Words proved much less necessary after that – how could Nick protest to that request?( In the back of his mind, there was something terrible about following him to his bed – as if there would have been some plausible deniability anywhere else, as if the sofa or the table or the floor would have reminded him this was as sordid as it was. On King’s bed, it felt oddly – natural,  normal, not the wrong that it should have.)

By the time they were horizontal, Nick was already breathless and half-hard in his impatience to untuck King’s shirt from his trousers, fumbling keenly with his buttons as his mouth moved towards the base of King’s neck and downwards still, the more skin that he exposed.

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Victory couldn't help small amusement at how inexperienced Blott seemed to be. Not so amused that his mood was killed though. Especially as Blotts mouth on the base of his neck and travelling downward was a sensation he found he has missed more than he had thought.

He helped the other unclothe and get himself unclothed in turn, his leg hooking around the others hip as he murmured guidance into the others ear on what he should be doing next.

  

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He might have imagined being the one in control here, but Nick couldn’t help but be thankful for King at his ear, leading him on. It made things simpler, maybe: as if the burden of it was off his shoulders, as if he had ceded all personal responsibility for what happened here. He was just – following instructions. Playing along.

And this was not the first time he had done things like this with a... but this was a far cry from his former fumblings in the dark, a quick tug or some half-clothed friction. This was more intimate by half: he was now well-entwined with King’s body, caught between his legs and opening him up and grasping at him as he thrust into him, and again, and again. His thoughts grew scattered and his pace turned fervent. If he closed his eyes, it could have been anyone (– and never mind the leaner, flatter lines of King’s body or feeling the brush of his cock against his abdomen if he leaned a little too far in towards him).

With a groan, he spent himself inside King, spilling with a shameless satisfaction; however, once he had pulled out and finally stopped panting, the relief began to subside. There was – something exposing about having been the one to climax. Or at least that was how he explained the urge that abruptly took possession of him, as some urgent, necessary desire to repay the favour. It certainly wasn’t because he wanted to. Because instead of leaving things there as he should have, Nick knelt back on his knees without thinking and adjusted their position, and after a few strokes with his curled hand, he leant over and took King into his mouth.

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Victory did his best to stifle the moans that Blotts actions were pulling from him once the initial pain of being entered gave itself into pleasure. It really had been too long since he had last let himself indulge in the touch of another. "Fuck," he grunted as Blotts pace turned fervent.

He smiled a bit lazily as the other finished. He was going to have to deal with that but that was a problem for later. He shuddered in the pleasure of it as Blott took him into his hand and into his mouth. It did not take long until his hands were in the others hair which he then tugged at in warning when he felt himself getting close to his own completion.

  

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Fair was fair, and maybe this way King wouldn’t come back around and seek him out one day make things even? Nick rationalised it that way, and then sank back into that blissful, freeing state of just actions, no thinking, only conscious of his body and King’s. He was enjoying the pull of King’s hands in his hair a little too much as his head bobbed up and down to register it for the warning it was – so the last sudden thrust caught Nick almost by surprise, and he swallowed without quite meaning to.

Nor had he much meant to sprawl back on the bed next to King once he had disengaged himself. There were certain hazy thoughts in his head about clothes, and disapparating, and maybe another hit of cocaine, but he could not assemble them into any functional order, so instead he just – stayed where he was, basking in contentment. “I just need a minute,” he murmured to King, but if the other man answered him, his voice already came in indistinct. And so instead of leaving after that minute had stretched into two and then ten, Nick fell asleep.

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"Sorry about that, I tried to warn you," Victory murmured lazily as the other man ended up swallowing his cum. He was sated and feeling lazy now and it seemed Blott was feeling much the same. He nodded in idle understanding when the other claimed to need a moment. The other seemed to be falling asleep and Victory saw no real reason to stop him from doing so.

He washed himself up and took a moment to wipe Blott down enough that the other wouldn't be dealing with aftermath residue. He didn't have much energy for much else though so he also sprawled onto the bed and was soon asleep. And if he ended up snuggled up against the other man in the midst of their sleep, it was entirely unintentional.

  

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His body felt heavy when he snored himself half-awake. He still felt exhausted, and his head was throbbing something awful – so, in the interests of getting more sleep, Nick rolled over to try and get comfortable again. Or rather – he would have rolled over, had he not at that moment realised someone was in bed with him. Because their legs were tangled up together, and he was tucked in under their arm, and if he rocked ever so slightly backwards he could feel their manhood pressed up against his bare arse.

Well, this was bad. This was very fucking bad. Nick’s heart had pitched off at a frenzied pace, but his body had gone tense and still as he tried to work out the best escape. Or maybe this wasn’t what it looked like? He cast his mind back, and last night all filtered in – in spite of the drink and the drugs and the dozing, with certain facts and sensations still rendered absurdly, painfully clear. Suddenly he felt allergic to lying here.

So he threw King’s arm off him roughly and scrambled up, his search for his clothes too manic to be quiet or subtle about it.

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Victory grunted as he felt his arm being pushed off something. If that had not already woken, the others mad dash for his clothing did. He got up, not bothering to hide his nudity - weren't they past that now? - as he walked across the room to retrieve his robe. "Good morning to you, too," he said once he'd tied the robe around himself and poured himself a glass of water. He watched the others manic movements, wondering if the other was having morning after regrets. It sure seemed so.

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Damn – King was awake and up too, the whole reality of him staring him in the face. Stark in the face. Nick’s gaze had followed him, unwitting, as King paced serenely across the room... and it didn’t matter how much Nick wanted to pretend to himself otherwise, that nothing had happened last night: the sight of him was too familiar to deny it.

“I’m late,” Nick said stupidly, grasping for some explanation (or apology?) of his frantic attempt at a departure. This was stupid because it might be equally six in the morning or eleven already, he couldn’t tell; because his watch was somewhere in the pocket of his jacket that he hadn’t checked or seen since before King had stripped him of it last night; and also because Nick’s head was too leaden to decide with any certainty whether it was a workday or not, whether he did have anywhere to be. (If he had to get to the Ministry and do work today, they might as well sack him now.)

He picked up a shirt – wrong one, not his – and had to keep fishing awkwardly around the floor for their clothes, avoiding the weight of King’s gaze as best he could. Play it cool, Nick, he told himself – pretend it’s fine, pretend you’re none the wiser. He found the right shirt and pulled it over his head. “Thanks – thanks for – letting me sleep here,” he managed, once he had settled on the least incriminating allusion he could make to... events.

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Victory merely nodded as Blott professed to being late. He continued his amused silence as Blott kept casting around for his clothes, picking up the wrong shirt and such. He did not particularly sleep around or anything like that but he did manage an inn where a pair of men might sometimes make use of so he tended to see a variety of 'morning after' behaviours. "Of course. Your company was quite enjoyable," Victory said, not bothering to hide that he was infusing his words with a double meaning as he smirked a little.

  

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He was coming over in a cold sweat at those words and that smirk, and Nick had to duck his gaze, pretending to be too preoccupied pulling on his socks and underwear and trying to button up his trousers with clammy hands. “If you say so,” Nick said, with a dry swallow, still not meeting King’s eye. “I can’t remember a thing.”

And before King could decide to enlighten him any more than he already had, Nick grabbed his shoes, bundling the rest of his things into his chest, and fled the room.

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