#epdarcy

[epjaebum-blog]

2.5

@epdarcy

darcy’s been talking for a full two minutes but jaebum only hears one, tunes out the rest. instead he watches his lips move – traces the way they build shape only for it to collapse, to unfold, to renew before his eyes. there is interest here, but there’s also connection, a memory.

because if he isn’t mistaken, those same lips were busy the night of the party; and jaebum isn’t prone to jealousy, he never found it thrilling enough, but he feels its tremors in his chest, like gentle reminders, nudges in the right direction. though, what drives his tongue, is the colorful splash of curiosity that roams his thoughts, like a sea that houses the endless boats of teasing that swim forward to their destination of a flustered darcy. after all, that’s jaebum’s usual goal when he’s around darcy – a constant, nearly infinite, desire to make him squirm; to pull him apart only to put him back together again, a tender sort of game.

so he waits until darcy pauses, which takes another minute, and even then it seems like it’s only for a breath. jaebum reaches forward to press a hand against over the book that sits between them. he’s much closer, now; leaning; fitting his lips into a smile that looks as innocent and idiotic as it is intuitive.

“okay, that’s all cool and stuff and really neat. but, darcy, i think i need another tutor. i have someone in mind – he’s tall, kind of looks scared.” he pauses, almost looks serious. “because what i want to learn is how i can get a boy like you to shove his cute little tongue down my throat like you did to him. can you learn that? do you have to be born with it – ? 

what is it darcy? what turns a nice boy like you on that much?” 

[ephongbin-blog]

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@epdarcy

in hindsight, drinking at the party was probably not the best idea hongbin has ever had. however, he’s a little too far gone to care at this point, because the alcohol (poorly disguised as juice and far too cheap to be tasty, but he’s not about to complain) feels good. he’s a bit bored, and admittedly a bit too flirty for poor company. the temptation to dip, or worse, hook up with someone for the sake of curing his boredom is very real.  

truth be told, he’s been searching for someone in particular. someone who even in his alcohol riddled state he can’t get out of his mind, who he keeps seeing around the room and god he wants to go talk to darcy so badly. though he knows- he knows!- that if he goes to try and talk, he’ll say things he shouldn’t say, and the urge to touch him will most likely be a little too strong to resist. 

yet, hongbin finds himself doing exactly that two drinks later, because he has no self control and hates himself. apparently. he tries, very hard (or maybe not actually all that hard at all, he can’t tell at this point) to ignore how nice darcy’s body feels under his touch when he slides a hand down the other ravenclaw’s back in way of greeting. maybe he lets his hand linger a little bit too long but... who can blame him?

“why haven’t you come to talk to me yet? i’ve been waiting for you...” hongbin simpers, tone tapering into something honeyed as his attention shifts from darcy’s pretty eyes to his prettier lips. “don’t you think i’m pretty anymore, darcy? don’t you wanna kiss me?” 

he places a finger under darcy’s chin, tilts it upwards and fights with all his might not to lean in. he needs to be patient. 

“haven’t you missed me like i’ve missed you?”

[epasher-blog]

not so smooth ‘ .

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by this point the party is filled with people either far too drunk to even stand, most more then likely already passed out lying in a pool of their own sick somewhere. in the early-stages of sobering up or being boring and leaving before something worth of being there had happened.

but despite all of this, asher was quite contempt. merrily sipping away at yet another beer that he’d managed to persuade a gryffindoor to hand over solely by telling them they we’re too drunk to drink it. 

how stupid of them. 

his eyes find themselves wandering through the crowd. trying to find the next person he could talk to - or more then likely make fun off. however, when his eyes meet with the all too familiar ravenclaw’s face he finds himself already stumbling over to where he was stood.

“Darcy-ah” he calls out, probably louder then he wanted it to be. “I hope you’re not still being a grump even at a party.” slinging his arm round the other males shoulders more for support then anything else.