fisk's voice when he said please and the presence of his fingers in Victor's hair was more than enough encouragement for Victor to move past his hesitation. He smiled up at Fisk one more time, half shy and half sly, then took him in his mouth.
One of Victor's favorite things to do in situations like this was to ask his partner to talk to him while he worked. He liked being able to read each small success into the way their voice hitched and wobbled as they spoke, rather than waiting for a telling moan. It made for more efficient work, too, which was important since he was usually only doing things like this in these sorts of situations, on borrowed time and risking interruption at any moment. He'd been too distracted by the unfamiliar shape of Fisk's cock to ask him to indulge Victor on this, though, and he certainly wasn't going to stop what he was doing to ask for it.
He kept one hand stroking Fisk as his mouth moved against him, pushing him towards climax as quickly as he could. After it happened, Victor kept his mouth on Fisk for a few seconds, caressing his softening member with his tongue. He looked back up at Fisk, eyes seeking approval, but he stayed on his knees. Some men wouldn't kiss someone after they'd done this type of thing, and he wasn't sure which sort Fisk was.
Oh, was all Leonid could think for a moment as Daphnel took him into his mouth. Daphnel was good at this and he lost himself in the feel of the other mans mouth and hand moving against him. As he approached his climax, he couldn't help a moan though he had been trying to keep quiet due to their current location.
He shuddered a little though not from the cold as Daphnel caressed him with his tongue. Daphnel seemed to be waiting for something and Leonid had to admit, he didn't know what for. Mentally shrugging at it, he helped pull Daphnel back up to his feet and indulged himself in a kiss. "We should probably head back," he said, a bit of reluctance in his tone once he had parted from Daphnels lips.
