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blueraineshadows · 9 months

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Heya! 💖

So first of all...I FUCKING LOVE YOUR STUFF!

God, you're a godsend and I really love all your writing. It's all so well written and I can't get enough of it!

So, I dunno if you take any requests, but after hearing this audio (and I think you know exactly what I mean 😏), I can't help but wonder if you'd write a short little FF of Leander and Sebastian getting really drunk or something and they hate-fuck each other, but it's a one time thing and they swear to never talk about it. 🥵

This has been stuck in my head for quite a while and I would love to read it in your style! 💖💖💖

Thank you 💖

Sorry it took a while to get round to it, and I hope this is alright. 🍆🔥🫠 Ao3 link

Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett NSFW 🔞

My Secret Desire - Part One

As the last of the customers in the Three Broomsticks began to filter out of the pub, Leander put down his empty mug and yawned, rubbing his face with his hand. His eyes felt blurry, and the alcohol thrummed through his veins. He wasn't usually in the habit of drinking alone, but Garreth was on a date, and Leander was hoping that the dorm would be empty when he got back, Garreth making his moves elsewhere. It was just a reminder of his own failed love life.

It was a long walk back to the castle, and he figured he might sober up on the way rather than take the Floo. As he turned from the bar and made his way to the doors, he almost walked right into someone else and came to a sudden stop, his eyes clashing with a familiar pair of scowling brown eyes. Leander's mouth twisted sourly. "Sallow," he muttered.

He was not in the mood to pick a fight with Sebastian tonight, and made to pass by him, but Sebastian grabbed at his arm, his face leering in close, the stench of whiskey on his breath as he spoke.

"Got a problem, Prewett?" He slurred.

Leander frowned, glancing down at the hand clutching his sleeve and shrugged himself free of Sebastian's grip, an odd shiver going up his back as he did so. "You're drunk, Sallow," he said. He shook his head at him. "You should head back before you get into trouble."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. "Didn't know you cared," he mumbled. He pushed his hand through his hair, swaying a little on his feet.

Leander watched Sebastian for a moment, his head clear enough to ponder over his fellow classmate. Sebastian hadn't been the same since his twin had left school, and then he had got caught up with the new 5th year student. While the facts weren't widely known, Leander was sure they had gotten themselves into some kind of trouble. Sebastian had been bitter and mean ever since then, but grief did strange things to people, and it was well known that Sebastian's guardian had died.

With the end of 7th year fast approaching, Leander doubted he would see Sebastian again once they parted ways to begin their new lives. Why should he even care? Though, it would be odd not bickering with him in the halls or winding him up in classes. While Sebastian had become a rival of sorts, it would be odd not to see him skulking about. Dare he admit that he would miss their banter.

Leander sighed and got a hold on Sebastian's elbow. "Come on, you can walk back with me."

Sebastian grunted and yanked his arm free of Leander's grip, his cheeks flushing red as he glared at him. "Don't fucking touch me," he hissed. "I don't need your help!"

"Fine," Leander bit out. Frustration tightened his face as he stared at Sebastian, and then he shook his head again. The bloke was like an irritating itch that you couldn't reach. "Suit yourself."

The chilly night air bit into Leander's face as he walked down the cobbled street towards the main path back to Hogwarts. The sky was clear and full of stars, and Leander pulled his collar up a little, a puff of white leaving his lips as he sighed. Some people just didn't or couldn't accept help.

The path was mostly deserted, but Leander still kept a wary eye as he walked, the moonlight glittering on the lake water, the breeze ruffling through the bare trees. Spring was a long time showing its face, and he was looking forward to warmer days.

The soft sound of gravel shifting on the path behind Leander made him tilt his head. He kept moving, and he didn't look back, but his ears pricked up to listen out for more. Perhaps he should have Apparated, or used the Floo, but he was no coward, and he kept a steady pace as he walked.

The old ruin came up on his right, the broken edges of the brick appearing pale as the moonlight reflected off the dilapidated structure. The sound of feet came again from behind him, and this time Leander turned, his fingers gripping the handle of his wand. His eyes scanned the path, but there was no sign of anyone, the walkway empty, the only shadows were those of the trees as they shifted in the breeze.

As Leander turned back, movement to his right caught his eye, a shimmer of a spell hiding a figure in the grass at the edge of the path. With a quick flick of his wand, he cast to his right, hitting the glamour with a quick stun. A grunt sounded, the glamour disappeared, and a figure dressed in black fell into the grass. Leander stood for a moment, puzzled and unsure. He could have sworn... No, why would he?

Leander grit his teeth and stalked through the grass to look closer at the figure sprawled out on the ground, his wand aimed. A sigh left his lips when he saw the mop of brown hair and disgruntled face as Sebastian struggled to sit up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Leander frowned. "Were you following me?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Prewett," Sebastian groused. He shifted to his knees and planted a boot to leverage himself up. A chuckle slipped from his lips. "Did I scare you?"

Leander rolled his eyes. "Idiot," he muttered. Again, he didn't have the inclination to deal with this crap, and he turned away.

He yelped in surprise as Sebastian grabbed his arm, pulling him roughly back around. "Don't turn your back on me," Sebastian snarled.

Leander shoved him, making him stumble, but Sebastian whipped out his wand, throwing a quick cast. The drink made him sloppy, however, and Leander blocked it with ease. They began to cast at each other, throwing spells through the chilly darkness, moving in a constant circle as they dodged and parried.

Leander was growing tired of this bullshit and was beginning to regret his slight sympathy for Sallow earlier. He threw a spell out and caught Sebastian with it, just wanting this to be over so he could return to the castle in peace. Sebastian stumbled and hit an old barrel that was lying in the grass near the old ruin. He swore as he hit the ground, rolling over with a groan.

Leander stood there, debating going over against just leaving the prick to lie there, a drunken fool. He screwed his nose up, his upbringing winning out as he sighed and marched over to help Sebastian to his feet. He held out his hand, and Sebastian stilled, staring at it.

A war of expressions washed over Sebastian's face as he stared at Leander's hand. Leander felt warmth creep up his neck, the moonlight making Sebastian's freckled face pale, his full lips parted slightly as he breathed quickly. Then, Sebastian lifted his gaze to Leander's face, his eyes glittering in the dark. He reached up and took hold of Leander's hand, a smirk twisting those full lips.

Leander swallowed, the contact felt charged, different, and he almost yanked his hand away. This was too much eye contact. It made him feel strange, hot, as though his clothes were too tight all of a sudden. Sebastian adjusted his grip, fingertips grazing slightly against Leander's wrist, and Leander actually gasped.

Sebastian's eyes widened, only slightly, but enough for Leander to notice, and his cheeks grew very warm, very quickly.

A sharp tug was all it took. Sebastian pulled at Leander's hand, and he stumbled forward, the momentum making him fall to the ground. He collided with Sebastian, both of them grunting at the impact as their legs entangled. Sebastian was as quick as a snake, grabbing hold of Leander and throwing him back into the grass, pinning him down.

"What...?" Leander gasped. But his words were cut off into a strangled, muffled groan as Sebastian's mouth pressed down viciously onto his lips.

Shocked, Leander made to shove back, his hands slapping into Sebastian's chest, but the bloke was surprisingly strong. Their mouths ripped apart as they struggled, Sebastian using his knee to pin Leander down even harder.

"Don't fight it," Sebastian growled through gritted teeth.

Something like terror shot through Leander as his skin ignited into fizzing sparks, Sebastian was writhing against him, trying to pin his arms down, and Leander was growing dizzy with shock. Not at what Sebastian was doing, but at how his body was reacting. Leander lifted his head, his eyes wide and staring as he looked down to where Sebastian's hips were mashed against his, grinding against him.

Leander groaned, the fight going out of him as his cock began to twitch and swell. "Fuck," he hissed.

Sebastian met his eyes, the intensity of that stare making Leander forget he had lungs for a moment. And then Sebastian was kissing him again, hard kisses that made Leander open his mouth and take the thrust of a hot tongue, the taste of Firewhiskey and Sebastian heady and thick.

As Sebastian moved his lips over his jaw and down to his neck, Leander sucked in a much needed breath and then moaned as Sebastian bit him, teeth grazing his flesh with a sting that made his balls ache and his cock throb.

What the fuck were they doing? Leander went still, laying in the grass as Sebastian kissed and sucked at his neck, his hips grinding against his cock. His mind screamed at him to push Sebastian off, this was crazy, it was fucked up, they hated each other. Right?

He sucked in another harsh breath as Sebastian pulled at his belt, the buckle clinking in the darkness, the buttons popping open. Leander groaned, his hips flexing as Sebastian shoved his hand deep inside his pants, fingers curling over his erection in strokes that had Leander almost choking with lust.

"Seb...Sebastian..." The words were mumbled, almost incoherent as heat pulsed between his thighs at Sebastian's firm pumps.

"That's it," Sebastian said darkly. "You want it. You want me to touch you."

Leander fisted the front of Sebastian's jumper, forcing him a little closer so he could look at him. "Why?" It was meant to be a demand, but it was a strangled plea, his throat working hard as Sebastian tormented him with clever strokes.

Sebastian smirked and chuckled, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he pumped his fist faster. Leander stared and groaned, his head falling back, but his eyes still locked on Sebastian. Why was this so fucking hot?

Leander gave up trying to question it, his mind spinning out as lust took over. He relaxed back into the grass, soft moans leaving him as Sebastian shifted downwards, pulling Leander's trousers with him so that the chilly night air hit his hot flesh. Leander shivered and then cried out as he felt soft, full lips take his head in a gentle suck.

Leander had to look, he had to see this, leaning up on his elbows as Sebastian took his cock deeper into his mouth, that messy mop of hair just begging to be pulled as Sebastian fucked him with his mouth. A vibration shuddered through him as Sebastian moaned, his fingers cupping Leander's balls as he spread his tongue along the shaft, swirling over the tip to gather up the seeping pre cum.

Sebastian sucked his fingers and then began to stroke Leander's hole, teasing it gently, and Leander flexed his hips, eyes closing in bliss at the way he touched him.

"Oh fuck," Leander said. He grabbed Sebastian's hair and pulled, and Sebastian almost growled, sucking him even deeper and harder. The intrusion of a finger, slow and teasing, was tipping Leander over the edge, but he didn't want it to stop. Leander's thighs trembled, his breathless moans sounding filthy to his own ears as his hips bucked, thrusting himself deeper into Sebastian's throat.

"I'm going to cum," he whimpered. Sebastian grabbed his arse cheek and squeezed, taking him deep into his throat, and Leander felt the clench, his cock throbbing in the restricted cavern of Sebastian's throat as thick pulses of cum shot blissfully from his tip, his hole clenching around Sebastian's finger.

Leander was panting, jerking with over sensitivity as Sebastian's tongue lapped at his cock. He collapsed against the ground staring up at the starlit sky. He didn't know what to expect next, but it was not having his thighs spread wider. He looked down and gasped as Sebastian bent forward, a harsh sound coming from his throat before he spat messily against Leander's arse.

Leander had never seen anything so filthy in all his life. Cum dribbled from Sebastian's lips as he worked his mouth to spit again, spraying all the release he had caught onto Leander's hole. Sebastian was already sliding his fingers through it, his smirk positively wicked. Leander was speechless, his thoughts crashing into each other as he fantasised about licking the slick from Sebastian's chin.

"You ever been fucked before, Prewett?"

Leander shook his head. "N..no..."

Sebastian chuckled. "Don't worry, mate. I'll be gentle."

Leander hissed air through his teeth as Sebastian slid a finger deep into his hole, the squelch of his own cum and Sebastian's spit making his cheeks flood with crimson. He panted, still twitching from his orgasm as Sebastian worked at him, slipping another finger in.

"You're tight, Prewett," Sebastian said. His gaze was intense, almost feral as he glared at Leander. "I can't wait to get balls deep in there. Roll over for me like a good bitch."

Leander gulped and nodded, shifting to roll over on the grass, and Sebastian pulled his hips up. Leander felt rather exposed, arse up in the air, the cold air feeling strange against his intimate parts. But as Sebastian began to thrust with his fingers again, Leander forgot about the cold, concentrating only on the feel of Sebastian, the burn, and the tingle of each delicious invasion. His cheeks burned at the degradation, it shouldn't feel this good to let Sallow call him a bitch, but it made his cock begin to twitch again, his breath come in pants.

Sebastian shifted, and Leander heard the rustle of clothing, anticipation made his tongue thick in his mouth as he felt the silken hardness of Sebastian brush against his inner thigh. He trembled as he felt the press of a thick head against his hole. A stinging slap to his arse cheek made him squeal, the sound of it loud in the night.

Sebastian edged his way into Leander's arse, a deep groan coming from his mouth that sent shivers down Leander's spine. Leander gaped at the slow, torturous push of Sebastian's cock, stretching him out. His fingers gripped at the blades of grass, his nails digging into the dirt as Sebastian pulled back and then pushed deeper.

"Fucking hell," Leander groaned. He felt his muscles contract around that thick length, and Sebastian's fingers pinched viciously at his hips.

"Such a good bitch," Sebastian muttered. He began to thrust, lazy, teasing thrusts, and Leander closed his eyes, moaning and rocking his hips at the utter bliss of it.

It didn't stay that way for long. Sebastian began to grunt and pant, his hands gripping tightly as he began to fuck harder, his skin slapping against Leander's arse, the noise erotic and loud in the open space.

Leander's eyes rolled, filthy moans leaving his own lips as his cock hardened painfully. He reached down and grasped it, wanking himself in time to Sebastian's violent pounding. His knees scraped the dirt, his mind was spinning, but he was begging, the words pouring from his lips to be fucked harder.

A quick glance back showed Sebastian's face gleaming with sweat in the moonlight, his hair damp at the edges, and in disarray. He was like an animal, his mouth open and harsh sounds coming from his throat, a gleam of saliva dripping from his lower lip. Leander squeezed his own cock and groaned, hips bucking up to meet angry thrusts as he spurted a second load out onto the grass.

As his muscles clenched and contracted, Sebastian threw his head back, a feral sound leaving his mouth as he slammed in deep, grinding himself into Leander's arse cheeks as he found his own release.

Leander shuddered at the pulse of it deep inside of him, leaning forward to press his flushed face against the coolness of the grass, the musky scent of sex mingling with the smell of dirt.

Sebastian slid from him, the heat of him disappearing to be replaced with a chill against his soaked hole. Leander rolled over, panting, stunned, hot juices squelching out onto his inner thigh.

Sebastian was sucking in his breaths, staring at Leander, a satisfied grin on his face. He clambered to his feet, fixing his clothing and pushing his hand through his hair. "You took that well, Prewett. I'm almost impressed."

"Almost," Leander muttered. He began to straighten his own clothes. His legs shook as he stood, and he grit his teeth, not wanting to stumble in front of Sebastian. His arse felt strange, violated, but also tingled with something else. Something he never expected to associate with the irritating Slytherin before him. Pleasure.

Sebastian moved close and Leander tensed. Sebastian grabbed his jaw, having to look up at Leander due to their height difference, but the look on Sebastian's face was pure dominance.

"Open your mouth and say one word about this to anyone, and I will kill you," he said bluntly. There was no humour in that look, just pure command.

"Why the fuck would I tell anyone?" Leander frowned.

Sebastian patted his cheek. "Good boy," he purred.

Leander tried to suppress the way that soft praise made his insides twist pleasantly. He nodded and turned away, fixing his hair a little as he thought about making his move to leave. This could get awkward real fast.

Sebastian chuckled in the dark behind him as he began to walk. Leander didn't look back.

"See you tomorrow, Prewett," Sebastian taunted.

Leander shivered. He wasn't sure if he was meant to be terrified or turned on. The way he was blushing told him it was both.

Part 2

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slinket · 4 months

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Smutmas Day 31 part 3 of 4

I've got an hour left. This is fucking happening people!

Prompts:

18 - One more cheesy pickup line and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone

21 - If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs

22 - Shut your mouth - make me

NSFW, public sex, mxm

The New Years Eve party at the Three BroomSticks was underway. Young and old wizards alike were crowded together, ready to bring in the new year. Everyone was filled with spirits as midnight approached, friends and lovers together, drunken antics at an all time high.

Well, most everyone was happy. Sebastian and Leander, not so much. Both had lost the admiration of MC to Ominis, who seemingly swooped in out of nowhere to win the girl’s heart. They had both been hitting on several females throughout the night, neither being successful in finding a date, even if just for the night.

They sat together in a corner booth, sipping away at a butterbeer and lamenting over how the girls could possibly be turning them down. Leander looked down between his legs, standing up to show Sebastian.

“I mean, just look mate, I feel like I’ve been hard for hours now. I just want someone to get me off. I am so fucking horny.”

“What the fuck Leander, don’t show me that - I get it, you’re hard, I didn’t need to see the tent in your pants.” Sebastian lowered his head into his drink. It had been an interesting night that the two were getting along, so it was no surprise to Sebastian when Leander seemed to get to and cross over a line.

Leander grabbed himself, squeezing, “Seb, you don’t get it, I was expecting to release the giant squid tonight and get ink all over the fucking place.” He groaned as he sat back down, hand still on the bulge in his pants.

“Holy shit Leander, shut your mouth!” Sebastian took a deep swig of his drink, swallowing down the rest of the drink.

“Make me!” Leander replied, unbuttoning his pants for some relief.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and mumbled “I’ll fucking make you, bet you’d like it,” as he stood up and began to walk away. “Gettin another drink Lee, I’ll bring you one.”

Leander blinked a bit, having heard Sebastian’s mumbled words, and sat there considering them. He did want to get off, and frankly, he didn’t care too much how it happened. He thought about looking below the table, his own cock out, Sebastian’s hand pulling on him, while he worked Sebastians’. He woke out of his fantasy as Sebastian sat back down, throwing a drink at him.

Swallowing half the drink in one go, Leander was working up the courage to hit on Sebastian, see where things may go. “If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs Seb, that would shut me up.” His face flushed red, not looking at Sebastian, instead just looking around the room like what he said was the norm.

Sebastian turned his head slowly, eyes wide, looking at Leander. He wasn’t sure he heard him correctly at first, but seeing the blushing man let Sebastian know that Leander had indeed admitted to be willing to suck his cock. He felt himself grow hard at the thought.

