Felix had spent the past few days thinking. Thinking about a lot of things, but mostly thinking about Bran Blackwell. Bran, who had just so happened to stumble across an unsuspecting Felix. Bran, who did things with his voice that nobody had any right to do. Bran, who had suggested Felix come see him for a "private audition." Bran, who owed Felix a proper kiss. He had spent the last few days avoiding the Slytherin, getting his thoughts together and making a decision.

He was going to collect on his debts.

And so after dinner, on his way to Gryffindor Tower, he made a stop at the fourth floor's empty classroom, where the Choir was practicing. He lurked - a skill he learned was indispensable when dealing with Slytherins - in the back of the room, waiting until the rest of the choir and orchestra had left, then shut the door noiselessly and coughed lightly.

"I believe you owe me something, Bran Blackwell," he said, keeping his voice calm and steady. If his last encounter with Bran was anything to judge by, his control wouldn't last long, but he figured it was better to start strong.

Bran certainly hadn't spent every waiting moment thinking on whether that cute little Gryffindor was going to come look for him or, but he had been certainly pleased, as well as intrigued, when he'd noticed him, not so subtly, watching from the sidelines. Truly he stuck out like a sore thumb in their neat little clique. He wasn't abut to note on his presence there, because his choir came before his... dalliances. However, he did throw Felix a smile here and there.

It was only when he'd dismissed the club that he actively acknowledged his presence, leaning on the desk lazily, his hands on the edge, and arching an eyebrow at the closed door. Oh. So it was that sort of meeting. He smiled slyly and jutted his chin forward at the clearing of his voice. "Do I now?" he asked amused, but interested, gaze lowering to his shoes absently, only for it to return upon Felix'person darkened, and challenging.

He hadn't expected that, if he were quite honest. Apparently, the little mouse was actually a kitten. Kittens had claws. Now, wasn't that an interesting turn of events? After a few quiet moments in which Bran's intense gaze checked him out he finally let out a small hum and pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the desk. Dragging his hands behind him, he arched his back a little, and spread his legs just so. His head titled back just a little, he arched an eyebrow and smirked at the corner of his lips.

"I guess you should come get it then, Felix Moss" he smirked and fluttered his eyelashes almost coyly, obviously presenting himself to him. Now, he really wanted to see if kitty did have claws or not.

Felix might not have been the best at reading people, but he certainly knew when he was being issued a challenge. And Felix was a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors did not simply back down from a challenge. Even if it wasn't easy for Felix to act confident when presented with a boy like Bran. So instead of blushing as Bran looked him over, he kept his face calm and watched as Bran perched on the desk, spine slightly arched and legs just a hair too far apart to be accidental. Felix knew that his next actions would dictate the course of their game, and chose his words carefully.

"I suppose I should..." he said softly, making his way through the maze of desks to Bran, stopping at the desk in front of Bran and leaning against it, facing the older Slytherin. He stayed quiet, just looking at Bran for a while. Memorizing his face and the way his eyebrows arched. His eyes skated lower, mapping out the jut of his collarbones beneath his shirt. He suddenly brought his face very close to Bran's, so close they were almost touching.

"If I remember correctly, you owe me a kiss..." his gaze flitted from Bran's eyes to his mouth and back, "A proper kiss. Is that correct?"

Bran's smile grew more fond as Felix's confident reply came. Well, well... Guess he wasn't trying hard enough. He did so love him stuttering and shy. But there was yet time. He eyed him curiously as he made his way toward him, face almost frozen in its quizzical little smile, except for his eyes that moved with Felix. The flutter of his heart and the warmth spreading throughout his body had the back of his neck tingling, as Felix's gaze grew more  intent. Searching, analyzing...

He arched his eyebrows in amusement as the little pet leaned impossibly close, eyes roaming Felix's features for any sign of apprehension. He let out a breathy chuckle at the Gryffindor's next words and shook his head a little, tilting it to the side to watch him lazily. "That is indeed correct" he acknowledged with a nod of his head. He squinted his eyes, intently watching him for a moment, before he pushed back on his hands and straightened his posture.

Pulling himself to the very edge of the desk Bran leaned forward and spread his legs more. Enough to make a human-sized space. Looking down at the place he'd just made for Felix, he slowly drew his gaze back to his face with an impossible smirk and a jolt of his eyebrows—questioning, daring, inviting. "I won't bite" he drawled, lowering his eyelashes slowly. "Much."

