Dane&Jackson&Ori

Two assholes and a professor

[shadxwbxy]

"And what makes you think i would let you of all people treat me so disrespectfully." He teases knowing he had a bit of reputation, "you all but shoved your cock up my ass in your introduction" Regan has now dropped every ounce of intention of what he was doing at the start and was now closed off to any one but Jackson. He sensed the distraction and found just a small crack in his walls. Not wanting to fully take advantage of his weakness. "Shame I put on red today." Reagan let he memory of seeing his body in his body on display in front of his mirror. The red lace hugging his body like it was a second skin. The mental image of him turned showing off his ass before cutting out.

"Some one has to do it our else this school would be even more boring the it already is." Reagan loved the little game they where playing so he pushed it along. If this was a game Reagan would be in the lead after all. The image that was playing with Jackson's cock slide off his lap and rested between the man's legs. The cock was pulled out slowly before a lick was placed from base to tip. A small whimper left his lips as he took it into his mouth. Luckily just like in life the mental image of Reagan didn't have gag reflex and was all able to take all of Jackson in one movement.

[thosemagicalbastards]

"Me of all people? My, barb that almost stings there. And please- don't pretend you didn't get a bit of a thrill from such a bold introduction." The rich wizard countered with a little broad smirk. He knew of his own reputation and really, he was always happy to lean into such an image as the party, rich, snob that he was.

"Well, sweet merlin. Men would go to war over such a beautiful sight as that." Jackson sent back as he lingered on that memory even as it cut out. The sight of Regan in red damn near caused him to desire the most sinful and depraved things in his soul, he wanted to grip the other's body and tug it against him. To slide hand a hand down between those legs and lay claim to that pretty cock and ass. He wanted to hear the other gasp and whine for him.

"Oh, I'm sure the student body will thank you for making the school year a little more interesting, at the very least." Jackson was less focused on the conversation and more on the mirror image of Reagan on his lap. His eyes flicked down to the spot on the floor the other was he spread his legs to allow the other between them like that. Seeing the other's lips around his cock- fake mental image or not was still fucking hot. The sinful little whimper that escaped Reagan's lips ran through his head in the best way, the mental vibrations of the other sliding down that cock in one smooth go made Jackson actually swear in real life. "Fuck.." It's whispered but it's enough of a reaction to prove that Jackson was rather enjoying himself. His thick cock is trapped in his suit pants in reality as the mental version of him trapped a handful of Reagan's hair and gives it a sharp tug. "Hungry little...you look so good like this, sweetheart."

[timedandtaled]

Burak shook his head, the whole potion debacle clearly irritating him. "Love mad, obsessed, absolute devotion, borderline ready for worship. From what I can tell, a single drop would make you forget your own needs." His eyes remained on the alluring red glow of the bottle, fingers tapping lightly against the book he'd just closed. "Love potions are supposed to be delicate, used in a way to lightly influence feelings, not completely rewire the brain chemistry of someone to tha-"

He chuckled, eyes coming up from the vial to his colleague, and he raised both hands in a mock surrender. "Forgive me. My passion for potions often runs away with me," meaning he spoke about them too much, "but, it would be nice to see you more often. I feel I would notice the glittering in your eyes and around them, if you left the dungeon more often." Burak stood, heading over to the bookshelf at the side of his office, "I have my latest dream journal. I assume that is why you're really here?"

[thosemagicalbastards]

Ori gave a soft little smirk at those words as the other rattled off the effects of that potion. "I feel like I've been there a few times in my very long life." Ori mused lightly but he didn't want to interrupt the other as he went into full teacher mode about the very nature of the drink. "They are still learning, Burak. And everyone has an unskilled hand the first time they try their hand at more advanced techniques. It's impressive they tried at all. No matter how stupid." Ori countered softly when the other finally cut himself off mid-rant.

"Don't be sorry, I adore hearing people speak with such a passionate tone- no matter the subject," Ori said simply as he chuckled himself and shook his head at the other holding up his hands like that. "I promise. " He added with a little easy smile at those next words. It was always nice when someone enjoyed his rather...unique style. "Well running a whole house of students doesn't always give me time outside my office. Not to mention my own classes but.. I shall make an effort to glitter up your life more, Burak." He said simply before giving a nod at the other as he walked towards the bookcase.

"Look at that, you really are a seerer."

