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Ominis in the Slytherin common room💓 I just love this sweetie so much 😭
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#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#marvolo gaunt#gauntcest#yes and?#что вы мне сделаете я в другом городе
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They’ve come a long way together, he and Pascal. You don’t forget the serpent who coaxed out your first words. The one who’d keep watch at your cradle, woven between the bars. The one who curled up on your stomach after Ollie left for Hogwarts, when you were forcibly graduated to a grownup bed and got scared of the monsters beneath. I’ll crush them all, Pascal would say, until Father snuffed out the flame. You’ll grow up weak and dependent, Father would say, shooing Pascal back to his study. Every man must face his own demons.
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Il a mangé.
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educational matters | 500 words
Drabble for @kis00kis' prompt: Ominis/Marvolo, hiding from family but Ominis is still acting like a whore.
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There’s asking for it, and there’s begging for it. And then there’s Ominis.
Ominis may as well strip naked and spread himself over the dinner table before Father, Davros, Damian, the Minister for Magic, head of the DMLE and three house elves.
Why yes, thank you on every round of refills, innocence incarnate, like he hasn’t been counting every glass. Like he’s not loosening at the seams of mind and body with every drop welcomed down his throat.
Brat.
The need to replace those drops with something else—something larger, solid, throbbing, voice-muting, trouble-stopping—is deeper than visceral, deeper than bone. It is bloodbound, coded into the soul they share. This may well be a new low: jealousy over sherry, the rim of Ominis’ glass, the intoxicant on his tongue—but when it comes to this boy, Marvolo is above nothing, nothing in the realm of shame.
The only intoxicant he deserves on his tongue is—
“I fully agree, Minister. What do you think, Ollie?”
The brat’s hand tightens on Marvolo’s thigh beneath the table, massaging infinity symbols into the fabric, into the quivering skin beneath, joined ring after joined ring, separate but united. (Them.) Rings of promise, of need, tighten their focus, climb ever higher, demand attention in the crease of his hip.
“If you’ll excuse us for a moment, gentlemen.” Marvolo forces control into the ascent so he rises, not bolts, from his chair. A hand curls over Ominis’ shoulder, envoying the message through ironclad grip. “There are some... educational matters I wish to discuss with my brother before he returns to school.”
There must be murmurs of assent. There must be glances of interest, musings of curiosity, speculation after they depart for the manor’s west wing. Let them wonder, talk, let them live their drab lives of unlived grey. Marvolo cares for naught but the tender shape of his brother’s wrists beneath his palm when he pins them overhead against the bedroom door.
“Are you pleased with yourself?”
Of course he is. Well beyond pleased, halfway to climax. Head tilted back for biting access, his body is every form of liquid, hot as wax, exquisite as Lafite. Marvolo dips into his neck for a taste of the ocean, coaxing sweat to the surface and blood to the underside, blooming beneath rabid teeth.
“Yes,” Ominis whimpers. “Yes.”
“That all you’ve got to say for yourself, then?”
Narrow hips buck into Marvolo’s, ungodly, wanton. “I’ll say whatever you like.”
Marvolo’s hand tightens on his wrists, instinct (visceral, bloodbound), but what’s the point? Its only function is encouragement.
“I should tie you up,” Marvolo muses, licking over bitten flesh. “Leave you naked. Alone. All night.”
Ominis sighs. “But you won’t.”
“You overestimate my compassion, darling.” And still he releases Ominis’ wrists, because he is only (if scarcely) human.
“I don’t.” Newly freed limbs encircle Marvolo’s neck to draw their foreheads together. “I don’t.”
Marvolo closes his eyes. “Mimi.”
“Shh.” Ominis presses a smile into his lips. “For once, just let me love you.”
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Very fast doodle of my favorite boys chilling by the creek
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Hush… don’t wake him up 🍓
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Oh-oh…
I hope Sebastian isn't going to use Avada Kedavra this time…
#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#sebinis#gauntlow#ominis x sebastian#sebastian x ominis#hogwarts legacy#ominis
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