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Seated in a booth is one Mr. Robbie Ross.

His brow is creased in concentration as he flips through a thick book, making notes on some paper beside him. He's dressed rather informally, having just come from his classes at Scoone's. Pot of tea sits untouched in front of him; when the man is focused on something, everything else is forgotten.

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Not entirely unlike Draco actually. He knew something about masks and keeping up appearances.

Coy smirk again, "Well, aren't you a sharp one for noticing something good, and I do have an eye for things of beauty." Another assessing glance over Robbie's body.

"Which you are, but telling you nothing new, am I?"

"Compliments are never taken for granted," he says with a chuckle. "Beauty is a passion of mine."

There is a sense of surrealism in this conversation.

"But one has to wonder if beauty is all there is, or is there skill and substance below it?"

It's a question is about himself as much as it is about Draco.

"As it is mine." Which was true. The Manor, and his rooms here and in the House were filled with such.

Extremely surreal, but here they were.

"Well, I can speak for myself, can you do the same? Despite 'my lack of experience' as you think of it." He had taken some risks, and he was a fast learner.

Surreal it may be, but Robbie rolls with it as he does everything else in his life.

"I can claim skill, but I don't think I can adequately judge if I possess substance," he says modestly. "And experience doesn't equate skill. I have met many who have had the most limited experience, if any at all, who show... great skill at their chosen talent."

Draco leaned very close, and whispered in his ear, "Well, if you're..." Fingers on his chest, and dancing downward sneakily. "up for a demonstration, do let me know, hmmm?"

Robbie's breath stills and he represses a shiver.

He turns to face Draco--

he's so close

--and just stares at him, cheeks lightly flushed. Grey eyes. Robbie sees no warmth in them, and he wonders if he's playing a game with rules he has no clue about. Some gamble he's making without knowing all the odds.

And Robbie does what he tends to do with beautiful men.

He throws caution to the wind.

Another playful, sly smile as he murmurs, "Anytime, Draco," finally using his name. "I'm always up for such demonstrations."

Before his courage could fail him, he closes the space between them and kisses Draco. It isn't forceful, but it's also not chaste.

Rarely they are capable of warmth, but only a few would ever see it. Most just see the ice, the chill.

Draco smirked, but then it changed when Robbie took up the offer. He wants to play, he can play. And play very well.

The hand continued its dance over Robbie's torso, up and down, while the other came up to draw him close. Draco kissed back, his more forceful and commanding. Also wanting to show off some of his bragged about skill. And he did know a thing or two about kissing.

Robbie, in the back of his mind, thinks this is just a very, very bad idea.

But, then again, Robbie's body rarely listened when his mind spoke.

The skill is appreciated, and it causes the heat to rise in his cheeks, flushing Robbie's features. One of Robbie's hands grip Draco's waist while the other touches his shoulder, but he takes the passive role in this. He recognizes that Draco is far more dominant.

Dominant to some extent, but Draco will switch off at times. He likes the chase, the pounce part especially. Playing, and surprising.

Part of him was wondering what was going on, but he had gone this far. Have to see it out.

The one hand was hovering, and teasing in certain areas. Toying, testing.

More kissing, and then reaching up to lick and nip at an earlobe. Yes, as it was mentioned above, he likes using teeth and nails when he could.

He gasps, hands tightening. Robbie isn't used to teeth and nails, but he's seeing the possibilities in them. He tilts his head more toward Draco's mouth, the hand on his shoulder moving up to caress Draco's throat before moving up into his hair.

"I'm impressed with your skills thus far," he breathes near Draco's ear.

Draco smirked, and his tongue licks along the edge of the ear.

"That's just a taste. And the night's young after all."

And then nibbles down to the side of his neck, sometimes more bites and licks.

That hand was doing some fascinating and highly distracting things right now, and oh yes, at times light scratching. Careful drags with his nails.

"Might be a long night in fact," Draco murmured.

His mind is fogged, distracted as it was by lips and teeth and hands, but he manages to bring his thoughts together enough to form a response.

"You... think so?" he says with a breathless chuckle. "You have the stamina?"

It's lighthearted tease, and the hand on Draco's hip makes it's own journey, teasing, trying to elicit a response with his touch.

"I can manage well enough." Draco remarked as he continued his ministrations on Robbie's neck, and elsewhere.

Draco's hips jerked toward his at the teasing fingers, and both teeth and nails dug in a little with surprise.

Robbie smothers a cry against Draco's shoulder, determined not to embarrass himself in the bar.

But he's spurred on by the reaction, and so Robbie continues his touching, enjoying the newness of Draco. He brings his other hand down from Draco's hair, nails scratching lightly along his neck before plunging down Draco's neckline. The position maybe a little awkward, but he enjoys the exploration and he's not about to sacrifice that in favour of comfort.

Now Draco gave a cry, more of a purring growl from him. Encouraged by the feel of nails. Drawing him close, another move from his hips, and then hissing in his ear.

"I'd say a private demonstration is in order." As fun as it was to tweak the rules, he refused to be near the cells again.

He nods absently.

Robbie has never been confined against his will before, and it's wise to say he never wants to be.

"I think we may require repeated demonstrations," he murmurs. "Just... to be certain of the quality and skill involved."

There was a flush of pink to Draco's pale skin now, and he breathed, "Absolutely."

Robbie grins, looking young and eager with bright eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Where shall we go?"

He has a room here, given to him by Miniver, but he doesn't know if Draco wants that room or his own.

Draco's wisely avoided his room when he's had such trysts. Unless Miniver was to join in, it would be awkward.

"Well, you have a room here, don't you?"

He nods and scoots out of the booth, remembering after a moment to grab his book and notes.

Again, it seems... so very strange... but the feeling of wrongness has evaporated under the weight of arousal. With his book and papers clutched to his chest, he leans in to kiss Draco again, smirking into the touch of lips, then turns towards the stairs.

Draco would certainly agree at the strangeness if he was capable of rational thought at the moment.

But clearly, his current state showed otherwise, briefly kissing back hungrily and commanding again before going along toward the stairs with him.

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