âdarcy, darcy, darcy.â his voice traveled smooth, felt practiced, though as always what he spoke were the first thoughts to come â they were unrestrained, formed and fell with minimal fuss. and to see darcy react this way was heaven for jaebum â after all, this is what he sought: darcyâs cheeks colored, his tongue close to tying, close to tangling; the collapse of a flawless image, this tread into something more infantile, brattier. this is what he preferred, a lively, textured image of his tutor.
but, of course, it could never be enough. because reactions were static; the way he shifted in his seat and gathered all their materials â the way jaebum looked and studied, these were bland, burnished with menial colors. what he wanted was friction and conflict and the push and pull of words; the gravity of attraction, no matter from where it flowed, its direction unimportant.
âdarcy you know i donât play around. when i said i almost got a hard-on for you getting fondled at that party, well, i do mean i almost got hard just by looking! imagine that beauty. look at you,â he leaned forward, rested his head in loose fists again, âyouâre so red just thinking about it. was it that good? did you get hard, too? maybe heâll let me know how to do that when he tutors me. what was his name?
"also, speaking of details, you never told me if youâre a biter. did you leave a mark? better yet â donât tell me, iâll imagine it later. i donât think i want to get hard here at the library. itâs too soon for us, anyway.â
he winked after he spoke, leaned back to gather his own things â the little he had brought. it was the only time he pried his eyes away from darcy to let his gaze flit from the table to the chair, to his own hands as they fumbled on top of the wood, found a small rhythm to tap against the grain. to foreign eyes, he would seem as though he were deep in thought â thinking of an intricate sentence, something witty, something smart. but his mind felt empty except for the warm glow of bliss; too bright for shapes to define themselves clearly; they were only silhouettes, his own, steady, built, and darcyâs more lucid frame next to his. he was imagining a possibility â a kind of reverie that shattered when darcy continued on, pulled jaebum from his thoughts.
âyou donât have to explain how to get into someoneâs robes, darcy. i think youâre missing the point here â iâm asking how to get into your robes.â here he feigned surprise, remained playful, a bit timid. âyou would do that? you would demonstrate? can you show me, darcy, please. tutor me in the ways of your heart. i bet iâm better at that than charms, i mean look at how flustered you are already â are you imagining us kissing? is that why youâre blushing so much?â
his parents always pushed darcy to reflect on his thoughts and to carefully think about his own words - that everything he said, had some sort of meaning and can affect his life. and his years in the witty words of his peers in ravenclaw tower always made him think twice before he spoke. because you could never know when his fellow housemates had a sharp word and a quip ready when you spoke to them. but with jaebum, he somehow found himself throwing all of those warnings away, that his comebacks were more like vomit than witty phrases.Â
and at this point, he was pretty sure jaebum was well aware of the hold he held darcy in. how darcy found himself on jaebumâs mercy and becoming flustered whenever the older became adventurous with his words. it was like the hufflepuff knew what exact word or phrase to cause darcy to blush or to lose composure. and darcy wasnât sure how much longer he could last before he made a complete fool in front of himself due to jaebumâs forward behavior.Â
oh there it was. the thing that would make darcy go a little crazy. to hear jaebum fully admit in real life that he had gotten a boner from last weekâs party from just watching himself dance and make out with honbin was confusing. how did jaebum have so much confidence to admit such a thing to darcy, the ravenclaw wasnât sure at all. thatâs one thing, he already feels a bit shy about the whole ordeal, but hearing jaebum to admit so freely, he is a bit shocked. for once darcy park is lost for words. â iâm not going to discuss my sex life with you alright !â his cheeks becoming more redder as the moments passed, unsure how to even answer jaebumâs question. all he knew was the librarian was going kick them out soon if they didnât leave the library on their own accord. but with a soft sigh, maybe darcy could give him one answer. the easiest at least. â and the boy i was kissing was an ex-boyfriend of mine, hongbin..itâs really embarrassing alright, i donât know what came over meâ darcy admitted with a soft pout.
 nope, nope, there was no way darcy was actually going to answer any of jaebumâs questions, at least not right now. therefore taking matters into his own hands and not wanting to lose whatever part of his reputation he had left, darcy stood up from his seat and made his way to jaebumâs side of the table.â come on letâs go, iâm not gonna ruin the sanctity of the library because you get a hard on whenever you catch my ass in muggle jeans.â  his snappy behavior returning as he struggle to remain composed with the otherâs words.  his fingers gripping the hufflepuff's arm as he pulled ( well tried ) jaebum up from his seat. â come on, get up, if you behave enough iâll be sure to do whatever you want !â darcyâs voice a bit urgent, worried that he would lose whatever dignity he had left if he continued to have this conversation in a public area.  â letâs go, we can even go back to your dorm if you want, but i donât want madame pince to murder me because weâre messing around the library. â  he continued on a bit desperately, tugging on jaebumâs once more.Â