Before Sebastian could say anything, Ominis and MC came over to the table. More like MC was pulling Ominis over to the table. She was happy and laughing, sitting herself down next to Sebastian as Ominis crashed into the table.

“Sorry Omi,” she laughed, clearly tipsy. “Sebastian! Leander! Are you having a wonderful night? Ominis is being his usual self, getting mad at me for no reason.” They all heard Ominis growl and lean over to whisper not so subtly into MC’s ear, “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”

MC hummed in response to Ominis, pushing herself up and leaning across the table. She made sure her ass was pressed against Ominis when she grabbed Leander’s face and placed a kiss right on his lips. She did the same with Sebastian, making sure she gave a loud ‘smooch’ sound so Ominis would know exactly what she was doing.

“MC,” Ominis grumbled, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down off the table, picking her up and walking away as the other two just stared at the odd interaction.

“Damn, I’m even harder now. Bet he’s gonna go fuck her right now.” Leander put his hand back on his cock and started to rub.

A few minutes passed, both of them sitting in silence, rubbing themselves under the table. When another female approached, Leander stood, too drunk to remember to remove his hand from his pants.

“Hey, do you play Quidditch? Because I look like a keeper.” Leander swallowed, “No, you look like a keeper. Wait, l…let me try that again.” Too late, the girl had already left.

“Fucks sake Leander, one more cheesy pickup line and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone.” Sebastian had heard enough of the annoying redhead, and was ready to fuck him just out of annoyance.

However, Sebastian’s statement was exactly what Leander wanted to hear. When another girl came by, not even coming towards them, Leander called out to her. “Hey, hey you, yeah - I can make you scream.” She looked at him with a bit of fear. “No, not in a bad way, like, you can trust me, I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” He smiled at her as she scoffed and walked off.

Sebastian stood, pushing the table further away from him, and grabbed at Leander. “Get over here, you dumb shit.” Leander stumbled as he moved in front of Sebastian, who quickly pulled the redhead's pants down just enough to expose him to the world. No one was paying any attention, everyone caught up in their own drama.

“I told you what would happen if you did that again.” Sebastian shoved his pants down, letting his hard cock pop out and lay against Leander’s back. He pushed Leander forward slightly, spitting into his hand and wrapping it around his cock, getting himself ready to enter Leander from behind.

Leander stayed silent as Sebastian prepped himself, holding onto his own cock and pulling on it slowly, taking in the world around him acting as casually as he could. “Oh fuck yes,” his need was palitable, and as Sebastian entered him from behind, he did his best to keep quiet.

“You’re going to take this whole cock Lee.” Sebastian didn’t give him much of a choice as he shoved himself fully inside of Leander. “You wanna fuck tonight? I’ll fuck you. You can release your stupid ink all over the bottom of this table while I fill your tight little ass with my cum. Now keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Leander did as he was told, bringing his cup to his lips to keep himself quiet. If anyone looked over at the two, it would have been fairly obvious what was happening, but at this point, neither cared. Sebastian was fucking Leander hard, his head hanging back as his fingers dug into the slender hips of the Gryffindor. Pushing Leander’s hand aside, Sebastian began stroking him to the brutal pace he was taking, until he felt his balls tighten up.

“You better cum, Lee, right fucking now.” Demanding that they cum together, Sebastian released his load into Leander, and the feeling of the hot liquid filling his ass forced the orgasm out of him, coating the underside of the table.

They took only a moment to rest, both sitting back down, Leander slightly uncomfortable, and doing up their pants. Leander stood, moving away from the table. “I’ll get us another drink, yah?”

“Right mate, I need to rehydrate. Maybe we can go for another few rounds?” Sebastian smirked. Leander nodded as he walked up to the bar, wondering if the next round he could have Sebastian fuck his mouth.

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lesbolordo · 10 months

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Leander P. X Sebastian S | Hogwart's legacy.

"Addicted."

"Leander finds himself thinking about how he became addicted to Sebastian- and the other way around."

Tags : Smut, Hate sex, first time, enemies to sex enemies (lmao), Top Leander, Bratty Bottom Sebastian, sex addiction, cheating, cussing (Looking at you Sebastian), unprotected sex, anal sex, frottage, Leander likes to be degraded, Sebastian likes to insult, sex without feelings (?), free to interpretation actually, Garreth getting disrespected, More like a drabble isn't it ?

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Leander had no fucking clue of how it had all started. All he knew was that it had happened, and now he craved it like a drug addict. Well, he was almost persuaded that Sebastian too, craved it like a madman.

Perhaps it was just that their compatibility in terms of sex (not in terms of feelings - hell no) was that good. Leander was fairly sure that it also worked out so well because they didn't have to sell themselves to the other, sugarcoat everything, hide their flaws and enhance their qualities. They could be themselves. Even more so, the two of them used this as a mean to let out any pent up anger that they may keep inside, all stress and anxiety.

It wasn't soft, no. Far from that. But once again, it worked so much because it wasn't. Leander liked to have the usually so snarky and bitchy man rendered stupid, useless by his cock. If there was something he was better at than Sebastian, it was that. Making him cockdumb.

He knew that the former Slytherin had a train of thought far too quick and complicated for him to live freely, carelessly, and Leander thought that perhaps, when his cock was shoved down his hole against his guts, Sebastian was free of that train of thoughts.

It was like night and day, or at least that was how the taller man pictured it. During the day they were both perfect, their usual safe, and night was when their bodies collided harshly, anywhere and everywhere. They couldn't keep it in a muggle hotel like they had agreed to at first, they had to do it each time they saw each other.

That was why Leander was fairly sure that Sebastian was addicted to his cock. But to be fair, he was addicted to Sebastian's ass. The constant bickering and degradation between the two, as they embraced each other roughly (-nails, teeth, strong grips ) was also an important factor as to why sex with Sebastian was so good, so addictive, and made him come back for more each time.

The first time they had done it, they were too fucking young to even be doing it. Leander was barely sixteen, Sebastian was still fifteen. They had gotten stuck inside of a broom closet, like idiots.

The two fought, the muggle way of course, and at some point, Leander doesn't remember when - he doesn't care, Sebastian kissed him harshly.

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"-Fuck off Prewett !

-Shut your trap, Sallow, you goddamn annoying-"

He couldn't even finish his insults -luckily because he didn't have any left in reserve- that Sebastian's lips crashed onto his. They were on the ground of the broom closet, Sebastian on top of him after he had attempted to punch the red head in the face. He had failed miserably. (-accidentally ?)

Leander's eyes opened wide when he felt the other boy kiss him. It was messy, their teeth clashed against the other's, their tongue fought for dominance and their saliva mixed and pooled in their mouths. It was truly a laughable kiss, worthy of two teenage boys.

And yet it had left them as hard as rocks. (-It was all messy and blurry in Leander's head now, each time he tried to remember it, something changed, whatever it was.)

Sebastian had moved back, taking control of things, and in no time their dicks were out, and Leander was hissing from the harsh cold against his hot, hard and leaking prick. (-He got embarrassed each time he remembered how hard and needy he had gotten for Sebastian, after only one kiss.)

He didn't know how or why, but Sebastian had more experience, and he was the one to rub his hardened dicks against Leander's. (-The only thing that had prided Leander after the events, were that his cock was bigger than the other boy's.)

It barely took them two minutes to cum all over themselves, mostly on Leander as he was under. An awkward silence settled, and Sebastian tucked himself back into his pants immediately, before running away. Leander had no idea when the door had opened.

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To this day it still was a cringe worthy memory of Leander. Maybe Sebastian thought of it differently, he didn't know.

But next thing they knew, the moment they were alone they'd jump on each other. Sebastian and him fighting wasn't something rare at all, it was fairly common for everyone and them. What wasn't usual, that is, were the raging boners Leander would get each time Sebastian insulted him. And oh, he knew that Sebastian always insulted him for that reason.

Each moment alone they had, Leander and him would use it to explore their sexuality. The first time he dicked down Sebastian, it was after a fierce fight for who would be under.

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"-Come on, one last rock, parchment and scissors ! You cheated !

-You've lost Sallow, don't blame it on me !

-Fuck off !"

It was an exciting moment for Leander, he had thought about loosing his virginity for a while before Sebastian happened. He hadn't imagined that he'd be loosing it to him (-Did he lose it to Leander ?) but it was pleasant nonetheless.

Of course, The two didn't even think of preparation as a really important part of the deal, (-naive boys) and Leander only lubed his cock and the entrance of the other boy, before beginning.

Sebastian had set a record for the number of insults spat in less than a minute. (-Leander remembers having gotten harder after all of these foul words left Sebastian's mouth.)

They tried again after some more preparations, and through gritted teeth, the slytherin took almost all of his cock. Leander came fairly quickly -nothing surprising for a teenage boy- and Sebastian didn't come that night.

The Gryffindor was quite embarrassed for his pityful first time, but Sebastian made him agree that he'd do better on their next time. (-Only now did Leander realize that Sebastian had gotten addicted very quickly. To this, not to him.)

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Just like many of his first times experiencing sex and it's wonders, this memory was an embarassing one. Now he couldn't even think about finishing before his partner did.

The first time they had planned and tried to stop, and had goodbye sex, was on their graduation day. Just like on their first day of sex, if was rough and mean, the only thing changing being the pleasure they felt.

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"-FUCK ! FUCK ! FUCK DONTSTOPDONSTOPDONTSTOP-"

Leander's hand covered the smaller boy's mouth, ignoring the biting and saliva, but silencing the insanities the other kept on yelling with each thrust in his guts. The red head was far more silent than Sebastian -which wasn't something hard to do visibly- and far more lucid.

They were in an empty classroom, the slytherin bent over the professor's desk, ass up and offered to Leander behind him. His cock kept on hitting Sebastian's sweet spot, kept on making him feel so full, and each thrust was like an early visit to heaven : that was what Sebastian was yelling, if Leander remembered right.

"-FUCK ! YES RIGHT HERE ! OH MY GOD YES FUCKFUCKFUCK-"

"-FUCK- why are you so damn big !! You damn- AH- IDIOT !! It's like your stupid cock is- OH FUCK- Trying to fuck a damn- AH- AH- baby in me !!"

"-Yes ! Yes ! Cum inside ! It's an order you- You stupid idiot ! Fuck- YES ! Come on ! Fuuuuck-"

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Leander hoped that he didn't exaggerate anything. He still masturbated to that memory after all.

Their deal to stop having sex had failed miserably. One week later, Sebastian was in front of his door, and then Leander was balls deep in him on the ground, like they were still teenagers in heat.

Maybe the red head should add "remembering his teenage years" to the list of why Sebastian would still seek out his cock after so long.

Leander had a lot of core memories involving sex and Sebastian. His twenty fifth birthday and the amazing semi-public sex they had that day in a restaurant's bathroom. Sebastian's party for his new home -the guests didn't know that they had already fucked all over the place. Garreth's party for his new shop -Leander still felt guilty for fucking on his best friend's brand new, pure, counter.

He was fairly sure, thinking about all of these moments, that Sebastian was addicted. Perhaps it wasn't the best moment to think about all of this, while he was once again balls deep inside of him.

That ceremonial kilt really was practical to have sex. Leander was sitting on an unsuspecting chair, the other man facing him and boucing on his cock and laps. They didn't have much time, it was all hurried and messy, their lips crashing onto the other's to stiffle moans an groans, insults and cusses.

As always, Sebastian's hole clenching around his hard prick felt heavenly, and he was pretty sure -with the way his partner's eyes rolled back and his lips parted in loud moans- that his cock felt just as good, burried deep in his stomach.

He didn't even feel guilty, as he fucked Sebastian toward their high. He was sure that Sebastian couldn't even think anymore, with how cockdumb he seemed to be acting already. Leander admired his fucked out face, letting out occasional growls and moans, licking his dry lips ever so often and sometimes kissing Sebastian to quiet him.

They stopped when Leander filled up Sebastian's hole, and the other came in his fist. Ragged breaths echoed on the walls of the white room, before the former Slytherin stood up and weakly went to clean himself in the bathroom. Leander didn't move for a while.

They were too addicted for their own good, and too prideful to admit it.

___

Leander watched from his seat as Sebastian waited on the altar. The music didn't reach his ears, nor did the words of his pregnant wife. Nothing could disturb him as he watched the man on the altar turn and smile at his soon-to-be wife.

"You still have my seeds in your ass."

"Slut."

"You know you can't ever let go of my cock."

"Does your wife know how much you love to get fucked ?"

"Does that bitch know how deep you like to take it ?"

"Does she know you'll be thinking about me while you fuck her during your honeymoon ?"

"We both know I'll fuck my cum back into your hole the moment we have some alone time together."

"I always do."

He would never voice these thoughts out loud, no. Not even when it was asked if someone objected to Sebastian Sallow's wedding with whatever her name was.

___

When Sebastian entered the toilets, he immediately was met with the red haired man cleaning his freckled hands, brown eyes staring at him intensely.

He closed the door behind him, Leander stopped the faucet.

He had a wife now, and Leander was on his way to have his second child. They were grown adults, almost thirty years old.

So why did he crave him like that, still ?

___

Since nobody wrote hate sex for the boys, I decided to sacrifice myself (I loved every second of it) and write this (Please give me more Leander x Sebastian).

@eleanorstaghart this is for you mate.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #sebastian x leander #sebastian sallow x leander prewett #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hate sex #Shipping sebastian with everyone is my new way of living #fr

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choccy-milky · 4 months

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read the room, garreth (from the newest chap of my fic! ao3 / wattpad)

#garreth didnt ask to be put in the middle of this fanfic drama. bro has his priorities in order LMAOO #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #garreth weasley #leander prewett #clora clemons #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #choccyart

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atypicalamortentia · 5 months

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Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - The boys virginity headcannons.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who masturbated to memories of you every night was surprised when you asked him if you were ever going to have sex.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pressed his lips to yours and asked if now was a good time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was already rock hard at the thought of having sex with you for the first time grinded his clothed erection against your backside.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who dragged you back to the Slytherin dorm was eager to see what you looked like underneath those clothes.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pulled you into the boys room without hesitation pushed you onto his bed before attacking your neck with his lips.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was quick to undress you roamed his hands over your breasts with wide eyes.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who couldn’t help but take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth as he pawed at your mounds.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who bites down at your nipple softly to elicit the most spectacular noise he had ever heard in his entire life.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t wait another minute and is freeing his cock from their restraints.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who slicks the tip of his cock against your slick folds before gazing deep into your eyes making sure you’re ready. You nod, giving him the go-ahead.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t help but thrust into your cunt desperately. Moans falling from his lips as he feels your pussy grip his cock like a vice.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who gives you a moment to adjust to his large length before he’s pounding into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t think straight while he’s inside of you. He just wants to feel you cum all over his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s hands make their way to your throat to squeeze lightly, making you see stars and forcing you to cum.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s eyes widen as he feels your cunt contracting around his cock. He was a goner the second he feels you spasming and his hips begin to stutter as he shot his load into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who is surprised at just how much he cums inside of you. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who led you to the Undercroft during a particularly heavy make-out session.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who’s breath catches in his throat when you take the initiative to put your hands down his trousers and begin to stroke his cock slowly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets out a loud moan and throws his head back as you begin to jerk him off can’t help but feel nervous at the fact the two of you were actually doing this.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who moans your name quietly, wraps his fingers in your hair to tell you to keep going as he thrusts his hips against your hand.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who feels his balls tighten as he’s close to cumming, stutters away from your hand before explaining that he wants to finish inside of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who wishes he could see so he could admire every inch of you as you undress.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets his hands be his eyes once you’re fully naked, trailing his hands all over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, letting his fingers trail over your puckering nipples.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who groans when he feels your skin on his and desperately tugs off his cloak and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t wait to be inside of you feels his cock twitching as you push him down onto the sofa you had transfigured a few weeks prior.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who drags his cock up your folds desperate for some friction, accidentally pushes the tip into your entrance. You let out a soft gasp at the intrusion and throw your head back.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets you take control, feeling almost euphoric as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You bounce up and down on him almost immediately, begging for more already.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t help the moans that tumble from his lips as he feels you bouncing on him slowly. You move your hips perfectly, just right that has him seeing stars in his mind. Merlin, he wishes he could see you now.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who grasps your hips tightly as he cums deep inside of you with staggering hips and a viscous scream of your name. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who pulls you into a broom closet on the way to potions class because he misses you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who places sloppy, needy kisses on your lips as he whispers about how much he’s been craving your lips on his for the last few hours.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who feels himself starting to get erect as your hands wrap around his neck and play with the little curls at the base of his neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help but think about where this could be going as you slowly peel off his cloak, jumper and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who becomes flustered as you look up at him with a mischievous grin. A bright pink blush dancing across his cheeks as your hands trail down his chest to the waistband of his trousers.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds himself moaning already before you’ve even wrapped your hand around the base of his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who stares into your eyes as you slowly put your hand down his boxers and palm at his thick length.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who bites his bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet, so that passers by the broom closet don’t hear his pathetic whimpering.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who brings his hand up to his mouth to bite at his finger once he realises that biting his bottom lip isn’t stopping his moans.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is already begging for you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who wants to cry at how good you’re making him feel.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help the sheer amount of precum leaking from his cock from the way you’re jerking him off.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who begs for you to fuck him right then and there.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is a whimpering mess when he’s finally seated inside of you. His hands grasp your hips forcefully as he slowly moves inside of you, building up his pace.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds it difficult to gain a rhythm, but once he gets there, it’s otherworldly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who presses heated kisses against your throat as he fucks you from behind, his hands grasping desperately at your hips to keep himself grounded to you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who cums inside of you the second he feels your cunt tense around him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who turns your head to kiss you deeply as he thrusts his last remaining spend inside of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who invites you to The Three Broomsticks for a date.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who doesn’t even think about having sex with you on the date. He adores you so much and just wants to show you how much you truly mean to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pays for everything and tells you that ‘you can get the next one’ even though he knows he won’t let that happen.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is surprised when you kiss him forcefully as soon as you exit The Three Broomsticks, taking him down a secluded alleyway with a knowing smirk on your face.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who feels a bit of anxiety around having sex for the first time, especially in an alleyway.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who convinces you to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room with him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants everything to be perfect for his first time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who kisses you sweetly as he undresses you once you get back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pushes you down onto his bed slowly and climbs on top of you, trailing kisses down your now naked body until he reaches your sweet, spread out pussy.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who tests the waters with his tongue. Licking a slow stripe up your folds before making his way to your clit and gently nibbling on it with his teeth.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who presses a singular finger inside your entrance as he slurps at your clit.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who finger fucks you slowly in an attempt to make you come undone on his tongue before he fucks you with his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who, once you cum, uses his thick, heavy cock to wipe up your juices. Using your cum as lube, he slowly thrusts himself into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who can’t stop moaning your name like a prayer as your cunt sucks him in greedily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants this to be a slow and sensual experience, cups your body in his hands as he moves inside of you with ease.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who bites down on your neck softly to mark you as his whispers sweet nothings and praises of how good you feel wrapped around him into your ear.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who cums prematurely inside your cunt because of how good you feel wrapped around him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is so embarrassed that he can’t even look you in the eye as you give him soft kisses and whisper words of a soothing nature. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who struggles to tell you how he’s feeling when he gets turned on for the first time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who cries out when you grind against his clothed erection in the empty classroom.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is worried about getting caught that he locks the door with a wave of his wand.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who watches you with wide eyes as you get yourself off on his thigh. He watches the way your hips ride expertly against his leg and groans in pleasure.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who shakily moves his hand to take off your skirt. You shuffle out of it before pressing your lips against his hungrily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who swallows your moans gladly as you remove your panties, exposing your pretty pussy to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who can’t help but whimper at the sight, his heart beating quickly as you take off his trousers and boxers slowly, almost teasingly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who asks if you’re sure this is something you wanted to do.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is caught off guard when you lower yourself down onto his cock in response

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who grasps your hips tightly as he can, bruising you slightly in the process.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bites down on your bottom lip playfully as you skilfully move your hips against his.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who helps you move your body against his straining clothed cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is panting like a dog as you pull down his trousers and underwear, looking at the string of precum oozing from his tip.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was surprised when you licked his tip playfully, licking his pre from his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who falls against the desk, gripping the sides tightly as you suck him off slowly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who begs for your pussy to be around his cock, not caring about how pathetic he sounded.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who moaned loudly when you sunk down onto his cock and grasped the desk harder.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bit his bottom lip and begged for you to start moving your hips.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who widened his eyes when you finally rolled your hips against his, his mouth falling open without a sound leaving his lips.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who let you dominate him straight from the beginning. He wanted you to take what you needed from him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bucked his hips up against your greedily, wanting more from you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who pulls out of your cunt before pushing you down onto your knees, jacking himself off and cumming over your face. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was no longer a virgin because of you.