If the little kitten wanted his treat, he'd just have to either beg or take it for himself. Serving things on platters, simply wasn't the Bran Blackwell style.

Felix knew Bran wanted him to stutter and blush like he had before. Felix also knew that, while he would probably end up doing so, he wouldn't make it easy. He was quickly discovering how hard it was to act like you're in charge of a situation when you don't know what you're doing. But he seemed to be doing decently so far, based on Bran's chuckle and the rearrangement of limbs that came after.

He watched as Bran spread his legs farther, knowing what he was supposed to do. As if the look hadn't made it clear enough. Felix pushed off the desk he'd been leaning on, coming to stand between Bran's open legs, hands resting hesitantly on his thighs. He responded with a smirk of his own, and looked up at Bran through his eyelashes. He hoped dearly that his hands weren't trembling as much as he thought they were, though his face was ordered into something resembling confidence.

Their faces were close again, very close, impossibly close. Felix took a moment to silently appreciate the fact that Bran Blackwell, who could have anyone he wanted, was making time for their game. A soft noise rose from the back of his throat when he realized that Bran was waiting for Felix to take the initiative. But, with his lips millimeters from Bran's, he didn't have the nerve to close the gap.

"Please," he said, looking up at the Slytherin, "Kiss me."

Felix's hands on his thighs were a welcome addition, and he merely sketched a shade of a smile to show his approval. But the tiny Gryffindor smirked, and gave him a dark look and Bran couldn't help a little amused hmmm escape his lips, because while his intended gestures said one thing, the slight uncertainty of his fingers said an entirely different one. He definitely got bonus points for trying, however.

Bran's face grew impossibly pleased at hearing the soft please, and after a few moments of internal gloating, Bran instructed his features into something comforting and careful. His legs came to lock behind his tighs with a playful smirk, and he pulled him in impossibly close, using the hold on him to shift his hips just so. His arms came next, extending them over Felix's shoulders to lazily drape them behind the back of his neck.

Without so much as a warning, he leaned down and pressed his lips on his, not forcefully, but certainly not innocently either. When he felt Felix relax, he opened his mouth and caught the boy's lower lip between his, just a hint of teeth grazing over the soft, plump flesh. "Teeth are good, as long as they tease" he instructed, voice low and breathy, pulling back just enough for his words not to be muffled. But then he was back in, another gentle press of his lips, but it wasn't long before the tip of his tongue searched the seam of Felix's lips for an opening.

And when he relented, his tongue gently invaded the boy's mouth, teasing exploratory licks over his teeth and tongue. Pulling back again, after another teasing graze of teeth he breathed shallowly and smiled softly. "Never too forceful. This isn't a battle of tongues. Think of it more as an exploratory mission" he chuckled, before his gaze turned darker, eyes hooded as he snaked one hand to the base of his neck, fingers splayed over the expanse of his neck and jaw, to tilt his head where and how he wanted it. Dipping in again, he gave another fierce kiss, squeezing Felix's body between his legs but ended sweetly with just a peck at the corner of his lips.

Pulling back he grinned brightly and raised his eyebrows in questions, hand taking its position back behind his head and lacing his fingers together. "Well, little pet? Was that one to remember?"

Felix knew he had been found out  as soon as his hands touched Bran's thighs. His shaking hands betrayed his confident act. But he kept his face under control for the sake of dignity.  He watched Bran's face flit through emotions, passing through smug to land on a knowing, gentle look. So this was how he was going to play it, then? Felix was fine with that.

He let Bran manipulate his body, pulling them closer than possible, his smirk returning when he felt Bran's legs lock  around the small of his back, and even dared to squeeze Bran's thigh lightly before his brain cut out in favor of letting his body react on its own. He was still for a moment, getting used to the sensation of being kissed, and then his mouth decided it would be a good idea to respond. He wasn't sure what to do, but Bran seemed comfortable taking the lead, and Felix barely stifled a moan when he felt teeth on his bottom lip - not enough to hurt, but to pull his lip slightly before letting go.

Felix made a mental note of Bran' s words, nodded slowly, played the part of the willing student perfectly. When Bran kissed him again, or maybe just continued the last one, Felix was quicker to respond, letting his mouth open at Bran's gentle prompting. After a moment, he tentatively reciprocated, letting his tongue trace the shape of Bran's mouth. He had to stop himself from whining in disappointment when Bran pulled away again.