[spxcymxmxs]

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[timedandtaled]

Burak's Office // Open

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you," Burak was quick to declare as the other male entered his office and stepped towards his desk, motioning a hand at the glowing red bottle in the centre of it, "had to confiscate that from a student earlier. From what I can tell it's a love potion made purposely too potent. Malicious intent I assume." Burak closed his book, placing it on the desk next to the potion.

"How can I help you?"

[thosemagicalbastards]

"Oh, aren't you charming? Did they aim for amorous and go straight for love mad?" Ori pointed out as he stopped his hand reaching towards that bottle and letting it drop to his side. "At least your students seem as enthusiastic as mine." Granted, divination wasn't exactly the most popular class around. Ori moved towards the seat across from the other as he settled in it. Ori was elaborately dressed as he normally was, sliver rings twinkling off his fingers and golden eyeshadow and eyeliner painted on his elegant face as the founder smirked over at the potions teacher with a tilt of his head.

"Aren't I allowed to check in? Make sure you're not overly stressed,Burak? You make it seem like coming up for air out of my dungeons is such a rare thing." He teased easily with a glint in his eyes.

[shadxwbxy]

"I can admit that the first idea while vulgar and inappropriate it was mildly entertaining to get a peak into your mind." Reagan continued to poke around looking for any crack in the walls that the other had put up. The battle of wits they played had never reached this point before so it was more than enough to start distracting him form the minds he was pulling gossip from.

Reagan could feel the other poking around the same way he was, but he was used to letting little things slip when he needed to. He gave Jackson small glimpses of him in various phases of undress. His body covered in many colors of lace his collection of lingerie was extensive "Are you enjoying peaking around my mind Jackson?" The touch of the other man was far from delicate but at least he would know the next time he felt it.

A smile was on his face as watched the other move in his seat knowing that he was having some effect on him. "someone needs to be how else would gossip get spread around." It wasn't the most ethical way to fish for information but at least it was fun. Regan built on the the thought Jackson had placed in his mind. Moaning under the imaginary kiss before the image of himself in the other's mind moved to slip into his pants wrapping his fingers around the other's cock.

[thosemagicalbastards]

"Perhaps I just wanted to give you a little peek into the future, seer style." There was somehow that same cocky little tone though that shared connection. He could feel the other still poking around his mind even as he shifted back against his seat across the room. His lips curled up in a smirk as he reached over to pick up a book from one of the shelves if only to make it seem like he certainly wasn't doing what he was doing with the other.

Even with Jackson's skill, he hadn't exactly been expecting those images of the other wearing less and less and then those images of the other wearing pretty, lace, lingerie. It didn't help that the other slammed the mental button of one of his kinks so very, very perfectly that it had let him slip up mentally for a few moments. "Oh, very, very much so...You really do look quite pretty in white lace..." If there was anything the other wanted to glean from his mind, that was the time. With images like that.

It was easy at this point to allow that mental connection to open up enough to have a mental version of Regan on his lap like that, that no one around them could see but a version of the two of them playing in each others mind, as dirty as they liked. "Oh and that's you are you? The source of all that gossip, our very own little whistleblower.." The mental version of Jackson just sank in that moan from the other, enjoying the sound as he groaned himself at the other hand found a way down around his cock, and his impressive shaft already twitched against Reagan's hand. His own hand moved down the other's chest, feeling the muscles there before his hand slipped over the other's hip to squeeze at that sinful ass he fucking adored every time that Reagan had walked past.

He was very, very tempted to mentally fuck the other right here, without anyone else in the school knowing.

[shadxwbxy]

he let out a little chuckle hoping the little mind conversation the pair was having wasn't becoming obvious. "I see someone isn't used to hearing the word no" The tease was light hearted he had done enough damage to the other's ego to give him just a bit of grace. Reagan could still feel the lingering touch of the other's mind on his and he just felt around it for a bit. Learning what it felt like to have Jackson poking around in his thoughts looking for something that can used as a signature for later.