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anto-pops · 1 year

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Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: After watching you hold your own against a handsy classmate, Sebastian is feeling particularly needy and steals you away to the Undercroft to show you just how worked up your right hook got him.

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian reverently going down on you after you break Leander's nose

Based on this request I received! Hope you like it anon :))

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor violence, explicit sexual content, rough sex

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !

Many of your friends would agree that you had the patience of a damn Saint.

Beyond dealing with Sebastian’s hard-headedness on a regular basis and keeping up appearances with your classmates, it was a wonder you had managed to maintain your cool, collected facade for so long. You could recall losing it once before, shortly after Professor Fig died. But the whole debacle had gone down in the safety and privacy of the Room of Requirement, so no one had been around to witness your indignant anger take root and assist you in trashing two thirds of your sacred space.

That had been two years ago, so you liked to think you’d gotten better at controlling your emotions since then.

Leander fucking Prewett, however, had seemingly made it his life’s mission to frustrate you to no foreseeable end.

While you had felt bad for him in your fifth-year and entertained his rambling mostly out of pity, somewhere along the way your lack of interest got lost in translation. He was a rather boastful individual, preferring to brag about himself and put down anyone that excelled in areas he wanted to be the best in. His attitude had only worsened with age, and for the last few months he had suddenly taken to attempting to woo you in passing.

His efforts were too pathetic to take to heart, but you certainly hadn’t told Sebastian about it yet. Not unless you wanted to trigger a fight that you knew you wouldn’t be able to intervene in, because the whole reason Leander was even trying with you was to get under your boyfriend’s skin.

Today was Wednesday, and you shared Herbology class with Leander, much to your displeasure. Your attempts at escaping out the door quickly had been thwarted when Professor Garlick asked to speak with you after class, and despite hoping against all odds that you would be left alone, Prewett was waiting for you at the top of the steps when you ascended the staircase.

“Ah, there you are,” he drawled, with far too much familiarity for your liking. “Did Professor Garlick hold you back to scold you for something?”

You grasped at the fringes of your self-restraint with everything in you. “No, we were just discussing some extra assignments she gave me last week.”

Wanting to leave the interaction at that, you picked up your pace and strode past him, eager to meet up with Sebastian and Ominis for lunch. At the very least, Sebastian’s presence would act as a safeguard against Leander’s incessant pestering. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor had no qualms about lengthening his stride to match your own, and he fell annoyingly into step beside you.

He raked one of his hands through his long strands of red hair, trying and failing to raise a brow at you questioningly. Instead he just looked constipated. “Wow, extra assignments? You must be some child genius turned prodigy, I can’t think of anyone who willingly says yes to more homework.”

“...I’ve been doing it for two years, Leander.”

Waving you off, he pressed on, “Then you’re way smarter than you let on.” What? “Not that I’ve heard otherwise from anyone, but someone as bright as you likely values intellect and wit, and I can’t help but notice Sebastian is in short supply of both these days–”

“Leander, now really isn’t the time.” Not this shit again. You pushed through the double doors leading to Central Hall, desperate to put your two Slytherin companions in between yourself the daft idiot tailing you.

“Oh, come on. I’m only suggesting we take some time to study together. Or maybe we could take a stroll through the Library since you’re so fond of books. Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for sneaking into the Restricted Section, although sometimes I wonder how much reading you actually do when you disappear there with Sallow.”

By now you had made it beside the fountain in the middle of the room, but your legs halted entirely when you registered the implication hidden in his words. One of your nails broke as you dug your fingers into the cover of your textbook, and you willed the thrum of your blood roaring in your ears to lessen as you finally pivoted to face Leander fully.

Your expression was stormy when you fixed your eyes on his beady ones, and you allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the nervous bob of his throat. “What is it you think I do then, Leander? What vapid, tasteless thoughts do you have whipping around in that giant head of yours, hm?”

At least he had the good sense to look sheepish, but he masked the look quickly with that false bravado that made your hands twitch. He raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, “Relax, doll. I’m just connecting the dots out loud. What does your prized boytoy tempt you with to convince you to break the rules so often?”

Merlin’s bloody balls, if you didn’t leave now, you were going to lose it in the middle of the school. There was no hiding your blatant scowl of disgust, but you found the frayed tethers of your composure and grabbed the ends like a lifeline. You pulled a deep breath into your lungs, exhaling in a way that conveyed your thinning temper, and turned to walk away.

You saw Sebastian standing on the other side of Central Hall talking to Garreth, and he was spying over the redhead’s shoulder to watch you. His face was contorted into a dark, threatening expression, and you knew he could read your own emotions plainly on your face. He was well aware that you were pissed off, and he jumped into action then, muttering something to Weasley under his breath before he was striding across the foyer to get to you.

You’d made it roughly three steps away from Leander when you suddenly felt his slimy hand slithering around your waist to haul you back against his chest. The brazen action took you by surprise, which was the only reason the bastard succeeded in squeezing the curve of your hip so generously. The feeling had you tensing all over, and you dimly registered Sebastian’s murderous expression nearing the opposite side of the fountain before your own anger took root.

“What, you’re not even going to dignify me with a response? That’s awfully cruel–”

A faceful of your fist cut him off mid sentence, and you watched through your narrowed eyes as Leander’s head flew back, his momentum carrying him to the ground in a sprawled, limp heap. You heard a series of gasps erupt from the students that were seated nearby, but you didn’t care. It took you a second to process the scene as you blinked the rage from your mind, but once you had, you were pleased to find Prewett’s nose hugging his cheek at a very broken angle.

“There’s your response, you prick,” you swore at him, bending down to snatch up your Herbology textbook that had fallen from your grip. Your knuckles throbbed from the impact still, but you simply flexed your fingers and shook the pain away. It felt good to get that out of your system, and entirely worth the bruises you would surely be sporting in the morning. “Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from me, or I’ll be happy to show you exactly what I’ve learned from the books in the Restricted Section.”

As soon as you moved away from Leander, a group of younger students were flocking to his side, wisely giving you a wide berth as you left. Sebastian was frozen still as a statue on the other side of the fountain, looking at you slack-jawed with admiration twinkling in his dark eyes. You smiled softly at him, the look so at odds with the feral energy you had just exhibited twenty seconds prior.

“I– what the bloody hell was that?” Sebastian asked at the same time you circled your arm around his waist to lead him away from the bleeding Gryffindor.

“It was well deserved, that’s what it was,” you replied evenly, and then you felt Sebastian’s fingertips digging into the small of your back. “Don’t worry about it, please. He won’t bother me anymore, that’s for damn sure.”

Sebastian’s laugh sounded breathless, and he shook his head in disbelief, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. “Oh I’ll definitely be needing the backstory to that whole altercation at some point, but I’m more hung up on the fact that you actually punched somebody. You never get physical like that, where in Merlin’s name did that come from?”

You’d been leading Sebastian towards the Great Hall, having had your mind set on lunch for the better part of a half hour. But then you felt Sebastian take control of steering, and instead of turning down the corridor that led to your destination, he instead appeared to be guiding you in the direction of the Dark Arts Tower. “You’re acting like it’s unheard of for someone to lose their temper. In case you forgot, Prewett is particularly insufferable. Today he crossed one too many lines, so I reeducated him. End of story.”

“I don’t think you understand,” Sebastian murmured as you came up the staircase leading to a familiar alcove, and things suddenly started to click into place. “That was quite possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”

All the blood in your body seemed to flood into your cheeks then. Sebastian gazed down at you hungrily, whipping his wand out briefly to unlock the latch concealing the entryway behind the large clock. It opened with a clang, and before you could formulate a response to his statement, he was gently pushing you through the opening ahead of him.

While the two of you descended the narrow stairwell leading into the Undercroft, Sebastian replayed the glorious sight of your wicked right hook in his mind. He didn’t know what the hell Leander had been whispering to you about, but the look on your face had told him it wasn’t anything pleasant. Being the chivalrous and overprotective boyfriend he was, of course he’d bailed on his conversation with Garreth to step in.

Watching Prewett’s offensive appendage coil around your waist had sealed the deal, however; Sebastian had fully intended on sending the Gryffindor into an early grave. But then you’d dropped your items and spun around so fast– your textbook was still falling when your fist connected with his nose. It wasn’t the most tactful means of defense for a lot of people. After all, in a world of magic, who the hell bothered with brawling? There was no denying the appeal of it though. It was a more personal way of telling someone to go fuck themselves, and watching you set your boundries in such a way had driven Sebastian’s blood supply straight to his cock.

He liked this unrestrained side of you. He was desperate to see more of it.

Once you were past the threshold of the gate, you stopped to turn to Sebastian, ready to clarify that seriously– was he this affected by you throwing a punch? But then his larger body slammed against you, stealing the words from your throat as he captured your lips in a frantic, hungry kiss, and you were manhandled into his arms so he could walk the two of you over to the lounge stuffed away in the corner of the room.

As soon as your ass made contact with the velvet cushions, Sebastian broke away so his hands could get to work on hauling your skirt down your legs. The ferocity of the movement nearly sent you flying to the floor with the attire, but then the freckled man was moving back into your personal space so abruptly, your teeth knocked together before he began biting and sucking at your bottom lip.

“Fuck– Sebastian, what the hell’s gotten into you?” The pain from his ministrations quickly blurred together with the unmistakable arousal pooling between your legs, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit through your soaked undergarments, he swallowed your shaky moans with a nefarious kiss.

“I have to have you,” Sebastian murmured as his hands came up to remove your blouse, exerting a smidge more self-control than he did with your skirt so he didn’t render your uniform unusable afterwards. There was still the matter of school technically being in session, but after watching Leander put his hands on you, Sebastian was feeling especially possessive, and seeing you lay the brute out like it was nothing made his thirst for you seem borderline unquenchable. He asked hurriedly, “Merlin’s balls, let me eat you out– please?”

You shivered as he undid the last button on your shirt and slipped the material over your shoulders, tossing it to the stone floor alongside the rest of your clothes. Having long since given up on wearing your bras after Sebastian ripped the straps of your last two, you were completely bare– an open invitation for him to begin kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you arch into his touch.

He took full advantage of your close proximity and latched his lips over your thundering pulse, sinking his teeth into the skin to work a mark there, and you nodded shamelessly when you felt his fingers slip beneath your underwear.

“O-Okay. Alright– fine, but take this off,” your hands tugged at the collar of his shirt, ardently conveying that if you were going to let him satiate himself, the least he could do was let you look at him.

Sebastian was obliging you in a heartbeat, pulling away from your spread legs to wriggle his tie loose. It hung messily around his neck– just enough for him to swiftly begin undoing his button up– and the entire time he worked to shed the clothing, his dark, penetrating gaze never left your flushed body. Once the front of his shirt fell open and he’d discarded it, you were met with the tantalizing sight of Sebastian’s toned, freckled chest. The mouth watering trail of hair running below his navel paved a path to the tenting fabric of his trousers, and as soon as Sebastian caught you staring, his brown eyes were darkening impossibly further.

Prowling forward with feline grace, Sebastian smirked as he lifted his tie off of his shoulders to drape over your head. He didn’t bother tightening it, instead letting it hang in a disheveled heap between your breasts, and the sight did more for him than he cared to admit, his cock straining uncomfortably in his trousers. But right now wasn’t about him– not really– it was about you, and Sebastian’s reverent need to please you.

“Hold that for me,” he purred down at you before he was dropping to his knees in front of you.

A brilliant flush swept up your torso as his warm, broad hands came to finally slip your drenched panties away from your aching heat, gliding the material down your outstretched legs without tearing his eyes away from you. Goosebumps broke out all over your skin when the chill of the Undercroft passed over you, and your breath caught in your throat when he eagerly licked his lips and sidled up to the edge of the couch.

Sebastian looped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him so that your ass dangled precariously off the cushions, causing you to shiver under his unyielding stare. He nudged your legs up onto his shoulders, casting a mischievous look your way before he was nuzzling his face into the sensitive skin of your legs, and the adoring kisses he peppered up the apex of your thighs had your stomach tensing in anticipation.

“Do you think we could try sparring one day?” Sebastian asked randomly, teasing his fingers closer to your dripping folds before pulling them away entirely. The dejected sigh that slipped from your lips made him chuckle darkly, and you narrowed your eyes at him as his question finally processed.

“Sparring? What the hell for?”

He shrugged, jostling your raised legs as his fingers dug firmly into your hips for a modicum of restraint. “I think I’d enjoy getting thrown around by you. Do you think you could?”

Merlin– he had officially lost his mind. “Maybe? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, though.”

Something wild sparked behind his irises then, and he began placing lingering kisses in the hollow of your leg. “I would love it if you did,” another soft press of his lips, this time right beside your aching center. “Seriously, when we do, promise me you won’t hold back.”

“You’re actually insane,” you wheezed out as his next kiss fell directly against your clit, and your nails dug fitfully into the padding of the lounge at the featherlight feeling.

“Only for you, darling.” Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened as he mercifully sealed his mouth over your cunt, and your head kicked back against the sofa with an audible whack as your shrill voice suddenly echoed off the walls of the cavernous room. Your next breath was stolen from you as you felt Sebastian’s tongue circle over your clit, pressing and dragging the muscle down your heat to lap up as much of you as you could– and you swore you’d never been so wet in your fucking life.

By some miracle, you didn’t pass out from the overwhelming bliss, but you sure as hell saw stars dancing in the corners of your vision when Sebastian tongued at your tight entrance. The sordid sounds coming from the brunet between your legs was enough to have you clenching your thighs on either side of his head, and the blatantly aroused groan it pulled from his throat reverberated against you perfectly.

“Fuck, Sebastian,” you whimpered, snapping your hands up from the seat to fist in his curly, brown locs, and when you pulled him against you harder, he moaned at the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp. He switched tactics then, shaking his head from side to side softly to rub his lips sinfully over your bundle of nerves. The friction was dizzying, and you brazenly bucked your hips against his chin to chase your steadily mounting pleasure. “Merlin–”

Sebastian was utterly transfixed by you. Through hooded eyes, he watched rapaciously as you crumbled above him; your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and the ever darkening flush that decorated your skin made the green of his tie around your neck stand out even more, acting like a proprietary flag that claimed you as his. You cracked open your eyes to stare down at him, and your stomach flipped at his unbridled, lust-filled gaze boring into you.

Sitting forward more, Sebastian wound one of his arms over the angular curve of your hip bones, simultaneously pressing you harder into him while preventing you from shifting around. He mouthed sloppily against you, and you were left to balance your leg over his shoulder when he dropped his other hand to begin teasing at your soaked hole. He pressed the tip of his finger in slowly before withdrawing it completely, and he repeated the same motion a few more times until you were on the verge of tearing a fistfull of his hair out.

A keening sound ripped from your chest when he removed the digit slower than before, and you could feel Sebastian smirk against you. “S-Stop teasing,” you stuttered, your voice strained and airy.

Sebastian pulled away with a conniving chuckle, and the sight of your slick coating the entirety of his lower face damn near killed you on the spot. “I’m trying to take my time here– you taste so fucking sweet.”

His finger was back, sliding into you once again– only this time he spared you further torment by burying the appendage inside of you to the knuckle and curling it deliciously upwards. You gasped, arching off the back of the lounge in some vain attempt to feel more of him, but his strength pressing into your hips held you firmly in place, and a legitimate whine tumbled from your swollen lips.

