What was possessing him? Making free with Ienzo's lap while they bandied about uncomfortable topics was hardly a deliberate plan; he so rarely dallied at all with fellow students that this was truly an anomaly, perhaps encouraged by the warmth of the cordial burning a kindly fire in the pit of his belly. Yes, he'd stick with that theory.
"Pooh, who gives two hoots about the other fellows? I certainly don't. I'd like to make a good enough impression on the profs to earn a few letters of recommendation, but renown in sixth form is hardly worth strutting about." Edmund waggled a heavy eyebrow in Ienzo's direction. "Exciting material, eh? I'm intrigued. Help a chap out and lend me something really juicy for a change."
He only half-smothered a knowing grin, spotting the modest but ineffectual attempts to hide the swell that would not have been so obvious if Ienzo hadn't drawn attention to it. "Heaven forbid," and Edmund adopted a shocked air of wide-eyed naivety. "I'm a well-bred Libertine. There are limits, after all. Self-abuse in rhetorics is well beyond my capacity to indulge, or stoop." A wandering hand on the floor of a well-stocked office, on the other hand, was just the right sort of stooping...
Might as well take another nip himself. He was outpacing Ienzo by now, but only half-feeling the effects so far. Still sharp enough to notice the neat omission of his curious prodding at the most relevant issue. No answer was going to be forthcoming about that, hmm? Telling. Edmund raised the other brow. "Oh, I assumed the majority of your group's research was carried out somewhere else than here. And I'm sure you were a very fine lookout for your drunkard friend. But you are far too comfortable a floor cushion to relinquish to watch duty now."
Half-draping against the slight but soft frame next to him, he wound a circuitous path up Ienzo's thigh to a hip, rounding its curve almost absently. "Tell me, what excites you now, what keeps you up at night with ideas too dangerous to breath in the company of your fellow students? Whisper them in my ear, I shan't tell." His head drooped confidentially against Zexion's, the soft curls tickling his neck where the collar of his shirt let pale skin peep through.
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"Pooh, who gives two hoots about the other fellows? I certainly don't. I'd like to make a good enough impression on the profs to earn a few letters of recommendation, but renown in sixth form is hardly worth strutting about." Edmund waggled a heavy eyebrow in Ienzo's direction. "Exciting material, eh? I'm intrigued. Help a chap out and lend me something really juicy for a change."
He only half-smothered a knowing grin, spotting the modest but ineffectual attempts to hide the swell that would not have been so obvious if Ienzo hadn't drawn attention to it. "Heaven forbid," and Edmund adopted a shocked air of wide-eyed naivety. "I'm a well-bred Libertine. There are limits, after all. Self-abuse in rhetorics is well beyond my capacity to indulge, or stoop." A wandering hand on the floor of a well-stocked office, on the other hand, was just the right sort of stooping...
Might as well take another nip himself. He was outpacing Ienzo by now, but only half-feeling the effects so far. Still sharp enough to notice the neat omission of his curious prodding at the most relevant issue. No answer was going to be forthcoming about that, hmm? Telling. Edmund raised the other brow. "Oh, I assumed the majority of your group's research was carried out somewhere else than here. And I'm sure you were a very fine lookout for your drunkard friend. But you are far too comfortable a floor cushion to relinquish to watch duty now."
Half-draping against the slight but soft frame next to him, he wound a circuitous path up Ienzo's thigh to a hip, rounding its curve almost absently. "Tell me, what excites you now, what keeps you up at night with ideas too dangerous to breath in the company of your fellow students? Whisper them in my ear, I shan't tell." His head drooped confidentially against Zexion's, the soft curls tickling his neck where the collar of his shirt let pale skin peep through.