The image of the other kissing him played in his mind like it was his one. This one however was far more appalling then the thoughts of him being used like nothing more then a sex doll. His heard turned to give the other small smile before thinking of sitting in the other's lap his fingers running up the back of his head as his lips kissed at the neck. The voice sounded like it was coming from the back of his mind. "How else do you think i know everything" he teased back as his moved through the next few people not skimming anything of note. "Don't tell you thought i wasted my time befriending people"

[thosemagicalbastards]

"Hm, I think we both know that wasn't a hard no or you would have pushed me out your mind." Jackson teased back without missing a beat. Jackson's mental touch was strong and commanding, almost dominating but it seemed he was in the mood to let the other push him out if he wished. More curious how the other would react to him searching his mind than anything else.

It was impossible not to enjoy that mental projection of Reagan sitting on his lap like that, he could almost feel those lips as they traveled down his neck and that feeling of the other's curious fingers as they danced down his neck. It was tempting to hold onto that mental projection, of that feeling of the others weight on his lap. Of that damn near perfect feeling of those lips.

Still, he forced himself to focus on the other's words as they danced through his mind. His eyes found the other wizards across the room. "My, my, aren't we the clever little spy." Jackson spoke back as he shifted his legs, betraying the fact the other had affected him with that last mental image. "Never. Reagan, my pretty boy." There was a new metal image to the other, Reagan was still sitting in his lap as Jackson tilted the others head up from his neck to find his lips in a hungry, but passionate kiss. It was still sexually charged but far less...rushed.

[bryantxchevalier]

When he wasn't in the greenhouse hands deep in dirt Kit tended to prefer to study in the common room. Sure it was more distracting but it allowed him to glance up at the common room door every time it opened as if he was waiting for a certain someone to walk through it. It was hopeless and stupid he was aware, acting like a school girl with a crush but Kit...well Kit had been in love for several years now.

It had been as if he stepped right into a fairy tale the first time he laid eyes on Dane on his first week of school here. Breath hitched in his chest, brown eyes went wide and all thoughts escaped his mind as he looked like a deer in headlights simply just staring at the other. Fallen head over heels with one look and Kit still hasn't been able to surface from those feelings nearly six years later. Simply drowning himself in day dreams as he scribbled their initials in hearts all over his notebook.

He was lost in one of those little moments when he heard Dane's voice in front of him. Letting out a small squeak he slammed his notebook shut and looked up from his seat to meet him eye to eye. "H-hi, Dane..." There was no doubt he wasn't bright red in his face as he blushed. "Uh n-no not today...just going over some things about mandrake..." Normally he never stuttered but it was like Dane made him lose all sense of speech. "Do you want me to look for some new tea?"

[thosemagicalbastards]

It's hard not to enjoy that little squeak from Kit as he slams that book to hide whatever he is doing from Dane. Part of him was tempted to slip the book from the other's grasp and flip it open to see just what the other thought was so worthy of hiding. And if Kit was anyone else at this stupid school, he might have just done that. Instead, he was just going to enjoy that bright red expression on Kit's face. "Oh really? Hm? Utterly entrapped by the state of the mandrakes everywhere, are you?" His words weren't as cruel as he and, if anyone had stuttered his name like that- he might have jumped on it like a shark on an attack but instead, he was just going to give the other his best smile.

'Oh yeah? Going to go searching the kitchen, just for me Princess? Find me something new?" Dane just leaned forward till his lips teased against the curve of the other's ear. "Make sure you reach for the good stuff in the back, you know, so I can some time to check out that ass you're hiding there, Princess." His words were heated but it was impossible to tell if Dane just wanted to blush more for him again or if he wanted to take the other somewhere to have his wicked way with him A bold hand did come down to tease some of that long dark hair of Kit's though before his hand dropped away.

"You wanna come look for that tea with me?" Why not get a little private time with the blushing boy?

[wxldxheart]

"I am hoping this was a one-off event, but unfortunately it has shaken my trust a little." Greyson admitted with a soft sigh. He'd always believed in the very best of people, especially his students because why else would they want to attend his class other than to learn about the wonders that were magical creatures? And now one had chipped that trust and made the Professor doubt. "It's more than likely the only time I am intimidating." Greyson chuckled.

"Oh do I? And how'd I get that so easily?" Grey teased, teasing his fingers along Ori's lower back when he leaned forward. "After all, what would the others say if they thought you were playing favourites?" He smirked playfully.