He set an achingly slow pace, focusing more on wiggling his finger inside of you before pulling it back to thrust in again, and your throaty groan was cut short when Sebastian’s mouth reappeared on your cunt. He lapped at you furiously, working your brain into a tizzy with the rapid flicks of his tongue against your clit, and the cord in your gut was wrought tight as your climax roared to life in the far reaches of your mind. The wanton moans that slipped from Sebastian were electrifying, and the intensity of his ministrations increased when he added a second finger to the mix. Any pain or discomfort was nonexistent; all you could focus on was the sheer exhilaration his efforts brought you, and your hands tightened in his hair to silently warn him that you were close.

Leaning sideways for a better angle, Sebastian rolled his head against your inner thigh to peer up at you. Once your glazed over eyes landed on him, he let his mouth hang open in an obscene manner to lewdly flick his tongue over your nub at the same time he stroked your inner walls, and that was as much as you could take before you were crying out for Sebastian loud. Your orgasm hit you with the force of a train, stealing your breath and making your muscles tense so hard that your boyfriend’s face was effectively crushed between your trembling legs.

Sebastian took everything that you inflicted upon him in stride; the stinging drag of your nails through his hair, as well as the suffocating squeeze of your thighs on either side of his head. He relished in it– and he positively lived for how he could make you fall apart in such a way. His cock concurred with his thoughts, twitching enthusiastically against the confines of his trousers.

The freckled, Adonis incarnate before you rose to his full height after you had the good grace to release him from the stifling confines of your legs, groaning softly when his fingers slipped out of you. Sebastian regarded you with a predatory look that promised more, and you swallowed thickly as you watched his hands languidly work to undo the catch of his pants.

Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Sebastian’s brows pinched together with blatant need as he scanned your prone form against the sofa. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” His imposing stature over you– shirtless and flushed, with his chest rising and falling from the strained breaths he pulled into his lungs– it had your heart hammering wildly against your sternum. You shook your head. “Then I’ll show you,” he vowed, and the timbre to his voice seemed to reignite the fire burning in your veins.

Working quickly, Sebastian shoved his trousers down to his thighs, pulling himself out of his briefs with a needy groan. He gave himself a few testing pumps, tipping his head back slightly when his fist squeezed around the bright red tip, and then he was zeroing in on you like you were the only thing in the room he cared to pay attention to. You were still quivering in your spot on the lounge when Sebastian stepped forward, hauling you upright by the tie around your bare neck to spin you around so you were kneeling on the cushions with your front pressed into the backrest of the couch.

It took everything in you not to sink back down on your wobbly legs, but then you felt Sebastian’s hands running down your back towards the shapely curve of your ass, and he squeezed at the skin there greedily before lining himself up with your spit-slick cunt. Far too eager to feel his cock inside of you, you watched over your shoulder as Sebastian gingerly pressed into you with a low, raspy moan, and your fingers dug into the backrest so hard, your knuckles blanched white.

Despite his urgency, Sebastian took his time rocking his hips into you, drinking in your sweet little sounds as he filled you up and slid home. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning forward to rest his head between your shoulder blades as he buried himself to the hilt. His hands moved from your ass to your waist, holding you still with bruising strength as he got used to the sensation of your hypersensitive walls contracting around him. Your breaths were coming out fast and shallow, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him compared to his fingers. Having already come, you were like putty in Sebastian’s hands as he ground his cock into you firmly, and you felt him twitch inside you when your head fell forward against the upholstery of the seat with a gasp. “Fuck– you’re so wet still– feels so fucking perfect.”

When Sebastian pulled back to torturously thrust into you slowly, your hips rocked in tandem against him, and he redirected his eyes up from where the two of you were connected so he could drink in the expression on your face. Your lips were parted around a choked moan as he moved inside of you, those beautiful, luminescent eyes of yours sparkling with rampant affection and arousal, and his tie swayed around your neck in sync with his movements.

Sebastian hunched forward, lifting one of his hands to rake through your disheveled hair and pull your head back towards his shoulder, and you cried out suddenly before the sound transformed into a filthy moan that only served to spur Sebastian forward faster. His hold on you was unrelenting, effectively bending you backwards against his sweaty chest as he increased his pace and began spearing his cock into you with brutal efficiency.

It didn’t take long for him to start hitting the deepest parts of you, the thick head of his shaft curving up to graze deliciously over your sweet spot with every rough thrust. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, shameless noises spilling from your lips as Sebastian folded you backwards onto his cock to satiate himself. That familiar feeling blossomed low in your gut, and one of your hands flew back to dig your nails into the bare skin of Sebastian’s thigh behind you.

“Fuck, fuck, Sebastian–” your warbled voice was like music to his ears, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a devilish smile. His next thrust was particularly forceful, and the incriminating sound of skin slapping against skin filled the Undercroft, seemingly harmonizing with the cacophony of noises that the two of you created together. “Merlin–”

Sebastian growled, releasing your hair to trail his hand across your front and curl around your throat. He tightened his hold there, squeezing just enough so that your walls clenched around his cock as he upped his tempo. You were completely enveloped by him, held fast to his damp chest as he ruthlessly pounded into you, and the lack of oxygen to your brain numbed everything else as your second orgasm loomed threateningly overhead.

Overcome with telltale urgency, Sebastian chased his own pleasure desperately, bucking his cock deep into your clenching heat, wringing choked gasps and stuttered cries of his name from your open mouth, and he was fucking dizzy from how good it felt to be pressed against you, holding you tight in his arms. Sebastian tugged you closer to him to latch his lips over the sweaty skin below your ear, biting and sucking a mark there as he propelled his hips upwards inside of you.

There really wasn’t anything you could do to stop yourself from frantically rutting back in search of that building euphoria. You rode back onto Sebastian with as much give as you were allowed, your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure and your thighs shaking from how good Sebastian was fucking you, filling you up deep and hard and fast, just how you liked it. The way he slammed you back down onto his rough thrusts by your throat only added fuel to the fire, leaving you a sloppy, gasping, pleading mess in his arms.

Sebastian released his ironclad grip around your waist to snake his hand lower to your sensitive clit, and your head fell back against his shoulder as he started rubbing firm circles over the overstimulated nub. Your voice strained against his uncompromising hold on your throat, “Fuck– Sebastian, please–”

“Come, darling, come on my cock. Let me hear your pretty noises, I’m so close,” he muttered the command against the shell of your ear, railing his cock into you so fast and so harshly, you had no choice but to oblige him.

Sebastian watched as you crumbled against him for the second time, utterly in love with the way your spine rounded as you sank into him, every part of your body trembling. Your walls tightened impossibly further around him, causing him to gasp into the crook of your neck, and Sebastian slammed his cock into your incredible cunt— nearly mindless from how you shook against him— and he fucked you clean through your orgasm until your sounds and body yanked him right over the edge with you. His dark eyes rolled shut, growling your name through his clenched teeth as his pace faltered before he was burying himself deep in you with a heady gasp.

The feeling of Sebastian emptying inside of you rendered you boneless, leaving your boyfriend with the task of keeping you upright as he ground his hips against your ass, milking himself dry with broken whimpers before halting his movements entirely. His hold around your throat loosened, and the rush of blood returning to your brain was akin to pure bliss alongside the remnants of your climax.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned after a few heated seconds, relaxing his grip on you so that he could slide himself out before gingerly lowering the two of you down onto the cushions together. Your hands slipped from the back of the couch and fell into your lap as Sebastian maneuvered you into a sitting position, your body too limp to even bother moving yourself. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a nonplussed blink as you willed your brain to function properly again, and then you nodded shakily. “Shit, yeah. I had no idea your bloodlust would turn you into such a lunatic, though,” you muttered, and Sebastian’s bellowing laugh roused you further from your post-coital state.

“It’s not bloodlust, darling. It’s you,” he countered easily, a smug smile playing on his freckled lips. He tucked his softening cock back into his briefs and tugged his pants back up over his hips before moving away from you to retrieve the scattered pieces of your uniform. When he reappeared with the ball of clothing, you took it graciously, staying seated on the couch as you worked your underwear up your unsteady legs. “I was serious about the sparring thing, too. I think it would be fun watching you let loose.”

You shot him a hesitant look, not particularly keen on his eagerness to get bloodied up at your hands, but his excitement at the thought was palpable, and you found yourself relenting to his ludicrous idea with a sigh after a few beats of silence. “Fine,” you conceded. “But only once. I don’t care how horny it makes you– I don’t like the thought of hurting you, no matter how easy it is to fix broken bones here.”

He had bent down to snatch his button up off the floor, but paused on his way up to glance at you with a pleased expression on his face. The shirt was momentarily forgotten as Sebastian fell to his knees once again, only this time it was to cradle your face in his warm hands and pull you in for a toe curling kiss. His thumbs traced along your cheekbones as his tongue delved deep in your mouth, and you sighed contentedly. The gentleness that always followed these heated moments between the two of you was, without a doubt, one of your favorite things.

Sebastian broke away to pepper a quick succession of lighter kisses all over your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reverence. “Hell yes, whatever you want. I’ll do it wearing a damn ball gown if that’s what it takes.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re barking mad?”

He smirked, far too pleased to be hearing you say so. “From time to time, yes. Don’t lie, you love it.”

Your eyes twinkled with amusement, and fighting your smile proved to be easier said than done. “I love you. Your crazy ideas, however, I take with a grain of salt.”

From there, he stood fully to throw his shirt over his shoulders, and you mirrored his actions, redressing yourself as quickly as your shaky legs would allow. Once finished, you slipped Sebastian’s tie off of your neck, draping it over his shoulders with a coy smile, and you felt his arm coil around your waist to tug you flush against his front, stealing your lips in another steamy, doting kiss. You returned the gesture with equal fervor, rising to your tip-toes to trail your hands up into his hair to scratch shiver-inducing stripes down the nape of his neck.

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before the screeching gears of the metal gate drew your attention, and you pulled apart at the same time Ominis strode into the Undercroft. His face was contorted in concentration, his wand sweeping across the room until he seemed to sense that yes, his two best friends had indeed abandoned him in the Great Hall to disappear into their shared space.

“Where the hell have you two been?” He asked, not even bothering to confirm that you were truly there. His outstretched wand pointed towards you both as he made his way to the back of the room. “I thought we were meeting for lunch, I’ve been entertaining idle gossip for the better part of a half hour. What is it that I keep hearing about Leander getting punched in the face?”

At that, you stepped away from Sebastian, adjusting your skirt slightly before bashfully rubbing the back of your neck. “Ah, yeah. That was me,” you confessed. “Word travels fast. What exactly is being said?”

Ominis cocked a brow at you as he came to halt a few feet away, a strange look passing over his features as his wand pulsed in your direction. “Rumor has it you broke his nose. Please tell me this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence– I can hardly keep up with Sebastian coming to blows with students as it is.”

“It won’t, don’t worry. I doubt he’ll even come around me anymore after this.”

Sebastian snickered under his breath, eyeing you with a proud look that reminded you of your recent escapades, and you blushed under his knowing stare. “If Leander knows what’s good for him, he won’t so much as glance in your direction for the rest of the year. But on that note, I’m famished. Anyone up for food?”

“I’ve been ‘up for food’ for thirty minutes,” Ominis muttered as he turned on his heel to head for the gate. The three of you fell into step alongside one another, Sebastian’s hand brushing against yours as you walked towards the exit, but then Ominis was pausing mid step, tilting his head up to… sniff the air? How odd. “Merlin’s beard, it smells like sex in here.”

You snatched your hand away from Sebastian’s to slap your palms over your eyes in embarrassment, every ounce of blood in your body rushing to your head and heating your cheeks as you willed the floor to open up underfoot and swallow you whole. Your boyfriend, however, only laughed.

“We had to work up an appetite before finding you,” Sebastian mused, unashamed at having been caught by the blond man. “Sorry, Ominis. I’ll send an owl next time.”

“Please stop fucking in the Undercroft. I’m too scared to sit down here anymore– I can’t tell whether I’m avoiding your cum stains or not.”

“You’ll want to steer clear of the lounge for the foreseeable future, then.” Sebastian fired back instantly, not a lick of chagrin to be detected in his voice. “That’s a mess you’ll want to avoid.”

“Please stop talking,” you grit through your teeth, and the coquettish expression on the brunet’s face warranted a sharp look from you. “Or I can’t promise I won’t punch you in the face next.”

“Didn’t we just establish that I want you to go that route? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Ominis threw his hands up in utter exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief at Sebastian’s gall before damn near sprinting to leave the Undercroft, and the two of you were forced to skip after him as he ascended the staircase to head for the Great Hall. Even after sitting down and piling food on his plate, Sebastian continued to oggle you from his seat across the table. Every so often you would feel his foot nudge your calf, trailing the appendage up your leg to play with the hem of your skirt.

Despite your earlier mortification, he did a stellar job of brightening your mood, and when Ominis groused over his mug that the two of you should just get fucking married already, Sebastian looked at you wonderstruck, and he seemed to seriously consider it.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x female!reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow fanfic #ominis gaunt #leander prewett #sebastian sallow smut #my writing #probably counter productive to post this at 1am but I don't wanna look at it anymore

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5sospenguinqueen · 2 months

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Leander: Does MC always run headlong into certain death?

Sebastian: Sometimes she walks, sometimes she shuffles, periodically she ambles.

Garreth: Once, I'm pretty sure I saw her do a little dance into certain death.

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girl-named-matty · 2 months

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Sharing a bed with the Boys (Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons)

Sharing a bed with the boys. Tags: Fluff, Sharing a bed, gn!reader, Sebastian x Reader, Ominis x Reader, Garreth x Reader, Leander x Reader. (this is barely proofread haha) Rating: General Audiences

Summary: My Headcanons for sharing a bed with the boys!

Sebastian:

When you first asked him if he wanted to share a bed, he practically jumped straight in it. He was so excited.

But that was just the first time.

He stays up reading almost every night so good luck getting him into that bed in the first place after that.

And by late I mean genuinely unholy hours of the night kinda staying up and he wonders why he looks so tired.

If you do eventually get him in bed, it doesn’t take him long to actually fall asleep. Aside from the constant lack of sleep he usually gets, he’s always been one to fall asleep quickly.

He is a human body heater.

Some nights you may not even need a blanket because he’s just that warm.

I feel like Seb would be the kind of guy to practically sleep on top of you. Like not enough to crush you but instead it feels like a really nice weighted (and warm) blanket.

Except for this blanket snores.

Loud

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.

Sometimes it's really annoying to share a bed with him and other times it's really nice.

If he ever comes to bed early, it’s how you know he’s had a rough day and just needs to be in your arms for comfort. ..

Ominis:

Unlike Sebastian who would totally be up to sharing a bed, he would be more hesitant.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, per se, but he’s used to having his own space and he’s not necessarily the most touchy person. But eventually, he says he’s ready.

Kinda awkward the first few nights. He slept with his back towards you and didn't make any physical touch at all.

But after a couple of nights, he slowly starts making the shift to get closer to you and he comes to enjoy it.

After that, he finds it hard to sleep without you.

Due to not having the best childhood, he often has nightmares. And for him his nightmares are extremely unnerving due to the fact that he can’t see anything, only hear things.

But one of the best parts about sharing a bed with you is the fact that whenever his nightmares wake him up, you’re right there next to him.

He often finds himself reaching out for you in the middle of the night, just to make sure you’re still there.

He’s definitely a side sleeper so sometimes you’ll sleep in the spooning position together. This also reassures him a lot that you’re still next to him. ..

Garreth:

Didn’t take long for you two to start sharing a bed at all.

Since he has so many siblings he probably had to share a bed with one of his brothers at some point in his childhood anyway.

But just because he might be used to it does not mean he’s easy to share a bed with.

This boy is a BED HOGGER.

If you are quite literally not right up against him, you’re falling off the bed.

You thought Seb gets hot when he sleeps?

Well, Garreth has him beat by a LONG shot.

You could probably fry an egg on this man's back just saying.

But we all know Garreth has that soft tummy action going on so he’s super comfortable and when he’s not hogging the bed, it’s really nice to cuddle up to him.

When you too are cuddling, he wants to be as close to you as possible.

So, really, just the sweetest boy to ever exist. ..

Leander: (because he deserves his place on this list)

He’s similar to Ominis and opposite of Garreth.

Had very few siblings growing up, probably only one or two so he was used to having his own space. So it took him a while before he was all good with it.

This boy is lanky af.

It’s obviously okay. He’s tall, long, lanky, whatever you wanna call it.

So he probably sleeps with his legs up somehow to keep his feet from hanging off the bed/smacking into the headboard.

It probably took him a while to get used to cuddling with someone in bed but now that he’s used to it, he loves it.

He loves it when you sleep on his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

He’s definitely not a morning person so have fun getting him out of that bed.

Also has really bad bed-head. How do I know this? No man would style his hair the way he does unless he has bed-head so take my word for it.

100% a cuddler now. ...

Who should I do next? I was thinking Andrew and Amit but lmk in the comments!

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little-emerald-snake · 1 month

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*slides into your inbox*

hey friendo! ❤️ (i genuinely can’t remember if i sent this already so pls ignore if it’s a double request soz)

just thinking cos it’s almost my birthday if i could request a short prewlow thing pretty please🥺❤️💚 something cute idk i’m bad at requests very sorry

thanks :))

Frotting - Sebastian Sallow X Leander Prewett

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Happy Birthday @rypnami! 🎉 I was so happy I could write this sorta smutty sorta fluffy lil piece up on time for you 🫶🏻 I hope you have an incredible Birthday filled with love and joy and friends and definitely lots of Prewlow 💕

Warnings: MxM, frotting, masturbation, handjob, marking, cum licking

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Leander hurried after Sebastian as the Slytherin boy’s stride ate up the distance. He was nervous but if this was to be anything like the last time Sebastian had asked to speak with him, he couldn’t wait.

Sebastian finally stopped in a hallway, peeking down the corridors and upon finding themselves entirely alone he tugged Leander’s sleeve, pulling him into a broom cupboard and locking themselves inside.

Leander gasped when plump freckled lips met his. His heart pounded in time with Sebastian’s as matching freckled hands ghosted down his stomach, untucking his shirt from his waistband and tugging open his trousers.

He groaned into the kiss as Sebastian’s fingers traced delicately down the soft hair of Leander’s happy trail leading to a thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Sebastian groaned against his lips, gripping Leander’s slowly hardening cock in his hand and squeezing lightly.

