[ Rook's Horny Shenanigans, FT. The Third Years ] : Vil Schoenheit
Contains: Vil Schoenheit/Rook Hunt, top AMAB Vil Schoenheit, bottom AFAB Rook Hunt, lots of smooches, lipstick stains, vil being the perfectionist he is, handjobs, brief blowjob, cum swallowing, making out, hickeys, brief implied asphyxiation
Note: this was kinda rushed i'm ngl. anyways, i am spreading the "rook is afab, a whore and has slept with half the school" agenda and you will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.i also have like other 5 drafts, but i also have no brain cells to continue them as of right now. repetative, like everything else i write.
Rook hummed as he watched Vil scold dorm members, biting his lip with a smile. He walked up to him, clapping his hands together with a smile. He ushered him away from the dorm members, tutting.
"Roi du Poison, do you need some stress relief?" He purred out, batting his eyelashes at the dorm head. He got a short glare before Vil grabbed his wrist and pulled him along back to his room. Rook smiled, licking his lips.
"It's always so easy to entice you, dearest. Do you like me that much?" He whispered teasingly as Vil pushed him against the wall once they got into his room. Rook opened his mouth to speak again, but was quickly interrupted by lips pressing against his own and a hand sliding up his shirt.
Rook moved his hands gently into Vil's hair, doing his best not to pull on it. As much as he wanted to pull it, wanted to ruin Vil's perfect look so he would ruin him in return, the school day wasn't over yet and the dorm head would not be happy with him.
"How's your jaw?" Vil whispered as he moved his lips to his jaw, kissing it softly as Rook's hands moved to Vil's pants, tugging on the belt with a soft moan. Rook grinded his hips slightly against the other, whining when Vil stopped his movements with a harsh grip on his hips.
"It's fine, Roi du Poison, Roi du Dragons, hng, isn't as rough as you are." Rook teased, throwing his head back with a moan as Vil bit down on his shoulder. He chuckled at the possessive streak of the dorm head, knowing he only got like this during their sessions, and it was fun to tease him about it.
"But, if you're really worried, I wouldn't mind giving you a handjob... As long as you keep leaving lipstick stains on my neck, oui?" Rook purred, slipping his hand into Vil's pants and palming his boner slowly, watching in delight as the other shivered against him. A whine escaped him as nails dragged over the scars on his chest, a sharp bite on his neck as he grabbed the outline of Vil's cock.
"Just, hurry up." Rook let out a chuckle. He loved hearing Vil grow impatient, it was so rare after all. He was usually composed and calm, to an extent, and seeing him fall apart with a few touches brought undescribable joy to the vice housewarden.
Recieving another bite, Rook pulled Vil's pants and underwear down to his thighs, wrapping his hand around the hard cock. He slowly moved his hand, using the other to gently tilt Vil's face up, kissing him again. The housewarden wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, while Rook moved the hand on his jaw to his hair, tugging on it gently.
"Mhn, you should, hah, fuck me when school is over, Vil~" Rook purred as he moved his hand faster, rolling his thumb over the head. The housewarden rolled his eyes as he kissed him again, his lipstick smearing on both of them as he continued playing with Rook's chest.
"I can't, Epel has vocal lessons." Vil muttered as he littered bites and kisses along his collar. Rook shuddered as Vil thrusted into his hand, licking his lips as he nudged him gently with his shoulder. Vil grunted, and Rook laughed in his mind at how people would react to this side of him, and let the other get down on his knees.
Wrapping his hands around Vil's thigh, he opened his mouth wide and took his cock into his mouth, looking up at him through his eyelashes, purring as the other started thrusting roughly into his mouth, grabbing his hair and holding it tightly. Rook's eyes rolled back, putting his hand between his thighs and grinding down against his own palm as his housewarden fucked his throat.
Vil held him against his pelvis, Rook's body shaking as cum filled his mouth, moaning as he bobbed his head slowly, swallowing around the other. Vil pulled his head off, Rook panting heavily as he looked up at him.
"Gosh, you're so messy..." Vil cooed, wiping some cum off his chin and put his thumb in Rook's mouth. He sucked it off his finger, licking his lips before getting up, placing a kiss on Vil's lips. The man made a face and shook his head, a fond look in his eyes as he fixed his pants.
"Alright, get out, I need to fix my makeup." Rook nod his head and hummed happily as he walked out of the room. "Don't forget to clean up!"
Rook pretended not to notice the new first years staring at the state of his neck.
