Word Count: ~600
Rating: R this part, NC-17 overall
Warnings: professor/student, some dirty talk
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #24: Fire, red, briefs, stigmatophilia (tattoo/piercing fetish)
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.
The second the door to Charlie's chambers closed behind them, Draco was on him. They'd spent a lovely afternoon and evening together, walking about the Hogwarts grounds and taking advantage of the nearly empty castle for the Easter holidays. Almost all of the students and professors had already left for home, which meant there was no reason for either of them to hold back any longer. Charlie pressed Draco up against the stone wall, and Draco thanked his lucky stars that his parents had gone off to France for two months without him.
As always, Charlie's kisses left Draco's knees feeling shaky and weak. He clung to Charlie's arms and shoulders, gripping the corded muscle as their mouths moved in tandem.
"Off," Draco moaned, tugging at the clinging material of Charlie's shirt.
Charlie chuckled against Draco's lips, but a moment later his shirt was on the floor. Draco's fingers ran down Charlie's defined chest and stomach, lingering around his nipples and the fire red dragon tattoo that wrapped around his torso. The dragon's scales rippled and it unfurled its wings as Draco's fingers ran along the beast's back. Draco's prick throbbed.
"I think he likes you," Charlie rumbled. He braced an arm next to Draco's head against the wall, while the other hand slid down to cup Draco's hard cock. "Seems like the feeling's mutual."
The position perfectly displayed Charlie's rose tattoo. Draco turned his head and licked it.
"Do you have something you want to tell me about my tattoos?" Charlie teased.
"I really fucking like them."
Charlie let out a loud and extremely sexy growl, and then his mouth was covering Draco's, hot and hard and all consuming. He hands griped Draco's hips, pressing and pulling and tugging until Draco was left standing in only his dark grey briefs.
"What do you want?" Charlie whispered against Draco's skin. "Do you want my hand? Or my mouth?"
Draco shook his head. As wonderful as having Charlie suck him off sounded, that wasn't what Draco wanted, not tonight.
"No?" Charlie asked, breath hot on Draco's neck as he kissed his way downward. "What do you want then, sweetheart?"
Draco didn't hesitate.
"I want you to fuck me."