Leanders hips rolled forward and Sebastian took the opportunity to push him against the wall. His hand made slow teasing strokes up Leander’s erection as his lips trailed down Leander’s sensitive neck. “Can I mark you, baby?”

Leander groaned as heated breath ghosted his neck and quickly nodded in agreement. Sebastian wasted no time locking his lips around the skin above his collar, latching his teeth down and sucking a dark purple mark into pale skin.

Leander bucked into Sebastian’s hand, groaning and whimpering at the intoxicating heat pooling in his groin. A whimper left him when Sebastian released his leaking cock and detached from his neck to admire his handiwork. “Fuck Lee, you look so pretty all fucked out like this and I’ve barely touched you.”

Leander flushed, watching intently as Sebastian freed his own aching erection, stroking it a few times for Leander’s benefit. Leander arched into it as Sebastian pressed his own erection against his, gripping them both in one hand and stroking.

Leander’s head tipped back, a curse toppling from his lips as Sebastian gripped them both firmly in one palm, thrusting himself against Leander. Liquid hot pleasure boiled in Leander’s abdomen, cock leaking precum that only added a delightful slickness to the aching friction between them.

Sebastian groaned in tandem, eyes locked on Leander as he stroked them faster only stopping to squeeze the tip just like he likes. “That’s right, let me feel your cock twitch, baby. Gonna cum while I stroke my cock against yours Lee?”

Leander moaned incoherently, leaning against a stack of crates behind him. Sebastian followed, towering over him, placing a hand on the crates to cage the redhead beneath him.

His hand worked faster and Leander’s hips bucked forward into the delicious friction. Moans and groans of pleasure, hot eager breaths filling the space between them as Sebastian’s fist worked them closer and closer to a delicious end.

Leander bit into his bottom lip, mentally fighting the pressure building, his eyes squeezed shut and Sebastian gave a breathy chuckle, moving his free hand up to press against the dark purple mark just above Leander’s collar.

Sebastian groaned as Leander’s cock twitched in his palm. Leander whimpered, releasing an explosive moan as his cum spurted from his tip, landing mostly on Sebastian’s hand, only adding to the sensation.

Sebastian followed quickly, cumming hard with a deep groan, grinding and stroking himself against Leander’s softening erection. “Good fucking boy, Lee.”

Leander swallowed thickly, looking down to take in the mess they’d made between them. He blew out a shaky breath and Sebastian chuckled. “You always cum so much for me, baby.”

Sebastian lifted his hand to Leander’s mouth and Leander obediently licked the sticky mess from the brunette's fingers. Sebastian groaned, watching to make sure he cleaned it all up before he tucked himself away and placed a hand on Leander’s chin, dropping a long passionate kiss on Leander’s lips. “Till next time, love.”

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Lured 2 - Before

Part two of Lured. What came before?

Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett ( x F!MC)

NSFW 🔞 dark themes, sex, mentions of violence, and blackmail

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The screams that tore from her throat sounded raw to her own ears as she sat up in the bed, the blankets twisted around her legs, and her eyes blinking in the low light of the single lamp that was lit on the nightstand. Her eyes darted around the familiar underground chamber, taking in the sturdy, old furniture, everything precisely where it should be. There were no sinister shadows, no green glow of forbidden magic, and definitely no death. She pressed a hand to her chest where her heart was hammering madly beneath her ribs, the panic tight and suffocating as her body attempted to catch up with what her eyes were telling her.

It was just a dream. She was safe.

The bedroom door burst open and she flinched back, her harsh gasp sucking air into lungs that felt far too tight, her breaths shallow and strained. Leander appeared, his tall frame filling the doorway, eyes wide as they honed in on her sprawled on the bed.

“MC?”

The hard lines of his face were set with worry, brown eyes lit with panic as he stepped further into the room. Her fingers gripped the twisted blanket, the sight of him sending a wave of relief over her, further confirmation that she was, indeed, safe. She was in the home she shared with the two men in her life. The concern on Leander’s face was heightened by the throb of the magical bond that tethered her to him, she could feel the throb of it in her maddened pulse, his love pushing out the panic as her blood sped through her veins.

Sagging down onto the bed, her lips began to tremble and her shoulders shook, the dark edges of the familiar nightmare beginning to slip away like morning mist as Leander made it to the bed in three long strides. He climbed onto the bed, arms reaching for her, and she let him pull her close against the firm warmth of his chest.

“You’re alright, it’s okay,” he soothed, his hand stroking through her hair as she pressed her face into his chest, breathing in the spicy familiar scent and allowing it to surround her with his safety. “I am right here. You’re safe.”

For someone who had spent most her life alone, how quickly she had come to rely on him, on Sebastian, the bond formed through physical desire and dark magic had merely strengthened through time spent with them. Her heart was theirs, her body an instrument of the passion and lust that burned between them. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pulsing connection, Leander’s thread strong and all consuming due to his proximity, and she felt her body calm to match the rhythm of his, their heartbeats syncing as her breaths slowed.

“Where is Sebastian?” She whispered, her fingers clutching at the thick wool of his jumper. She felt down the thread that connected her to Sebastian and found it faint. The pulse of it was still a comfort, but he was not close by. “He feels far away.”

“He went out before dawn,” Leander said quietly. He smoothed hair back from her face and looked down at her, his thumb caressing her flushed skin. “He will be back later.”

MC shifted closer against Leander’s warmth, his arms wrapping around her as they settled back against the pillows, her ear pressed where she could hear the steady thud of his heart outside of the bond. Her muscles began to relax and calm seeped through her, her eyes dropping to the scar on her wrist, the magical brand that Sebastian had placed there a few months ago. She traced the puckered skin in the shape of an ‘S’, feeling the faint throb of Sebastian and missing the fiery strength that came with his proximity, only then, with the both of them here, would she feel completely at ease.

“Sebastian will be alright,” Leander said softly, his hands still soothing her with lingering caresses. “He always comes back.”

“Do you miss him? The pulse of the bond is weaker when we are parted.”

“Of course,” he replied. He kissed her hair and rearranged the blanket around them both.

“Do you ever fear that he won’t return?”

Leander’s hands stilled and she felt the tremor of his intake of breath. “Yes.”

“We left each other once,” she said, her mind taken back to those days. “It became too much. We were too young… I had to leave before it broke me completely. Now… Now, I can’t bear the thought of being without him, without either of you. The dreams…”

She faltered, squeezing her eyes closed as the nightmares tried to wade back in. Shadowed catacombs, swarms of Inferi and tornadoes of fire. Green light. Murder. So much death. So much pain. Secrets that she would bear the burden of until she lay in her grave. Leander’s hands began to move again. Slow strokes along her spine, fingers across her cheek and in her hair.

“Sebastian has the dreams too, I have comforted him ever since I have been close enough to witness them,” he said. He caught hold of her chin and tilted her head back, looking down at her with dark eyes full of understanding. “I know why. He told me everything.”

“Everything?” She whispered, shocked, her eyes shifting between his own as she searched for the truth. At his nod, her eyebrows lifted. “Was this before, or after he bonded with you?”

“Before,” Leander replied. He stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek, every touch aimed to soothe and placate and it was working.

If Sebastian had told Leander the truth of those dark days, the horrors they had faced as children, then he must trust Leander whole heartedly. Sebastian’s secrets were her secrets too, and she had vowed never to speak of them, and now another knew. She felt a blush stain her cheeks, a shame washing over her realising that Leander knew her darkest truths, and had done this entire time. She tried to look away from him but he held her firm.

“Don’t hide from me,” he whispered. His gaze was intense, the bond throbbing urgently in her chest as she was caught in that piercing look. “I won’t force you to talk about it, but if you need to then I am here. I will hold you when you wake screaming, and I will always be here to shield you and Sebastian from the demons that haunt you. I told Sebastian that once, and of course I will do the same for you.”

Tears stung the backs of her eyes as she stared at him, his words weaving around them both as they lay in the bed all three of them shared. What truths did Leander hold in his heart beside those he carried for her and Sebastian? How had he become drawn into the web of darkness that had its origins back in their fifth year at Hogwarts? It intrigued her, pulled on her curiosity about this man she had come to love.

“Sebastian must have trusted you more than anyone else in his life to speak the truth. We swore never to tell a soul, even Ominis promised despite loathing the path we chose to walk,” she said. She touched fingertips to his face, her softness scraping against the fine growth of stubble on his jaw. “How did you and Sebastian come to be so close? I would never have chosen you two as companions back then, let alone lovers. How did it happen?”

“It just happened,” he said vaguely. “I did not look for it. I found myself becoming closer to him, and he saw something in me that nobody else did. When the time came, it was easy to turn my back on what I thought was to be my life, and I went with Sebastian. I’ve never looked back.”

“There has to be more to it than that,” she insisted. She held his face now, her eyes imploring deeper. “Sebastian is a difficult person to be close to, believe me I know, but he trusted you enough to tell his darkest secret, and perform a dark magical bond that tied you to him for life… Oh, that’s not why he did it, is it? Did he bond with you so that you couldn’t tell on him, on us?”

She tensed, the thought that this bond had been formed through manipulation making goosebumps spread along her arms. She was in this bond now, caught up with them both until death. Had it all been a great manipulation on Sebastian’s part?

Leander brought his arm up, tugging back the sleeve of his jumper to reveal the same puckered brand she had, his fingertip touching against the scar. “You still have doubts, sweetheart,” he said. His eyes met hers, a sadness in them that she regretted, but yes, her doubt lingered. He sighed and nodded. “Fine, I will tell you. Maybe then you will see that despite all the darkness, this is a bond of love and trust.”

In the low light of the bedroom, MC lay in Leander’s arms under the warmth of the blanket, her dream now forgotten as she listened to him tell his story.

….*....

The nights were getting colder and darker as autumn crept over the streets of London, and Leander made sure to button up his coat as he finished up for the day at work. He straightened the files on his Ministry desk, still not sure if this was what he really wanted in life, the turning of the leaves on the trees making him nostalgic for his time at Hogwarts. This was the first autumn that he was spending away from the castle, a man now, fully graduated and out in the real world. He wasn’t sure the real world was any different than the protected walls of Hogwarts, the people could be just as mean, if not more cruel.

He pulled open the drawer under his desk and took out the letter that had arrived by owl earlier that day. From his mother, it detailed the usual family gossip, and an invitation to return to the family home for dinner at the weekend. They were having some friends over who just so happened to have a daughter of marrying age. He smoothed the envelope with a sigh before tucking it into his coat pocket. Marriage seemed like one step too far into adulthood, and he didn’t like the idea of taking a girl he didn’t know to be his wife. Tied to a woman he didn’t love wasn’t a future he relished. He’d only ever had feelings for one girl, and she had never looked his way. Not once. Her eyes had been firmly on another, a boy who Leander knew he could never compare to. Sebastian Sallow.

As he left the Ministry building, taking the Floo fireplace straight to Diagon Alley, he tucked his hands into his pockets and began to walk the cobbled street towards the Leaky Cauldron. Thinking over the letter, and his reasons for not wanting to marry, his thoughts turned to the only girl who had turned his head. He wondered where MC was now. Perhaps she had married Sallow and was off on an adventure somewhere with him. They were the type of people to lead exciting lives, unlike him. He was one of life’s losers, destined to be shackled to a mediocre job and marry someone respectable.

What if he didn’t want to be respectable? What if he wanted more than what was mapped out for him? There had to be more than this mundane day to day existence.

His brow was creased as he entered the dim interior of the pub, his eyes scanning the space for a familiar face, spotting him in the far corner. He hurried over, taking the seat opposite Edward and glancing around to see who was watching before reaching across the table to take his soft hand in his. Edward was pale with blue eyes, his soft, blonde hair falling in waves about his handsome face. He worked in a tailor shop nearby, and Leander had taken to staring at him, realising that he ached for him. They had been meeting for a few weeks now, progressing to hand holding and soft goodnight kisses. This was new to Leander, the first boy to catch him unawares like this. He had come to realise that both girls and boys could make his pulse flutter and ache. It made his heart pound with curiosity and excitement, a secret part of his soul he had just discovered and he wanted to know more.

“I was worried you might not come,” Leander said, shifting in his seat. A blush stained his cheeks as he smoothed his thumb over the back of Edward’s hand. “How was your day?”

“Of course I came. Why would I not, sweet boy?” Edward smiled warmly and squeezed his hand. “Let me get you a drink. I am sure you have earned it tied to that desk all day.”

They chatted, hands clasped across the table, Leander feeling the tension slip from his shoulders despite his mother’s letter burning a hole in his pocket. He didn’t know if he should tell Edward about his mother’s hopes for marriage. Whilst it wasn’t completely frowned upon to have same-sex couples, his parents would probably not support his choice. A well matched marriage and grandchildren were high on the list of hopes for him and his siblings. He felt the weight of it as he sipped his drink and gazed into peaceful, blue eyes.

When the time came to leave, tiredness making his eyes tight, Leander walked with Edward along Diagon Alley until they came to the little tailor’s shop, pausing under the streetlamp with clasped hands. Edward smiled at him, his gaze soft.

“As always, every evening spent in your company is a delight, Leander,” he said, stepping closer, his floral scent teasing at Leander’s nose, filling him with an ache to feel soft, pale skin under his palms.

Edward cupped his face, reaching up to press warm lips against his. Leander moaned and kissed him back, tasting the liquor on those plush lips, daring to run his tongue along the seam and moaning again when lips were parted to welcome him. They kissed deeply, the swirl of tongues teasing the heat of desire in Leander, making him grip the front of Edward’s robe with need. When they parted, breathing heavily, Leander could feel the beginnings of arousal in his undershorts, wondering what it would be like to have Edward’s soft hands touching him.

“Until next time, then,” Leander said quietly, his eyes searching Edward’s.

Edward nodded. “Look for my owl, dear Leander. Until then…” He placed one last kiss to Leander’s mouth and stepped back.

Leander stood and waited as Edward walked to his shop, glancing back with a last smile before disappearing inside. Heart full, Leander turned and headed back towards the Leaky Cauldron, intending to take the Floo towards his home, a rented room in a more run down part of London. He was lost in thoughts, little dreams about Edward and their next meeting, his blood still thrumming from their kiss. He did not expect the figure to loom out of the darkness, nor to have hands grab the front of his coat and drag him into the shadows. He barely had time to take a breath, let alone yell, before he was backed up against a dark wall, glittering brown eyes glaring into his.

“Sallow?”

Leander’s voice was a shocked, strained gasp at the sight of his old classmate. He had not seen him since graduation a few months ago, and did not expect to see him skulking in the shadows of Diagon Alley. He eyed him warily, always on edge around the Slytherin who had always been one of the first in line to mock him at school. Things hadn’t changed it seemed.

“I didn’t know you were into boys, Prewett. I saw you snogging the face off that pretty blonde. Your boyfriend is he?” Sebastian sneered at him, his hands still holding tight to the front of his coat. Leander felt his cheeks burn, his earlier pleasant rush from the kiss turning into embarrassment. “Does your mummy know you kiss boys in the dark? Last I heard, the Anderson family were planning on shoving their youngest girl into marriage with you.”

Leander’s eyes widened, heart plummeting. “How… How do you even know about that?”

Sebastian let him go, shrugging his shoulders and tapping a finger to the side of his nose. “You would be surprised what I know, Prewett,” he said, smirking confidently. “Information is power. For example, I’m sure you wouldn’t want mummy dearest to find out about your little snog with your tailor boy, and I am willing to keep your dirty secret. For a price.”

Leander glared at Sebastian, wishing he had the guts to swipe that smug look off his face. Some things really never changed. Sebastian always had to have the upper hand, it was infuriating. Despite his constant best efforts, he had never been able to best Sebastian in a duel, the boy’s quick wit and sharp tongue had left Leander at a loss more often than not. He would just flee the space to escape the ridicule. One look from those cunning, brown eyes was enough to make him shiver, and being caught in the dark with him like this had awoken those old feelings.

They were men now, a fight would have bigger consequences with no Professors to pull them apart and Leander was out of practice. His hands were used for pushing quills and reading parchments rather than wielding his wand in duels. In the age-old question of fight or flight, Leander would choose flight and considered the option of Apparating. Just one thought, one quick wield of magic and he could be gone from here, away from that smirking face. And yet he remained just where he was, staring at Sebastian, his heart thumping behind his ribs.

“Why should you care what I do with my time?” He asked, wondering why he bothered to ask. He should just go, leave it, get away.

“How’s life in the Ministry, Prewett?” Sebastian cocked his head, eyeing him, reaching out to straighten the front of his coat where he had grabbed it before. “Smart suits and nice dress coats, you’ve done rather well for yourself, haven’t you? A proper gentleman. An eligible bachelor, indeed.”

The amusement dancing in those brown eyes was like fingernails at the back of Leander’s neck as he eyed the black clothing Sebastian wore. It wasn’t finery, but neither was it rags, so Sebastian must be earning coin somehow. While his face had become slimmer and more angled with age, he didn’t look as pale and strained as he had done for a while there at school. Leander wondered how his sister was, she had been sick and never returned to school. There was rumour that she had died like his guardian. It made Leander wonder if Sebastian was alone, or was Gaunt still around. The question that burned within him the most was the whereabouts of MC. Even now, despite his budding affection for Edward, he thought of her.

“No ring on your finger, Sallow. I guess that makes us both bachelors,” Leander said. “Where is MC these days?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “I’m surprised you haven’t come across her, she likes to dabble in trade, albeit in the more murkier black market.”

Leander frowned, shaking his head, but he didn’t have time to speak before Sebastian continued.

“It’s true what I’ve heard, isn’t it? You work in the Division of International Magical Trading Standards. You must hear about all sorts of goods moving in and out of the country. Shipping has become even bigger business since the widespread introduction of Muggle railways.”

In the low level desk job he actually had, Leander didn’t think it was likely he would hear anything of much importance to do with trade itself, and he certainly hadn’t heard anything about black market dealings let alone the mention of MC’s name. He frowned, that weird scraping sensation on the back of his neck continuing at the realisation that Sebastian seemed to know too much about him. Why did he even care? What was he playing at? And why was he stalking him in the street at night?

“What do you want, Sallow?”