Whenever Greyson was shown affection he eagerly wanted more. Perhaps it was a product of his upbringing - the only son of the ancient house of Bloodwood, a family legacy to uphold, and yet all he'd wanted to do was explore the world and see its many wonderous creatures. Much to the disappointment of his father. The wandering lifestyle hadn't given him many opportunities for love beyond the few short-lived childhood romances he'd had at school. And yet he was still ever the hopeless romantic at heart. "I could, maybe I'll write that into my next lesson plan."

Grey listened, his fingers continuing their exploration of Ori's spine as he spoke, considering his words. "Hm, that is a small conundrum. You could always threaten them with having to feed the kelpies in my class if they don't meet your expectations?"

[thosemagicalbastards]

"I'd be convinced you were some sort of shapeshifter if such an event didn't shake your trust a little. You love those animals, Greyson. Hurting them is like hurting you." Ori pointed out with a soft, soothing tone. It was impossible to not see the depth of carrying that Greyson had for such creatures, the way he'd put them first even when they were putting together the school. "Hm- I don't know. I think you might underestimate yourself in that regard." He pointed out with a scrunch of his nose. Though Ori was a firm believer in the fact you would be scary just by being...cold, rather than firey. An icy cold tone did well to keep some students in line with his experience. No dragon form is required.

There's a gentle soft *almost* gasp as those fingers tease along his lower back and his body tilts back against those fingers welcomingly. "Hm, you do. And you earned it simply with your honesty, while "I'm sure the others might have some thoughts about me playing favorites..." He could almost see Sebastian Cross giving him a look across the table if he did. "But hey, I think they'll deal with the fact that you have wooed me to your side," Ori said simply with a one-shouldered shrug as his finger drew a few playful little shapes on Greyson's chest.

"Oh? Or you could just give me private lectures. Let me steal all your attention." Ori countered with that teasing little smile of his as his nose brushed up against Greyson's. If Greyson needed affection, Ori was more than happy to give it. It flowed from him with every easy smirk and playful little touch.

It was hard not to enjoy those fingers as they teased down his spine. "Oh yeah? seems mean to let me use your class as punishment." He pointed out with a little flash of his smile.

[thosemagicalbastards]

2A for Jackson

@wixmagicae | smutty starter | 2A

Jackson wasn't exactly playing gently as he slammed his impressive cock into Luis again, and again. A smirk danced along his face as he reached down to curl a hand into the other's dark hair and he wrenched that hair back. "Fucking hell.." While he might never admit it, both Belrose's boys were something else- a cut above the rest of the students and any who dared climb into his bed. Sweat dripped down Jackson's chest from the sheer force and aggression he took out on the bent-over boy. It was like he wanted to force every last moan, gasp, whimper, and whine out of Luis. He wanted to devour each and every little sound the other made, he wanted to see the other ruined, dripping with his come and aching from his time with him.

"You're so fucking beautiful.." Jackson's head leaned forward to tease into the other's ear as his words dripped with a mix of affectionate and pure desire before pushing that head back toward the bed as those hips picked up again, pressing himself into the boy again and again.

[thosemagicalbastards]

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Jackson often saw life as a chessboard, if not a game to be won. And part of that worldview was making sure his side of that metaphorical chess board was stacked with some powerful players and the sheer bonus of being able to create one of those players was too enticing an idea to ignore. Sammy was younger, smart, well-connected, and handsome to boot. All of those things had led Jackson to spend more time with him than some of the other students, much to Beau's utter annoyance. Sometimes you just had to predict where someone's life was going to go and...divert it to a different path. One that was far, far more helpful with Jackson's long-term goals.

It was an added bonus that the other also seemed to adore being bent over by him and Jackson relished each and every chance he got to do exactly that. His hand pressed into Sammy's chest as he slammed him up against the closed door of whatever classroom he managed to pull the other into. "My, my weren't you quite a sight. Throwing a Fiendfyre spell like it was nothing." Jackson didn't do magical combat himself but he could still be found lingering near the doorways to watch when matches went down. If he wanted some powerful wizards on his side, wasn't that the best place for it? His hands curled into Sammy's chest as he pressed a hungry, demanding kiss against the other's lips. It was always clear who was in charge of those little hooks up, who always had the control. It was Jackson. It was the way he preferred things.