The next time Bran kissed him, he was a little more ready. One hand came up to wind his fingers in Bran's hair, and the other thumb began to rub small circles into his thigh. Normally he wouldn't dare muss Bran's picture-perfect curls, but this was hardly normal. He let himself react a bit more, exploring and grazing and being careful not to overstep his boundaries. He smiled sweetly when Bran pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

"I don't know... maybe you'd better try again, just to be sure?" Felix smiled cheekily. He knew his voice was shaky, but couldn't bring himself to care.

Felix's responsiveness was pleasing, but having him reciprocating was even more of a thrill. And such a quick study too. My, my, Bran might just be impressed. The little sounds that escaped him were also very pleasing and rewarding. And it was only because of his control and... experience, that he hadn't replied with one of his own when the little cub's fingers came to settle into his curls. He'll forgive him for it just this once.

Oh, he was simply adorable, he decided at the smile he received. But he was quite immediately taken aback by his words. Well, he certainly hadn't expected that much coherency. Cheeky little thing. Bran smirked dangerously and used the hold of his legs to teasingly, only just so, roll his hips against his. Some things were rather obvious. And with the same languid smile he leaned in, close to his ear, chuckling just once.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you" he mused, voice a bit raspier, but tone definitely appreciative. His tongue darted forward, giving a tentative lick to the shell of his ear, before his teeth were gently hooking over the lobe, pulling just so, before it was released in favor of focusing his attention to his neck. Lips pressed kitten soft dragged down toward his collarbone, where he clamped hard, sucking the skin until he was sure that a red blotchy mark would be left behind.

His hand then sinuously made its way through his hair, fingers curling around clumps of hair gently, but with intent. Using the hold, he pulled Felix's head back just a fraction, enough so that his mouth could mould around his Adam's apple and bite playfully. Pulling back only to give him another heated look, he dipped back in for another soft, unhurried kiss, tongue drawing lazy circles.

Folding his arms around his neck, he placed his head on his shoulder, legs letting up their hold a bit. With one hand he absently played with the hair on Felix's nape. "How about now, sweetheart?" he asked lazily, voice muffled into the crook of his neck.

Felix gasped quietly when Bran rolled their hips together. His eyes half-closed at the feeling of breath at his ear. "Maybe... A little," he muttered, his voice catching slightly, "But can you blame me?" The hand on Bran's thigh tightened almost imperceptibly at the feeling of a tongue flicking across the shell of his ear, and had to bite his lip to stifle the moan that rose up when teeth were added. As his lips moved down Felix's neck, he instinctively tilted his head to provide better access.

When Bran attached his mouth to Felix's collarbone and sucked, Felix realized what he was doing. Marking him. Claiming him. He knew he shouldn't be okay with it - being claimed as property - but he couldn't bring himself to care. He was happy to be getting the attention and intimacy of the moment, even if it wouldn't last.

He let his head fall back when Bran tugged lightly at his hair, taking a deep breath when his Adam's apple became the focus of his attentions. He relaxed into Bran's long, slow kiss, enjoying the tender, languid nature of it. He rested his head against Bran's, arms circling his waist. He smiled the sensation of Bran's fingers on the back of his neck, and laughed shakily. "I don't think I could ever forget that."

No, he certainly couldn't be blamed, Bran dared agree mentally. It wasn't to say that modesty was by any length one of Bran's virtues, but even he had to admit in that experience and highly dedicated training had made this sort of an art for him. Or so he liked to imagine. He certainly hadn't gotten any complaints so far, however...

His breathy laugh shook Bran out of his lazy contentedness and he couldn't help smile into the skin of Felix's throat. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself, a fairly impish glint in his eyes hidden by their position. Once you reeled them in... Well, that had certainly been the hardest part of it all. But, now—now he had to make sure the little Gryffindor would come looking for him again, and again.

"Good" he replied, just a hint of smugness in his voice, and a pleased, cryptic smile, as he disentangled himself from Felix and leaned back to carefully asses him. With squinted eyes he reached for his wand, flicking it once with a soft mutter of a charm. "There, now you certainly don't look like you've been kissed senseless" he chuckled and gave him a cheeky wink, putting his wand back in its place.

"Tell me about you" he instructed softly, after a few quiet moments, posture easy and relaxed, but certainly indicating that their little lesson was finished for now. You had to leave them wanting after all. Too bad it also meant having to also deprive yourself of— Well. He'd see to that later that night.