Sebastian smiled. “Now we’re getting somewhere! I’m so glad you asked,” he said. He slapped a hand onto Leander’s shoulder, leaning conspiratorially forwards. “I need some information. There is a shipment due in Greenwich docks at the end of the month, I need a list of what’s going to be on that ship.”

Leander’s eyes bulged. “What? No! I can’t give you that! Even if I had access to that kind of information, which I don’t, I wouldn’t just hand it over. I could lose my job.”

Sebastian sighed and removed his hand, his face one of mocking regret. “Oh dear, then I guess mummy dearest might be receiving an owl really soon. She can read all about your little rendezvous with your little tailor boy over breakfast. I hope she doesn’t choke on her tea.”

Leander clenched his fists, trembling, wanting more than ever to slap that smug face. He envisioned it, his whole body tingling with anticipation at the idea. Would Sallow’s handsome cheek bloom pink under the smack? Would he slap him back? Likely, or he would go for his wand and hex him with some awful curse. He watched as Sebastian casually flicked a lock of hair back from his forehead, his confidence something to be envied and Leander found himself wondering if that lock of hair was soft under his fingertips.

What? Where did that come from?

His cheeks burned and he scowled furiously at Sebastian, angry at him for ruining his lovely evening, angry at himself for being such a coward and letting him treat him like this, and most of all, he was annoyed at himself for thinking soft things about the irritating prick.

“No! I won’t do it,” he said, hoping his voice sounded firm. He pushed off from the wall and took a step away from Sebastian, careful not to turn his back on him. “Do your worst, I don’t care. Leave me alone.”

Sebastian was fast, his movements slicker than a coiled snake, he grabbed Leander by the coat again and slammed him against the wall, but this time he pressed his hips against him to pin him there. Leander couldn’t stop the little whimper that escaped his lips and he flinched as his back hit the hard brick, sucking in a breath at the hard press of Sebastian’s body. Only moments ago he had been aroused at his kiss with Edward, the sensitivity still there and nudged with the movement, only it was Sebastian pressing against his manhood, not lovely Edward.

“Fuck…” He gasped. “Get off.”

“Don’t disappoint me, Prewett,” Sebastian said, his voice low and dark.

Leander couldn’t tear his gaze away from glittering, dark eyes. Sebastian was a little shorter than him, but his dominance still held sway as he glared, his scent crept over Leander - male, woody, with a hint of spiced cologne. Leander gulped and squirmed, biting back the tight sound that tried to escape his throat as his pelvis rubbed against Sebastian’s. This was wrong, this shouldn’t be like this…

“The ship coming in is due on the 28th, it is called The Celeste. I want the container list,” Sebastian said, his breath a cool breeze against Leander’s cheek. He could smell whiskey, his gaze drawn to pink lips that were damp, and so close… shit. Sebastian shook him, jolting him with a yelp. “Are you listening to me? Get me that list. You’ve got three days. Meet me in the Leaky Cauldron at 8pm, and come alone.”

“I can’t,” he whimpered, shaking his head. “You don’t understand…”

Sebastian’s growl of frustration split the night. He thrust his face up towards Leander, hands tightening on his coat. “Come on, Prewett, don’t be a fucking coward,” he coaxed. “You can do it, I know you can. Where’s that Gryffindor bravery, hmm? Be a good boy, and get me that shipping list, and I won’t tell your mummy about your boyfriend. I might even buy you a whiskey. Do it well, and I might have some more opportunities for you. How does that sound? Would you like a little extra excitement in your life, Prewett? Please me, and you shall be rewarded, I promise.”

Leander could barely breathe, Sebastian’s words coiling around him like hypnotic, dark smoke. The tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, and the scandalous press of his hips, it all combined to pull at parts of Leander he hadn’t realised existed. The urge to please Sebastian was boiling heat in his guts, and he had no idea where it was coming from and his head was all fuzzy and distracted by the close proximity in the dark.

How could something like this be tempting him? Not just this sudden physical allure, but the offer to take part in something that was clearly against the law and moral code. Hadn’t he been wishing that life could be more exciting? Why did it have to come from Sebastian Sallow, of all people, though? His head was moving from side to side, the denial there as these thoughts spun and twisted through his head. He couldn’t lose his job, it had been hard enough to get it in the first place. His mother had been so proud…

His mother also wanted him to marry the nice Anderson girl, and wouldn’t want him kissing boys in the street, but he had done it anyway. He looked down at Sebastian, watching with burning breaths as he lifted a hand to grasp his chin, those fingers gripping him felt like fire on his flesh. He audibly gulped and Sebastian’s smile was slow, knowing. He gently caressed up Leander’s cheek, fingers as light and teasing as feathers.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Oh fuck… the fight slid out of him, his fists unclenched, and his veins sung with flame at that caress. The flood of heat up his neck and cheeks surely had to be through shame. It couldn’t be desire making him tremble and burn. Not for him, not for Sallow.

He nodded. “I’ll… I’ll get the list.”

Leander didn’t think he would ever be able to forget the smile that curved those pink lips, or the way it made his insides burn with something both terrifying and arousing all at once.

….*....

It was past 8pm when Leander stood outside the Leaky Cauldron three days later, hands sweating, the incriminating piece of parchment containing the copied shipping list in his pocket. He had come up to the door and walked away three times already, realising that this part was actually harder than stealing the information in the first place, and that had been terrifying enough.

But exciting, don’t forget that part…

He shook his head in denial, the thud and rush of his heart making his head spin. He should be running away from this meeting, it was foolish to be here. He had declined a date with Edward to make this meeting with Sallow, and now that he had arrived, he wondered just how stupid a move he was about to make. He thought of Edward’s soft smile and gentle hands, but they were blurred out by glittering dark eyes and the press of a pelvis in the shadowed darkness.

Leander shook his head again, almost laughing at himself. Sallow didn’t want him, he was merely using him, a means to an end. He wouldn’t put it past Sallow to use this act of defiance against his superiors as leverage to get more information. And, yet here he was, standing outside the pub about to meet with him anyway. Fool.

Swallowing hard, Leander put his hand on the door handle and pushed, entering into the gloomy interior of the Leaky Cauldron, the pub humming with the bustle of evening patrons. His eyes landed on Sebastian immediately, the irony not lost on him that he was sat at the table Edward always chose for them. With quick strides he arrived at the table, Sebastian’s smug smirk leering up at him as he slid into a seat opposite him. He could feel the sweat gathering on the back of his neck already and he glanced nervously about, expecting an Auror or a high up Ministry official to step out and grab him.

“You made it, then,” Sebastian said, lounging back in his seat, his eyes assessing him. “Blood hell, Prewett. Relax.”

Sebastian slid a shot of whiskey towards him with a smile. “Get that down you. That will sort you out.”

Leander eyed the shot glass warily before snatching it up and throwing it back, coughing as the burn hit, his eyes watering a little. “I got it,” he said, patting his pocket. “It’s right here. We’re done, even.”

Sebastian chuckled, his eyes gleaming, pleased. He nodded in approval and lifted his shot glass in salute. “Well done, Prewett. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“So, that’s it, right?” Leander pulled an envelope from his pocket and slid it discreetly across the table. Sebastian picked it up and smoothly tucked it into his pocket without a second glance at it. “I did what you asked, you won’t send the owl to my mother about Edward, and I can go?”

“What’s the rush? Let me get you another drink. I did promise a reward after all,” Sebastian said. He placed his elbows on the table, clasping his hands and leaning forward. “So, Edward… How serious are you two?”

Leander frowned. “What? That’s none of your business. Are you not even going to check the parchment? I could have faked it.”

Sebastian smirked, his eyes never leaving Leander’s face. “You wouldn’t do that,” he said, his confidence oozing from him in waves. “You know, Edward looks too…nice. What do you see in him? Surely you want something a bit more exciting, something with a bit of fire… a challenge.”

“I am not having this conversation with you, Sallow,” Leander said, shaking his head. He put his hands flat on the table, pushing himself to his feet. “We’re done here.”

As he shuffled out from behind the table, Sebastian got to his feet too and came around to stop him, his hand taking hold of Leander’s arm. “Wait…”

Leander paused, eyeing Sebastian with a frown. “What for?”

Sebastian’s eyes wandered from his face to peer behind Leander, and he was about to turn and see what had caught his eye, before a hand cupped his cheek, preventing him from looking back. He opened his mouth to say something but the words died on his tongue as warm lips pressed against his.

Leander froze, his eyes wide as he looked at Sebastian, the brown of his tormentor’s eyes seemed to swirl with an inticing lure in the low light of the pub. They drew Leander in and stole all the space in his mind until there was no room for anything else. The entire room appeared to fade out until there was only him and Sebastian in a time that stretched on and on, but it could only have been seconds. The close proximity of him was intoxicating, it transcended everything else, and Leander hadn’t even realised that his hand had gripped the front of Sebastian’s coat until he pulled back, their lips parting in a soft movement that almost seemed to beg for more.

The breath Leander drew in seemed to take an enormous amount of effort, his face stunned by shock as he stared at Sebastian. Something flickered in the depth of Sebastian’s eyes, something hesitant almost, but it was covered quickly and a slow smirk lifted his lips as he took a step back, his gaze sliding back over Leander’s shoulder. Shaken to the core, and utterly confused, Leander turned and his stomach plummeted to his boots.

There stood Edward, his lovely face ashen as he stared at Leander, his lips parted and his eyes dulled with pain and disappointment. He looked crushed and it was like a blow to Leander’s stomach to see it. Edward had seen the kiss. No, this couldn’t be happening.

“Edward…” Leander took a step towards him, his hand outstretched in a plea.

Edward lowered his head and shook it, stepping back. He held his hand up, backing away, muttering apologies under his breath when it wasn’t even his fault. Leander felt something tear inside of him, a wound opening up that poured grief at hurting a gentle soul like Edward.

“Edward, please…”

But Edward was gone, his handsome, blonde head had hurried out of the door and into the night. Leander let his hand drop to his side and bowed his head. There would be no more meetings, no more soft hands to hold, and no more kisses filled with longing to say goodnight. All he really had now was his work, and the prospect of a loveless marriage to look forward to.

He turned back to Sebastian, the Slytherin’s face one of smug satisfaction as he folded his arms. “Whoops,” he said, with a little shrug. “What a shame. He seemed like such a nice boy, too.”

Leander felt a tight heat seize him, he stepped forward and grabbed the front of Sebastian’s coat, glaring at him. “You did that on purpose,” he spat. “That kiss was nothing more than another one of your stupid games, wasn’t it?”

Sebastian took hold of Leander’s wrist and calmly extracted his hand from his coat. “Now, now, Prewett. Take it easy. You’ll thank me later.”

Leander huffed. “Thank you? I don’t think so. You’re crazy, deluded. Just leave me alone!”

He spun on his heel, done with this madness, and stormed from the pub. He hit the cool air of darkness and immediately looked down the street towards where Edward’s tailor shop sat nestled amongst the other buildings, but there was no sign of his blonde hair in the deserted street. His heart sank all over again as he tried to summon the nerve to chase him. But, what would he say? How could he explain his odd relationship with Sebastian when he didn’t understand it himself?

He put a hand to his forehead, trying to process everything. Sebastian had kissed him! Kissed him! His hand moved to his mouth, his fingers touching to his lips, still damp from the whiskey and Sebastian’s soft kiss. He tried to ignore the searing rush of his blood, the tremor of excitement that had awoken at the touch of those plush lips. It hadn’t meant anything, it was all a part of whatever game Sallow was playing.

The door of the pub opened behind him, the sound probing through his sifting thoughts, and he turned to see Sebastian standing on the pavement behind him with his hands in his pockets. It was hard to read the expression on his face, but those eyes, those deep, brown eyes that had sucked him in so completely back there were fixed firmly on him. It was hard to look away.

Sebastian rolled his shoulders, seemingly unconcerned, and looked both ways up and down Diagon Alley. The night seemed empty, the sky a blank canvas with no stars where the cloud cover was heavy with promised rain.

“You know, a desk job isn’t for everyone, Prewett. There is more to life than pushing a quill across the page for some prick who will never respect you,” he said, taking a step closer. “You want more, don’t you? Getting that list for me was exciting, it got the heart thumping, didn’t it?”

Leander shook his head and began to walk, his heart tripping madly in his chest. “Leave me alone.”

He could hear Sebastian’s footsteps behind him and he made his strides longer, making him have to jog to keep up. He couldn’t do this, it was making his head spin, he didn’t understand.

“I told you that getting that list would be worth your while,” Sebastian said. “With your contacts, I can be one step ahead. This could make serious money for us.”

Leander rounded on him, furious. “Money!? Worth my while?” He yelled, cheeks flushing and his eyes wild. “I risked my fucking job to get you that list, and the best you could do was buy me a whiskey and chase Edward away. He didn’t deserve it, Edward is a good person. You’re a prick, Sallow, you’ve always been a prick. Now, just leave me alone!”

“Edward is a soft mummy’s boy who would bore you to tears. So, he has a pretty face, who fucking cares?” Sebastian sneered, reaching out to grab his arm. “You’re better than that, you’ve got more fire in your blood than that, I know you have. I’ve seen the way your eyes burn when you duel, that passion, that hunger for more. Edward wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

Leander scoffed, yanking his arm free of Sebastian’s grip. “Oh, and I suppose you’re saying you can, is that it? Your little kiss back there was proving a point, was it? Look at me, I’m Sebastian Sallow, I’m the fucking best at everything!”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed dangerously and Leander pushed his hands through his hair, messing up his neat style as he desperately tried to make sense of all this.

“I mean, what are you even doing kissing me like that? What about MC? Doesn’t she mean anything to you after everything? You two were inseparable at school.”

“Don’t. You don’t know anything about my relationship with MC,” Sebastian said quietly, his eyes dark. “She has nothing to do with any of this. I… I don’t even know where she is.”

Leander stared at him. “You don’t?”

Sebastian looked away, his chest heaving with a deep breath. “We are not together anymore. She left. All I know is that she chases after the same priceless relics and artefacts as I do, and to best her I have to get the information before she does. I need someone who knows things on the inside.”

“You mean me,” Leander gasped. He pushed his hands into his hair again. “Fucking hell, Sebastian. What kind of messed up shit is this?”

“The lucrative kind,” he said, stepping closer again. “Leander, you are the only one I would trust with this. And, honestly, didn’t you enjoy it? The rush, the excitement… And the kiss… was it really so bad?”

“I…” Leander couldn’t find the words. He stared at Sebastian.

No, the kiss had not been bad, in fact the kiss had been something else, the rush of it still lingered within him after all. It was the fact that it was Sebastian that had given him such a kiss that stole his ability to think straight. If someone had told him that this would be happening in his future he would have laughed and thought them mad. He thought about the other night when Sebastian had pressed him against the wall and mocked him for kissing Edward, his scathing tone as he belittled the moment that, at the time, had felt so wonderful.

Now, that kiss he shared with Edward paled into insignificance compared to the brief touch of lips he had shared with Sebastian.

“I didn’t know you were into boys, Sallow,” he said softly, his lips twisting into a wry smirk.

“Not just any boy.”

Leander wasn’t sure, but he thought maybe there was something softer in Sebastian’s eyes for a moment before he stepped forward, looking up at him as he patted his pocket.

“Thank you for the list,” he said, his eyes roaming over Leander’s face. “I will be in touch.”

Leander wasn’t sure what to do, a crazy part of him wanted to reach for Sebastian, but he kept his hands at his sides and just stared as Sebastian began to back up away from him. Despite everything, it felt like he didn't want this to be over just yet. If Sebastian was gone, then so was the risk, the danger.

“Wait…”

It was too late. A sharp crack, a swirl of air and Sebastian was gone.

….*....

As the weeks slipped into months, Leander met Sebastian more and more often, passing him shipping details and locations without really knowing what they were for. They would share a whiskey in the Leaky Cauldron and exchange insults, and each time Leander would insist it was the last, but when Sebastian appeared again, he would do what he asked of him. He risked his job and reputation to steal the information from the Ministry and passed it onto Sebastian. He never asked questions, and he realised that he didn’t judge, he just did it. Maybe he should be asking questions, whatever Sebastian was doing, it couldn’t be good if he was sneaking information out of the Ministry like this. But Leander didn’t stop, he couldn’t.

After the first few times, the insults became less, and they would even share a joke or two over their whiskey, and then came the night that would change everything. Leander would never be able to look at Sebastian the same way again after that night.

One whiskey became two, then five, and then they lost count. The night grew later and Leander couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much. When the barman told them it was time to leave, Sebastian had muttered something about having a room, grabbing Leander and dragging him to the stairs. Leander could tell himself it was the whiskey that had done it, the alcohol had made him burn and ache, made his mouth respond when Sebastian’s lips found his. It had nothing to do with the way their eyes had kept meeting across the table, or how their knees would accidentally brush against each other.

Sebastian’s mouth was hot and tempting, their tongues meeting in a desperate swirl that made them moan and gasp, hands pulling at clothing as Sebastian unlocked the door to his room and pulled Leander inside. Pushed to sit on the bed, Leander’s trousers were pooled around his ankles, his hands braced against the mattress behind him as Sebastian freed his throbbing arousal from his undershorts and groaned before closing his hot, wet mouth around it.

It was the stuff of fantasies, his deepest, darkest desire that usually played out behind his eyes during his lonely nights. Leander had never dared to hope that such a thing could come to pass, and yet here he was, flexing his hips upwards to push his cock deeper into Sebastian’s throat. Better yet, his once rival was taking it with whimpering moans, his hands fondling his balls and gripping his base, sucking and teasing like a man starved. Leander pushed his fingers through that mop of brunette hair, gripping the soft strands as he built towards his release. When he came, he stared, awestruck as Sebastian swallowed his seed, dribbles of it leaking out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. An innocent with such things, he’d never seen anything so erotic. It blew his mind and he thought about it for days afterwards.

Leander didn’t return to his own bed that night, nor any of the other nights that Sebastian visited London. Their meetings would always end with fucking, and Leander was getting rather good at it. He craved it, longing for the day when Sebastian would return from his work and they could finally touch. His body had come alive under Sebastian’s hands and lips, feeding a lust that consumed him.