[wixcrafted]

beauregard belrose almost walks over to jackson and sends the two boys on his side away with a look, a word, and a curse. he almost does. not that he has the right to do so, but jealousy is a coiled snake ready to strike. part of him likes how they’re paying attention to the lovecraft student, another part makes him want to set them on fire.

the words make him snap out of his temporary hate fueled daze. his head tilts to the side, sly smirk spreading over his features before it turns into a serpentine smile, all fangs and venom. “jealous? over them?” a half chuckle. “i just thought you had better standards. you know that one,” he points toward the boy to his left. “would vote against any policy that your family backed.” there’s perks to knowing how to work people, like gaining insight into anyone who would get in his way.

once jackson sends them away, beau moves forward, sitting in his lap with ease. his arms move to wrap around his shoulders. “what? me being in this isn’t enough?” it’s a short skirt, riding up his lean, muscled thighs. he leans forward to whisper in his ear, lips brushing against his earlobe and neck. “i wore it just for you.” then, beau grabs jackson‘a hand and puts it between his thighs, guiding it upward. “and nothing underneath.”

now, he turns his head to kiss jackson on the neck, teeth dragging lightly against this flesh. “take me somewhere private.” as much as he wouldn’t mind this room full of people watching; the jealousy inside of him wants jackson all to himself. “unless you think you could keep me quiet right here.”

[thosemagicalbastards]

Perhaps he shouldn't antagonize Beau as much as he does at times, though it's not like they've ever made their relationship formal in the proper formal sense. It's certainly not like Beau wasn't out there enjoying a bit of fun with other students. It was just Jackson was confident that nothing the other could enjoy- no matter how much he spread those lips or legs would come close to touching what he had with the other. Perhaps it was pure ego on his part or maybe it was the simple fact that the way the other felt under his touch, the way he arched and moaned so damn pretty was like nothing else the depraved wizard could get elsewhere. "I wasn't exactly playing with I'm for his connections." Jackson drawled back over at Beau with a little of his eyebrows. "Seemed like the sort I could fuck till he broke- so.." He countered but he did flick his eyebrow up slightly at that information. As if putting it away for later.

His head turns back just as Beau settles down on his lip and he's more than a little distracted by the sight of Beau in that tiny skirt just for him. It's terrible how well Beau knew which pressure points to press to get a reaction from Jackson. "Well now.." Jackson started as he tilted his head down to gaze at that skirt as the other leaned forward to tease into his ear, his eyes fluttering slightly at the brush of those pouty lips against his neck and ear. I wore it just for you. Those words certainly get Jackson's cock to twitch playfully between his legs. His hand moves easily with Beau's and his smirk gets wider, and wider at the fact there is nothing under that skirt. His fingers curled to tease over Beau's cock to give it a little loving stroke. "You sinful little..." Affectionate dripped from his tone as he gave a gasp as those teeth teased against his neck.

It was tempting to deny that request from the other. To throw him down and let some of the Lovecraft boys see Beau moan into the pillow as he took him as harshly as he craved. "I think we both know the last thing I would like is you quiet..." Jackson's words cut over at the other before he slipped his hand away from the other cock and teased the hem of that skirt for a moment before gently pushing the other off his lap, must to his regret, his cock was thick, intimidating, and hard as it pushed against the fabric of his trunks as he slipped off the bed and took Beau's hand to tug him off the bed.

"Somewhere private it is, my pretty wizard," Jackson said finally as he led him out of the room and away from the various eyes that might have watched them. If Beau wanted to be a little possessive with him, he could play with that. It wasn't hard to lead the other down the hallway to find one of the more private rooms of the dormitory. Jackson pulled the other into the room before his lips found the other in a hungry, oh so possessive kiss with the other.

[wxldxheart]

"Seems I might have to resort to such measures if they would harm my creatures even after seeing their Professor as the intimidating dragon he can be." Grey chuckled. There were two reasons the Bloodwood house crest was a dragon - the first Greyson's fascination with the creatures was lifelong after the deep roots his family had with the beasts, the second was the fact that the form he'd taken upon completing his animagus incantations was that of a Hebridean Black, a feat he was most proud of.

"Guess we know what I'll be bringing up at the next Founder's meeting them hm." He chuckled jokingly. While he might not propose they actually consider dunking wayward students into the river Styxs - perhaps a stricter vetting program to root out undeserving students might be worth considering.

