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Even as the boys slowly retire to bed one by one, you continue your studying. You still have real school and real life to deal with but when it gets down to just the two of you sitting on the couch, Dionysus can get pretty distracting. It started with an arm around your shoulders as you read your textbook, but when you leaned forward to take notes, it wrapped around your waist and his thumb brushed against your hip where your shirt rode up.
At the time he meant nothing by it,of course, simply content to be with you while you studied- but as the night went on, his hands became more daring: slipping under your shirt to draw circles on the small of your back with his fingertips, moving his hand to your shoulder to gently knead the tense muscles with his thumb, and by the time the last of the boys had left for the night, his hand had moved to your thigh. In his defense, he had been drinking quite a bit and he always gets a bit handsy when he gets properly drunk, but you were getting lightheaded yourself, not even having had a sip. That’s just how much his presence-and his touches-affected you.
Slamming your book shut, you announced that you are going to bed. Seeing as how you just spent the last five minutes looking at the same page, but unable to concentrate on anything but his hand slowly but surely creeping up your thigh, you figured there was no point staying up to “study”; it was clearly getting you nowhere.
He looks up with a knowing smirk; he knows exactly what he does to you, no matter how hard you try to remain unaffected, and he assents to walking you back to your room. As you walk down the long hallway he wraps his arm around your waist and once again slides his fingers under the hem of your shirt, playing with the smooth skin there. You feel electricity everywhere he touches but before you know it, you’re back to your room and you lean against the door.
Without saying a word, he leans in for a kiss, hands on either hip as you clutch your books to your chest. After a few moments, however, he pulls back and the corner of his lip twitches as he holds back his smile.
“I guess I’ll be going then.” He says, and you know what he’s doing. He’s giving you the option, of course, as he always does to just say goodnight and go to bed- an option you usually take- but tonight you can hear the challenge in his voice. You know he wants you, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t return his feelings, so instead of bidding him goodnight, you give him a playful smirk and respond.
“Or you could come in.” You say, eyebrow raised in a challenge of your own; one you know he is more than willing to accept.
Without another word, you reach behind you to turn the knob and open the door silently thanking, well-the gods, that your room is clean and decent. He follows you in and smiles as you push a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drop your books on your desk. Before you can turn around, he’s standing behind you, his arms winding around your waist and his lips going to your neck. You know he’s being patient for your sake, so as he trails his kisses down your neck, you reach a hand up into his hair and play with the strands before tugging on them softly.
You know it was the right move as he groans against your skin, and you take the moment to turn around and face him. His lips descend on yours this time and his hands slide down your sides then around to squeeze your ass before picking you up, and setting you down on the desk behind you. He steps between your legs, moving ever closer to you as he continues his assault on your lips. He bites your lower lip softly, but with enough pressure to make you gasp, and then his tongue slips in, moving with yours as you explore each other’s mouths. His hands begin to move up under your shirt again and as much as you want to keep this moving forward, the desk under you is rapidly becoming very uncomfortable, as you break the kiss, pushing against his chest gently with one hand.
He immediately steps back to look at you and you see something in his eyes that tell you that if you wanted him to stop right now and leave you, he would.
However, you quickly disregard that thought and nod your head towards the bed, eyebrow raised suggestively. His face breaks out into a rare, brilliant smile- teeth and all- as he picks you back up and carries you to the bed as his lips return to yours. He sits on the edge of the bed, you straddling his lap, and your mind momentarily wanders to the test you’re supposed to be studying for; but no matter which way you think about it, you can’t imagine an A on a test feeling any better than the way he’s making you feel right now: his hands on your body, his lips on your lips, and the feeling of him under you knowing full well that in this moment, he wants you just as much as you want him.