But, it was purely lust. Leander did not fool himself that it meant anything more. No matter how much he craved Sebastian, once the fucking was done, Sebastian would always leave the next morning and Leander would never know when, or if, he would return. He never asked what it all meant either, for fear of the answer he would receive.

On occasion, Leander would see Edward in passing, but they would exchange a look and nothing more. Leander tried to smile, his eyes hopeful, but Edward would turn away and Leander felt the ache in his chest all over again. It was strange how he still held some kind of hope where Edward was concerned, perhaps it was because his mother was still pushing for the betrothal to go through with the young Anderson girl, and Leander did not want it. In truth, he wasn’t sure he wanted Edward either, it was merely the freedom of choice that pulled his gaze towards the handsome man. He was the soft option compared to Sebastian’s fire and unpredictability, and while Leander craved that dark fire, he knew he was waiting for it to burn out, and then what would he be left with?

Work was a desk and parchments, days spent twirling a quill and gazing across the office with blank eyes as he wondered what else in the world he could be doing, all those discoveries and adventures out there just waiting to happen and he was stuck underground in London with thousands of Muggles for company. Men in suits being important, ladies in their finery walking through the parks and taking tea in the restaurants, all unaware of the magical community that thrived right under their noses.

Where was Sebastian right now? What was he doing? He was always off on some trip, sometimes gone for weeks at a time, and Leander would wonder if that had been the last he would see of him. His chest ached at the idea of Sebastian bedding other people while he was gone, man or woman, and it made him feel sick to think of it. He ignored the relief that would sweep over him at the sight of unruly brunette locks, and glittering dark eyes, and he would try not to seem too eager when Sebastian finally reappeared. He told himself it didn’t matter, but as the time wore on he knew that whatever he shared with Sebastian meant more than it should.

Early spring saw the trade picking up on the Thames once again, the bitter winter months had kept the flow of ships at a minimum, most of the shipping information that he had unearthed was for the trains. He kept the parchments with his notes in a special file, hidden with a charm that made it invisible to prying eyes, ready for the day when Sebastian would come. Every week on a Thursday evening, without fail, Leander would arrive at their meeting spot in hope. They never used owls lest they should be intercepted, at least that’s what Sebastian said. Leander had the suspicion that Sebastian just liked the idea of him waiting every week for his arrival.

Sebastian was seated in the Leaky Cauldron when Leander entered after work on this particular Thursday. Leander slid into the seat opposite, noting the dark shadows under his eyes and his pale complexion; he looked thinner, too, since the last he had seen him. It had been almost a month and it looked like the time had not been kind. They nodded their greeting and Sebastian clasped his hands together on the table top as he took in Leander.

“You look well, Prewett,” he said. “I’ve not seen any official announcement of a betrothal yet. I take it you are still an eligible bachelor?”

It was always the same. Sebastian always poked around for details, his questions a probe into whether Leander was seeing anyone else. Leander shook his head, licking his lips. “No betrothal,” he confirmed. “Although, I don’t think it will be long. The season is starting in the city soon, so I shall be expected to begin courting Miss Anderson once she arrives here with her family.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and sat back, chewing his lower lip. “Bloody arranged marriages. I’m glad I missed out on all of that nonsense,” he mumbled. He stared at Leander, his leg bouncing under the table with nervous energy. “Do you want to get out?”

“What do you mean?” Leander frowned. “Out of where?”

“Here, the city,” Sebastian shrugged. He leaned across the table, his eyes glowing. “I have a job, a big one. It’s going to take me away for a while. You could come with me.”

Leander gaped at him. He wasn’t serious, surely? “You mean just leave? But, where are you going? I can’t just leave.”

“What’s keeping you here?”

He had no answer for that. He sat, staring dumbly, his long fingers plucking at the fabric of his trousers as he began to sweat. His thoughts tumbled against each other as a strange tightening feeling began to twist in his stomach. What if he did go? It would mean no more sitting at a desk and staring at the same patch of wall day after day. But leaving would mean trusting Sebastian, going with him into the unknown and into Merlin knows what kind of trouble. He chewed his lip and tried to put it all down to nonsense, but the pull of the other man was taking him over.

Leander couldn’t help but stare at his mouth, those lips that knew his body so well, the long fingered hands that had coaxed hours of pleasure out of him. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes he felt the familiar slip of falling under their spell and he knew there would be no going back if he held that gaze.

“Come with me, Lea,” he whispered. “Leave this place.”

“But, my job… I’m your contact. Where would you get the information?” Leander could run through a hundred reasons why this would be madness, a huge change and disruption, but it was terrifying to think he only needed one reason to do it.

“We would find a new contact,” Sebastian said, shrugging. “There is always someone willing to be bought, you just need to know their price.”

Leander bit his lip, uncertainty pulling at him one way, desire pulling him the other. When Sebastian slid a hand across the table, palm up, he didn’t even hesitate. He placed his hand in Sebastian’s without a second thought. A smile curved Sebastian’s lips.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

….*....

It was the dead of night and the sky was at its darkest as Leander lay in Sebastian’s arms, staring out of the dirty window of his room in the Leaky Cauldron. His skin was still flushed from sex, his body settling into the bed as reality began to pierce through the lust. Leander was allowing his thoughts to tumble and turn, assessing each one and worrying over the options as Sebastian lay curled against his back, a lazy hand circling across his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” Sebastian murmured, his breath a warm tickle against his shoulder blades.

“Leaving,” Leander admitted. “I’m trying to decide if I can do it. I’m not like you, Seb. I’ve never even been anywhere other than London, home, and Hogwarts. I’m not sure I am cut out for it.”

He felt the rumble of Sebastian’s chuckle against his back, the soft press of warm lips. “Don’t worry about that. I will teach you whatever you need to know, and you won’t be alone. We will be together. Like this…”

Sebastian held him a bit tighter, his palm flat against his chest. Leander closed his eyes, savouring the close warmth. It was tempting, so tempting. But all the doubts kept pushing in and it made his chest tight. He shifted, turning to face Sebastian, their eyes meeting in the dim light of the room.

“I would be giving up everything,” Leander said. “It’s not as easy as you make it sound.”

“What exactly would you be giving up?” Sebastian caught his chin, his thumb far too distracting as it soothed across his jaw. “You hate your job, it bores you, and we can make money in other ways. You live alone, barely see your old friends, and I would like to think I am the only lover you take to bed. And as for your betrothal… Fuck that shit!”

Leander’s eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping him as Sebastian grasped his head in his hands, his eyes blazing as he stared at Leander.

“Come with me, Lea. Don’t stay here and marry that girl. You will be miserable, you will hate it and you’ll probably end up hating her too. Come with me, please!”

Sebastian was almost begging him, and Leander felt something bloom in his chest. It had been a tiny little bud, a dared breath of hope, and now it was consuming him so fast he could barely breathe at all. The hundreds of reasons to stay were still stacked up in his head, but there was that one little thing, that one good reason, that was about to topple them all over.

“Is this really what you want?” Leander asked.

“Yes,” Sebastian said. “I… I want you.”

Considering the magnitude of what Sebastian was asking him, that was all he needed to hear.

….*....

It felt like he had been running and fighting for hours, his legs ached and he was tired, but Sebastian grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

“Keep going, Lea,” he panted, running and dragging Leander with him. “Once we get past the charm barrier, we can Apparate. Keep going!”

After three months in the new world of America, Leander was beginning to realise that even though he fancied the idea of danger and excitement, he wasn’t sure this was what he had in mind. Thievery, plotting, and manipulation had been reasonably easy to come to terms with, but the rest…

Leander had never seen a dead body until he saw Sebastian take a wizard out during a raid gone wrong. The shock had seen Leander shivering in his bed sheets, crying into his pillow and barely able to look at Sebastian. He had always known that Sebastian dabbled in dark things, but murder had shaken Leander to his core. He was a soft boy at heart, he always had been, even the death of the family dog when he was a child had torn him up. Watching a person die at the hands of one he loved was bone shattering.

Sebastian had handed him a glass of whiskey, and when Leander finally let him put a hand on him, he stroked back his hair and tried to soothe him. It was them, or us. That’s what Sebastian had said to him. Sebastian would do whatever it took to keep them safe, even resort to murder itself.

Realising that Sebastian was prepared to kill for him shouldn’t have been a shock. In his heart, Leander knew he would probably die for Sebastian, so was it such a stretch to imagine that he might kill for him too? He tried to imagine it, someone attempting to take Sebastian away, and he felt the cold rage seep through him. His fists clenched and he knew he would do whatever it took to stop it. Even kill. How could he blame Sebastian for doing the same?

On the nights that they weren’t on jobs, Sebastian taught Leander spells that would have had Professor Weasley screaming in horror. It was eerie how quickly and easily Leander picked them up, performing them so well that Sebastian taught him harder, more complicated things until Leander thought he could rival some of the wizarding world’s worst. To have such knowledge and power at his fingertips did a strange, but wondrous thing. Leander’s confidence had grown, he felt stronger, more capable, and he didn’t feel so inadequate as he stood by Sebastian’s side.

He didn’t like the part that had them running for their lives, though.

Puffing and holding his chest, Leander allowed Sebastian to drag him through the shiver-inducing charm barrier that surrounded the plantation grounds, a hoard of shouting dark wizards bearing down behind them. As soon as they were clear, Sebastian turned, throwing his arms around Leander as he Disapparated with a sharp crack. They landed on the porch of the dilapidated old shack they had been staying in, deep in the Virginian woods.

Rain fell, dripping from the leaves of the trees and off the edge of the sagging porch roof as they lay on the damp planks, breathing hard and holding on to each other, appreciating a moment of silence and safety.

“I can’t… believe… we made that,” Leander puffed, rubbing his flushed face with a shaking hand.

Sebastian reached into his pocket and pulled out the little wooden box he had swiped from the fancy office in that plantation house. He creaked open the lid as he sat up to reveal the shimmering item within. A ring, silver, with a deep purple diamond that glittered eerily in the muted light under the trees. Sebastian’s smile was cunning, sly, his eyes blazing with the satisfaction of knowing it was a job well done.

“We will get paid handsomely for this, Lea, mark my words,” he said smugly.

Leander sat up and looked at the ring. It seemed to pulse with dark energy and he didn’t know how Sebastian could stand to even hold the box it was in. He shivered. “Let’s just get it to the client so we can get out of here,” he said, eyeing the shadows of the forest. “This place gives me the creeps.”

Sebastian nodded. “Agreed. We will take it tomorrow, and then we can seek passage home.”

“Home?”

Sebastian smiled and took hold of Leander’s hand. “Yes, home. We’re going back. To Scotland. I’m taking you home.”

….*....

Standing before the thatched cottage, the sound of the sea in the distance and the familiar and comforting sight of the Highlands around him, Leander took a moment to absorb the atmosphere of Sebastian’s childhood home. The hamlet seemed pleasant enough, but the garden around the cottage was choked with weeds and the roof looked like it had seen better days. It had been neglected for some time and needed plenty of care and attention. One look at Sebastian’s face told him that maybe he wasn’t in any hurry to do so.

Leander held his hand, squeezing it gently as he took in the shadows on Sebastian’s face.

“Are you alright?”

“This place doesn’t hold too many happy memories for me,” he said tightly.

“Do you want to leave?”

Sebastian shook his head. “No, I need to be here. There is something I need to do.”

Inside, the cottage hadn’t fared much better than the outside. Dusty sheets covered most of the furniture, but the roof had leaked and the bed was not fit for purpose. They lit a fire in the hearth and managed to find some fairly decent blankets and made a bed before the hearth. They had brought some provisions, and after a simple meal, Sebastian pulled Leander down to the blankets and tried to work through whatever tension was holding him like a coiled spring.

Sometimes, it was like this, Sebastian so intense his eyes seemed to be chipped from blazing stone. They fucked hard, relentless, and afterwards, both of them collapsed to the makeshift bed sweating and breathing hard as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Sebastian was in no mood for talking and Leander knew when to leave it, drifting into a doze as night began to fall.

When he woke, the cottage was dark, the fire had burned down low and the air felt damp, cold. Leander sat up, eyes adjusting to the murk as he realised Sebastian had gone. Dressing quickly, he stepped outside to a deserted hamlet, the sky littered with stars. They were coming out of another winter, the freezing chill still clinging to the Highlands, the slow moving fingers of spring not quite reaching these peaks yet. Leander rubbed his hands together and blew into them, attempting to warm them before turning back towards the door of the cottage. He did not know this area, and was not so foolish as to try and track Sebastian down in a place that he knew so well. He could be anywhere.

Instead, he decided to grab some more firewood with a mind to get some warmth back into the cottage for Sebastian’s return. He rounded the corner of the cottage, ducking to avoid an overgrown bush and stopped in his tracks. There, hunched on the ground, was Sebastian. At his feet were the recent cuttings of more overgrown shrubs, ripped down to reveal a headstone that had been hidden from view earlier today.

Sebastian was staring at the stone, his jaw tight and his shoulders tense. Leander wasn’t sure if he should just walk away and leave him or say something, hovering and indecisive as he stared at that headstone. Solomon Sallow. Sebastian’s uncle. The date of his death made Leander wince. It was today.

Leander took a step back deciding not to intrude on this moment, but Sebastian stood, brushing his dirty hands together.

“You don’t have to leave,” he said, his voice tight and heavy. “I am done here.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Sebastian said, cutting him off. He wiped the end of his nose with the back of his hand and Leander realised he had been crying. “It’s not you who needs to be sorry.”

Leander reached for him, but Sebastian tensed, he seemed jittery and on edge and it wasn’t like him to be this way. Even when facing down some of the hardened clients they worked for, Sebastian was always cool and confident. Tonight, he seemed neither. Leander took his elbow gently.

“Come on, let’s get you inside and warmed up,” he said.

With the fire roaring and a cup of tea in their hands, they sat for a while before laying down in each other’s arms. When sleep finally came for Sebastian he was restless, and Leander found it hard to settle, too busy watching over him as he fretted in his sleep. That was only the start of it. That night was the first night that Leander witnessed the horror of Sebastian’s nightmares, and the distress that contorted his lover’s face as he tried to escape them.

Leander had to pin him down at one point, his heart in his mouth as Sebastian screamed and thrashed, words uttered through the hoarse cries that didn’t make any sense. Ramblings about an artefact, Anne, and MC. They didn’t speak of her much, but hearing her name screamed through Sebastian’s lips made Leander feel cold and confused. Did Sebastian still love her? What had happened between them to make his nightmares so vivid? There was no way he was getting any of those answers out of Sebastian tonight, though. He just held him and soothed him, and somehow they made it to dawn.

Leander woke to the sounds of Sebastian gathering their things to leave. He sat up and rubbed his face, eyes tight and itchy from the lack of sleep, his arms spread with goosebumps from the morning chill.

“We’re leaving?”

“I can’t be here,” Sebastian said, his throat husky from his screams. He paused, standing hunched up with his back to Leander. “I thought I could… This isn’t home anymore.”

There was pain laced through those words, Leander could hear it, he could see it in the way Sebastian held himself, as though he might break apart at any moment. He hated it and wished he could just take it all away from him. His heart ached. A heart that beat for the man standing before him only he didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.

“Then we shall find a new home,” he said, throwing the blanket back and getting to his feet.

He slid his fingers through his sleep ruffled hair and came to stand behind Sebastian, his arms ready to encircle him, but Sebastian turned and looked up at him. His eyes were bloodshot, face pale and drawn, much like that night he had come to the Leaky Cauldron and asked Leander to come away with him. Perhaps the night terrors had called on him back then, and Leander shuddered to think that he must have faced them all alone.

“We?”

“Of course,” Leander said, a crease in his brow. “Why? You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?”

Sebastian shook his head, his eyes turning glassy. “Even after last night? You want a home with me?”

Under all that witty charm and dark confidence was a broken man, a man who needed love just like anyone else. Leander had thought himself weak, a coward, incapable of being strong for anyone. But he could be strong for Sebastian. Sebastian was the only person who had ever believed in him, he had put him on this path through darkness and lit the way through every danger and hurdle without question.

“You are my home, Seb. There is nowhere else I want to be.”

Sebastian buried his face against Leander’s chest, his arms grabbing him and holding on tight as though the world was cracking open under his feet and Leander was the only life line. Leander held him back, stroking through his unruly hair and smiling into the soft warmth of it. This indeed was home.

“There are some things I should tell you, explanations…”

“All in good time,” Leander said softly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

….*....

After battling past Dugbogs and some very large spiders, the underground tomb opened up into a space with a high ceiling and ornate columns. Stone caskets of the dead were lined along the walls and Leander lifted his wand higher as they scanned the chiselled names in the stone. They were after one name in particular, and when Sebastian came across it, he leant forward to touch a finger tip to the dust gathered on the surface, trailing his hand along the edge.

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. He turned and threw a blast of fire towards some urns stacked on a stone ledge, the clay pots shattering into pieces in a spray of ash and dust and flame. His growl of frustration had Leander hurrying over.

“What is it? Not another one gone?”

Sebastian’s face was tight with rage as he began to pace, fists clenched. This was the third time in a row they had sought out an artefact and failed, a set of rare stones that had been laid to rest in the tombs of old cult members. Their client wanted the whole set, but every one they had uncovered so far had already been removed from its resting place. Someone was beating them to it and the loss was starting to grate on Sebastian.

“Look,” Sebastian said, returning to the casket and holding his wand over the aged stone. He pointed to where the dust had been disturbed, the stone scraped with fresh gouges suggesting the lid had been moved. “Someone has been here recently.”

Leander aimed his wand and cast a charm to shove the lid backwards, revealing the mouldering bones that rested within. They both peered into the grave and indeed, the box that once held the cult artefact was sitting open. Rather than being empty, however, the cult artefact had been replaced with an ordinary looking pebble with a smiley face drawn onto the smooth surface. Leander’s brow creased with a curious frown and he glanced at Sebastian, his frown vanishing at the tight rage he saw on his face.

“Bitch,” Sebastian seethed. He began to pace again, shaking his head, a hollow laugh escaping his mouth. “Clever, little bitch.”

“I don’t understand,” Leander said, looking back at the little smiling stone. “Who’s a bitch? Do you know who is stealing these before us?”