Greyson certainly relaxed under Ori's gentle petting, rather enjoying the weight of the other in his lap even if he was generally used to being in the opposite position with people. "Ah see, there it is. The catch. If I have to be shirtless to get people to listen to my ramblings, what hope is there for me?" He laughed. "Well if they think it's such an easy class, make the passing grade 99%. Then we'll see how many of them start to see prophecies in tea leaves." He teased.

[thosemagicalbastards]

"I suppose we should have faith that most students wouldn't be that cruel." If they thought every student would harm a creature in the class, it wouldn't exactly foster trust between the students and the staff. "Though you are very, very intimidating when you're breathing fire." He added with a smirk curving up his lips.

"Well, you already have my vote oh so very secure." Ori teased playfully with a little lean forward of his head and a glint in his eyes. His tone might have been playful but his words rang with truth. He'd back Greyson in any plan he might want to do after an experience like this.

Ori's affectionate tended to be very, very fluid. He was just as comfortable being on someone's lap as he was being the one with someone whose lap was taken. He was just as comfortable bending Greyson over the nearest surface as he was being the one taken. Perhaps it was because his own gifts had cursed him as much as liberated him. It was hard to see the future- to touch someone and be able to see how long a life they had, how it tangled and weaved with another. Where it might end without intervention. Being a true seer wasn't something he'd wish on anyone. He'd learned to counteract that burden by focusing on the moment he had in front of him. The people he had around him. "You could also just lose the pants, and do the talk naked. I'd attend that class." Ori replied cheekily, enjoying Greyson's laugh as it echoed around the room. There was a hum of his at that suggestion as he leaned back with a dramatic little sigh. "A tempting prospect to be sure- but I'm not sure fake prophecies would teach them anything else. I suppose I could start to limit testing them before they joined to see if I have a gift- of course, then I might get no students at all."

[thosemagicalbastards]

@wixhavenmagik liked for starter.

Dane was a bully, there wasn't a way to dance around that simple universal fact. There was always an untapped amount of rage bubbling under the surface with the wizard. He liked to provoke and bait- he seemed to thrive on the reactions he got when he did from some of the other students. Honestly, it was something of a wonder he was placed in Cross, let alone had managed to stay a student as long as he'd been. Dane shoved a passing student into a nearby stone wall as he turned the corner down the hallway with a little chuckle on his face.

He takes two steps at a time as he moves up towards a portrait on the third and out into the dormitories made of tree houses, his feet echoing on the wooden floor as he heads towards that more common roomish tree house. His eyes fell upon Kit with a little smirk dancing along his lips. Kit was one of those people that Dane had no idea how people didn't see and lose their breath about- the way the other eyebrows furrowed together at a particularly hard part of a book or the way he idly played some hair as he talked about the latest plant in the greenhouse. There were some very, very attractive people at this school but Kit could make the moment between heartbeats feel like an eternity.

Dane was just going to round the seat Kit was sitting on and drop his hips back against the nearest table. "Hey, Princess. Have you discovered a new favorite sort of tea yet?" The pet name rolled off his lips dripping in affectionate and a hint of sexual innuendo, as he smirked down over at the long-haired beauty in front of him.

[wxldxheart]

"Like some sort of field trip?" Greyson chuckled a brow raised at the other's teasing suggestion. It was an amusing thought, to send the students to the underworld as some form of punishment wrapped up in the guise of an educational excursion. For a moment Greyson seemed to go quiet, the cogs turning in his brain as he seemed to think over how viable such a suggestion actually was. "You think Larkin would sign off on that?" He asked, really considering it for a moment.

He shivered at the ghost of touch to his neck before he suddenly ended up with a lap full of Ori, surprised at the sudden action but not displeased. Greyson's free arm automatically wrapped its way around Ori's waist to provide extra support now he'd found his new seat.

"I am a little, I can practically see the light fading in your eyes as I talk about habitat biomes and feeding habits." Greyson teased with a playful grin. He knew his subject was niche so was never offended when others didn't see the same spark he did. He listened, casually sipping his scotch as Ori talked, nodding along as he did. "I always found tarot fascinating, not that I was any good at it. But who knows, maybe this year someone will predict something big."

[thosemagicalbastards]

"Exactly. Just threaten to dip them in the river Styx, the sight of the river of souls should keep them from any more acts of animal abuse. " Ori argued playfully with a little wiggle of his eyebrows. There's a tilt of his head as he sees Greyson go quiet- he could almost tell that the other was considering his words as a serious option and the divination teacher just sucked on the inside of his cheek with a little nod. "You know- I genuinely think he would. Larkin, at the very least, would understand the need for it." Or at the very least the headmaster would listen to them a decent argument about it. They did have something of an equal power structure among the founders after all.

There's a happy little hum as that arm wraps around his waist like that and he settles his ass back against Grayson's crotch, his own hand trailing down from the other's neck to his chest, his affection for the other was pretty evident every little touch.

"Oh please. I could hear you ramble on about the flight patterns of the northeastern water dragons for hours, Greyson dearest. Provided you were shirtless while you did it." He countered with a little scrunch of his nose and a sip of his drink. "Hm- perhaps. Or it will be just another year of students thinking it's an easy passing mark." Ori said with a click of his tongue and a little shrug.

[thosemagicalbastards]

@wixcrafted liked for a starter

"Oh don't be jealous" Jackson drawled over at the other with a smirk dancing along his face as he flicked down the other's body. They were adorable, really. "It was just a bit of fun" He added with his usual dry flair. Jackson was already stripped down to a simple pair of tight black trunks that were already teasing quite an impressive cock between his legs through the fabric. His body pressed back against the seat as he had two pretty, younger students on either side of his body, their lips teasing over his neck and chest as he regarded the other with a pleased little curious hum.

"Oh. Is this you asking for some attention pretty boy?" There was a gentle chuckle as he turned his head to the beautiful boy next to him to whisper something in his ear- there was a soft annoyed sound before both nearly naked boys slipped out of his arms to go off to find some other fun off in the other room of the dorm.

"Are you going to make this worth my while for such a kind act as that then? Those boys were really trying to get my attention for a while, you made them very annoyed by doing that you know."

Jackson teased with a little twink in his eyes as an arm leaned back to run along the back of his neck with a dagger-like smirk. He was being his usual, dramatic self but the truth was that Beau and his brother were both people who could always get his attention and his time, and they both knew that fundamental fact.

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"She's fine, no whiskers lost and only a little shaken up." Grey replied. He knew not everyone shared his appreciation for magical creatures, something he'd argued with his family about for years, so he wasn't offended by any lack of interest Ori might have. "I figured Larkin and the other Founders might not appreciate the extra paperwork that came with me burning a student to ashes." He chuckled. It had taken an astounding amount of self-control for Grey not to simply change into his animagus form and burn the student where he'd stood.

"I don't know you're pretty convincing." Greyson teased as he sipped his whisky, enjoying the warm burn down his throat. He let the comfort of the room relax him, finally taking a seat in one of the plush chairs, enjoying his fellow founder's company.

"I enjoy having all my students in my class, this one was an outlier. The rest clearly want to learn about magical creatures, their physiology, habitats, care and breeding. You know it's all so fascinating and I'm hoping to start working on habitat reconstruction with them soon." Greyson began to chat, instantly getting lost in the topic of his studies before he paused and offered a soft laugh. "I'm probably boring you again aren't I? Tell me about your students, how are they fairing?"

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"I'm glad. It would be a shame if that student managed to actually succeed in that cruelty. " Ori remarked, magical creatures might not have been his favorite subject but he adored the love Grayson had for it. "Eh. I think we could have got at least one of the others on your team "We send the student to the underworld for a few days." Ori countered with a little dramatic wave of his hand before he dropped it to his side. Ori knew enough about the other that deliberately hurting one of these creatures was an express ticket to the worst side of the man. The fact the student was even alive was a remarkable thing.

"Oh. I know I am." Ori teased as he pushed off his chair and moved towards the other, a hand reaching out to brush affectionately down Grayson's neck as he settled himself into the fellow founder's lap. His other hand still holding his own glass of scotch which he raised to his own lips again to take a little sip.

Ori gave a little nod as he let the other speak- ramble, really, about his class and his creatures. "What? No. No. You're not boring me. I promise. You can keep going.- " He said simply with a little easy smile. "Ah. My students." There's a little click of his tongue at that before he gives a little shrug. "I think most of them take my class as an easy option. They tend not to take palmistry or tarot as serious arts- I can't promise that they're overly invested." Ori said simply, with a little press of his lips. Seeing the future wasn't an easy burden- perhaps it was for the best that so few seemed to thrive in his class.