“I’ve had my suspicions, but that mocking little gesture confirms it,” Sebastian said. He came back to the casket and reached in to pluck out the stone. He held it up and smirked. “She clearly has inside information, and she knows I am looking for them too. She always likes winning.”

“Who does?” Leander asked again, although he had a sneaking suspicion he knew now.

Sebastian looked at him, eyes blazing. “MC.”

….*....

Home was now situated in a secret underground chamber, a space that had been abandoned long ago and now repurposed to suit their needs. There would be no prying neighbours, no risk of being disturbed. Deep underground and hidden from the world, they could plot and plan their next job in privacy. They had made the space their own with comfortable furniture, and over time had collected various pieces of art and mementos to make it look like a home.

Sometimes Leander missed the sky and a garden, but it was a small price to pay for the utter privacy that they shared in that space. The sky was still out there when they wanted it, and they had the shop in Knockturn Alley to use as they wished if they wanted to spend time with people in the real world, which wasn’t often.

Sebastian had been right about not having to worry about money. Since Leander had left his Ministry position and cut himself off from his family, they had earned some decent coin and lived in relative comfort. They dressed well, ate well, and had coins to spare.

Returning home after another failed attempt to get a cult stone, Leander gave Sebastian space to seethe quietly before he dared to approach the matter. Unwinding by the huge stone fireplace, flames dancing merrily in the hearth, he handed Sebastian a glass of whiskey and was rewarded with a grab of his hand, pulled down to have his lips meet with Sebastian’s in a warm kiss. Their eyes met, the fire that lived within him still strong and roaring to life as he gazed into those dark, brown eyes. Leander could easily lose himself in that look, however, the ghost of MC hovered on the peripheral. He knew she had meant something to Sebastian, and she still had the ability to get under his skin despite not seeing her for years.

“The first time I saw MC get the better of you was in Hecat’s class and you ended up on your arse as she knocked you off the duelling table. I won’t lie. It made me laugh to see you get knocked back like that,” Leander said, an amused smile on his lips.

Sebastian smiled at the memory. “I think that was the moment I fell in love with her, you know.”

“Tell me about her,” Leander said softly. “What happened between you two?”

Sebastian looked down into his whiskey, swirling the amber liquid inside his glass as he pondered over Leander’s request. He looked like he carried something heavy within him, his shoulders tense and low under the weight of it, his eyes were strained and dark as he lifted his gaze towards the fire. There was a truth buried inside his lover, a truth he had yet to reveal, and it had been a while since that day in Feldcroft when Sebastian had promised to explain everything. Leander had not pushed him, waiting patiently until Sebastian was ready to speak about it. The horrific dreams still came to him, and Leander would hold him, heart aching as he wondered what horrors had given them to him.

“You know how I feel about you,” Sebastian said, looking back up at him. He touched his fingers to Leander’s cheek. “You’re mine. You will always be mine. But, you must understand, I am always going to have a deep connection with MC. We went through far too much to not be bonded over it. It isn’t something I can easily let go of, and I’m not sure I even want to.”

“Do you still love her?”

“Would you be angry if I did?”

Leander could see the hesitant look in Sebastian’s eyes, the lifting of the shield that gave a rare glimpse into the vulnerability behind the confident facade. Leander bit his lip, lowering his gaze as he thought about the girl who had entered their lives as a late arrival into Hogwarts, turning into a fiercely capable witch who ended up saving the whole castle from a goblin rebellion. Along with this power, she had eyes that bewitched one who dared to look into them, a smile that could rival any piece of fine art. Her aura held you in a chokehold. At least, that was how Leander had seen her.

“I wouldn’t be angry,” he said. He sighed and shook his head. “I… I’ve only ever kissed a boy. First Edward, and then you. But, I like girls too. A bit like you, I suppose. However, the only girl I ever wanted was her, which is ridiculous because she didn’t even look at me when we were at school. She probably wouldn’t even remember me now. Sometimes I wonder if that is why I had my head turned by Edward. He was everything that MC was not.”

Sebastian nodded and held his hand. “Let’s sit down,” he said, indicating one of the comfortable settees arranged before the fire. “Sit, and I will tell you everything. I think it is only right that you should know the truth. I trust you with it. Will you hear it?”

Leander nodded and they sat down together, hands clasped. Sebastian began to tell him the truth, starting back in their fourth year, when his twin sister had been hit with a terrible curse that caused her immense pain…

….*....

It was cold and the first pale, grey light of dawn was filtering through the mist shrouded streets of London when Leander realised that he should return home. His bones ached from the chill of wandering aimlessly for hours before finally taking a seat at the side of the river, watching the tide ebb and flow on the Thames. He had needed the time to straighten out the chaos of his thoughts, the horrific truth of Sebastain’s past was replaying over and over in his mind, and everytime he came to the part where Sebastian had committed his first murder, he felt colder than the early morning air.

That night in Feldcroft, when Sebastian had been tortured by nightmares after visiting the grave of his uncle, made a lot more sense now. It had not just been grief that had been shredding Sebastian’s mind, but guilt too. And MC had helped him cover it all up. Ominis too.

Taken back to the time when Leander had first witnessed Sebastian kill someone, he remembered the horror and the difficult pain he had to work through before he could finally accept what he had witnessed. This was similar, but on a more deep and personal level. To murder a member of your own family fucked with Leander’s head until he had felt like screaming. Sorting through it all, he realised that if he was struggling, then he had no idea how Sebastian had managed to continue on as he had been. The strength Sebastian must have to be able to smile and rise each day after such a thing proved that Leander needed to summon his own bravery. He needed to stand with Sebastian, not run from him.

Leander had got up from that settee, breathing hard and panic gripping him, he had needed to get out and away from Sebastian after the truth was finally all out. The image of Sebastian’s pain stricken face when he had bolted haunted him. He had got up and ran, leaving Sebastian just as his sister, his best friend, and MC had done years ago. Sitting here now by the river, cold and hungry, he realised that running was probably the worst thing he could have done after Sebastian had trusted him with the truth.

Sebastian had trusted him, opened up and told him the secret pain and horror he carried in his heart every day, and Leander had run from him. He had abandoned him and left him to think that he couldn’t stand him now. That was so far from the truth.

Getting to his feet, Leander walked until he found a quiet spot, a secluded alley path, and he quickly Disapparated, landing in the antechamber where they stored the chests of various treasures they had found and hoarded. He stood before the enchanted archway that would take him back into the warmth and safety of the home he shared with Sebastian. He could only hope that he was still in there, and had not left as well.

Walking through the arch made him shiver and rub his arms as he entered the huge room, where Sebastian sat slumped in the wingback chair holding his head in his hand. He looked up as Leander entered, his face drawn and pale. He had not slept either by the looks of it, and Leander swallowed past the guilty lump in his throat.

“You came back,” Sebastian said, his voice hoarse.

“Of course,” Leander said. “I’m just sorry I left you alone in the first place. I needed some time to get my head straight, think some things over.”

Sebastian sat up straighter in his chair. “And?”

Leander moved closer, walking towards the chair where Sebastian was sitting, and he sank down onto his knees before him, reaching to take hold of his hands.

“I love you,” he said earnestly, looking up into Sebastian’s eyes. “I love you so much that if anyone tried to take you from me, I would likely kill them. I understand why you did it, and if you still want me, I will spend the rest of my life holding your hand through every bad dream, every moment of doubt, because that is what you do when you love someone. You hold them up when they need it, just as you have held me up so many times since we got tangled up with each other.”

A tear escaped and slid down Sebastian’s cheek. His lips were clamped firmly together as he appeared to fight back emotion, his hands squeezing Leander’s so hard his finger bones were crushed together.

“You said I’d thank you one day for kissing me in the Leaky Cauldron, and even though I regret the hurt it caused Edward, I do thank you,” Leander said. His own eyes began to sting now, filling up with tears. “Because if you hadn’t done that…”

He took a shuddering breath and looked down at their clasped hands. If Sebastian hadn’t kissed him, he would probably be married to the Anderson girl and stuck in a life that wasn’t of his own choosing. He would be just another suit on the street, lonely and yet surrounded by people. Here, there was nobody else, only Sebastian, but Sebastian saw him for who he was and let him be that person.

“I choose you. This is what I want,” Leander said.

A sob escaped Sebastian and he slid from the chair to the floor, wrapping his arms around Leander and holding him tight, burying his face into his neck as he wept. Leander held him in return, his brave and confident boy reduced to this weeping mess, the open vulnerability of it just making Leander love him all the more. Who else got to see this side of him? Nobody. Only him.

Shifting upwards, Leander picked Sebastian up off the floor and got him steady on his feet. He brushed unruly locks of brown hair back from his tear stained, freckled face and smiled.

“Let’s go to bed, my love,” he said.

….*....

Sebastian placed the old spell book down onto the table, open at the page he wanted Leander to read. He stood back, an anxious gleam in his eyes as Leander gave him a curious look before bending over to read the ancient text. Leander understood most parts of the spell, he was still getting to grips with learning the old tongue it was written in. Sebastian would have had no problem reading the spell, being fluent in several of the old languages thanks to his mother’s tutoring when he was small, and his insatiable thirst for knowledge.

“It’s some kind of binding spell, isn't it?” Leander guessed, still trying to decipher the page.

“It’s a blood bond between people, binding their life forces together until death,” Sebastian confirmed. He gave Leander an intense look. “I want us to do it.”

Leander stilled, his gaze moving from the spell book to Sebastian. “Are you serious?”

“I have never been more serious in my life,” Sebastian said, stepping forward and taking hold of Leander’s arm. “You and me against the world, forever. We will be joined by our life force, we will be able to feel each other all the time. Can you imagine it? We will never be lonely again.”

A tight feeling gripped Leander’s throat as he gazed into Sebastian’s eyes, the realisation that Sebastian must have felt terrible loneliness throughout his life, and now he wanted to stop that from ever happening again. Leander took his hand and held it within his own.

“You know I would never leave you, Seb.”

“Yes, I do. This way we will be able to feel each other even when apart though, wouldn’t you want that? Instead of a ring and marriage, we would be bonded by blood. Forever in each other’s heart.”

Leander felt his lips tremble as he looked back down at the spell. It looked overwhelming and dark, maybe a bit frightening, but he knew Sebastian would be able to do it. He had every faith in him. To feel him in his heart forever, to never have to be apart from him. Was it really even a question?

“Let’s do it. Make me yours, forever,” he said.

Sebastian’s kiss stole his breath, the desperation of it taking them away for a few moments before Sebastian slipped his wand from his pocket and held it up. Their eyes met and Leander nodded. Sebastian slowly pushed up Leander’s sleeve and pressed the tip of his wand to his inner wrist and began to recite the charm, beginning the process of binding them body and soul.

….*....

As the images in the Seeing Sphere faded, Leander looked at Sebastian and saw the darkened look in his eyes, that same hunger that had begun to claw at his own insides as they had watched the visions unfold inside the foretelling artefact. MC using her ancient magic as a force of protection around them, MC naked in their arms. Most shocking for Leander was the sight of her in his arms, looking at him with desire as though she wanted him. It was his teenage daydream coming to life inside that shimmering ball of magic.

“And will these visions come true?” He asked quietly.

Sebastian nodded slowly, his brows drawing together in thought. “If she were to be with us, we would be unstoppable. Look at how she has proved she can best us in collecting those artefacts before. This past year we have managed to outsmart her much more, but it hasn’t been easy. If we could get her on our side…”

Sebastian pinched his mouth thoughtfully, his mind pondering the possibilities as he plotted. Leander nodded, his body still thrumming with heat as he thought about the other images that had presented themselves inside the Seeing Sphere, the sexual acts performed with all three of them that had woken a fire in his blood. He felt his cheeks flush with it, the possibility of it making his heart thud against his ribs.

“The sex…” He bit down on his tongue, his blush deepening.

Sebastian’s knowing smirk just added fuel to his already burning body, the burn in his lover’s gaze dark and hungry. He could feel the power of it pulsing through the blood bond and his hands twitched with the need to touch.

“You want her, don’t you, my love?” Sebastian asked, his voice deep and calm. He reached out to caress Leander’s face, eyes holding him still. “Those visions would only have appeared to us if that was the case. You want her.”

“She has always been the only girl to really get under my skin,” Leander confessed. “I envied you for having her at school.”

“You need not envy me, Lea. Shall we get her? We could lure her in, I know how we can do it, too. What do you think? Would you like another playmate?”

Leander swallowed, his pulse a throbbing thing that stole his very breath. Sebastian smiled, the bond revealing more than words ever could. They had hunted down people before, it was probably more thrilling than seeking out the artefacts and treasure, and this chase would have them keeping the end result rather than turning them over to a client. MC would be theirs, they just had to prove it to her. He nodded.

“Let’s go catch ourselves a powerful witch,” he said. “What’s the plan?”

….*....

Under the warmth of the shared blanket, MC gazed up at Leander, her hand pressed against the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Listening to him speak about how he had fallen into this life with Sebastian had shown her a side of them both that she hadn’t really understood until now. Their bond was something special, maybe even deeper and more profound than the bond she shared with Sebastian herself. After all, she had run from him, hadn’t she? She had left Sebastian alone, but Leander had stayed.

Maybe that had been for the best, though. She had been drowning in her own darkness and it had been too much to carry Sebastian’s as well. Leander had been the much needed light in Sebastian’s shadows. MC was only sorry she hadn’t found them sooner. Her own loneliness had been chased into submission by their presence and the strength of the blood bond, and she appreciated them for inviting her into this space.

“You and Sebastian found something rare and special,” she said quietly. “I just hope that me being here doesn’t take some of that away from you.”

“It never could,” Leander said, cupping her face. His eyes were earnest enough, and the bond pulsed with the truth of it. “You are a part of us now, and you will be forever. It’s more than I could ever have dreamed of, having you here with us. Please, don’t ever feel like you don’t belong.”

As he pressed his palm against her own heartbeat, she knew that she loved him too, he was a part of her now, just as much as Sebastian was. The bond pulsed with heat as they felt each other’s heartbeats under their palms. Kissing him was as easy as breathing, their lips meeting with a warmth and desire that consumed, the bond throbbing with it as the kiss deepened. Closing her eyes she relaxed into it, allowed his warmth to fill her up and chase out the shadows that dared to linger from her dreams.

As he pressed her down into the bed, they both felt it, the pull and throb of their bond with Sebastian increasing with such force that they both paused, gazing into each other’s eyes.

Leander smiled. “He’s home.”

Sebastian was smiling as they greeted him, but there was blood on his face and hands, and he was holding his ribs carefully. Leander immediately saw to things, putting him in a chair and tending his hurts with gentle hands and soft words. When he asked if MC would prepare a bath, she did so without question.

Watching Leander fuss over Sebastian and care for him enforced the story that he had shared with her earlier. Leander would always be there for Sebastian, no matter what. Watching them both, their lingering gazes, so much spoken through touch and their eyes that required no words, it warmed MC to her bones. Her own blood called to it, the love she had for them both pulsing through the bond as she joined them beside the bath. Sebastian was sitting in the hot water, Leander washing his shoulder and arm with the cloth as she knelt down beside the tub. Taking Sebastian’s face into her hands, she smiled softly as he looked up at her and then she pressed a warm kiss to his lips.

“What was that for?” He asked, eyes sparkling. “Not that I am complaining, of course.”

“It’s only fair that you get a kiss seeing as Leander was getting them while you were gone,” she said, her eyes lifting to Leander’s. They shared a look, an understanding, their bond deeper than it had been this morning. “We wouldn’t want you to miss out.”

Sebastian smirked, looking between them both. “I thought I felt something through the bond. You two had best catch me up.”

MC slid her hand down from his face to caress his wet chest, fingertips teasing his skin as she circled lazily downwards through the dark hair on his belly. Sebastian watched the movement, biting his lower lip as something hot and dark flared in his eyes. His hands lifted from the water, reaching up to grab her and tug her forwards, bubbles and water splashing madly as he pulled her right into the tub with him. MC squealed and laughter burst from her mouth as she was soaked through, her body pressed against his as he lay back in the tub. His hand reached up to clasp Leander around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss as MC shifted into a more comfortable position.

“I think you two need to show me how much you missed me while I was gone,” Sebastian murmured softly. His face was far too smug as he looked at them both. “Because I know you did miss me. How could you not?”

Leander and MC shared another look and they both smiled, the now familiar heat stirring inside of her as they turned their gazes back towards Sebastian. The bond throbbed with all three of them, their hunger and need pulsing through their bodies and drawing them even closer as MC leaned forward to press another kiss to Sebastian’s mouth. She could feel Leander’s hand sliding up her back, his touch sending shivers through her as she pressed her body against Sebastian’s with a low moan.

The bond pulled them even tighter together, all of them in one place, one heart, one soul.

This was home.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #sebastian x leander #Sebastian x leander x f!mc #blueraineshadows

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hufflefluff-stuff · 11 months

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hi! i was wondering if you could write how HL characters would act when they are jealous

Yes! Also, I'll add how these characters wind up confessing to their crush! 👍

Characters: Sebastian, Garreth, Ominis, Poppy, & Leander

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Sebastian Sallow

Let's be fr..this guy gets jealous INSANELY easily in canon, even when platonically speaking.

It's hard to pinpoint where he exactly started catching feelings for you, but he certainly fell for you fast after your adventure into the library's restricted section.

Unfortunately, because of your growing reputation as a "hero" around Hogwarts, Hogsmede, and other hamlets...you've have strangers and students alike often come up to you and interrupt your conversations with Sebastian.

They mean well, only showing up to compliment you or thank you for some favor you've done for them.

But still it puts him in an sour mood, especially if he's unable to do anything about it without coming off as a prissy Slytherin.

During classes, he feels 10x worse if he's not partnered with you and instead sees you with classmates he views as "competition"...like Garreth, Leander, or even Amit, scowling at them in envy and unable to focus unless the professor specifically calls him out on it.

The only exception is Ominis, since he's a trusted friend and damn well knew his crush on you (he has certainly used this as blackmail to stop him from doing stupid stuff) but Sebastian will still huff about how "close" you two are growing.

Sometimes his jealousy gets so bad he needs to go blow off some steam in the Undercroft, casting damage spells on whatever poor dummy, pillar, or knight armor happened to be in his way.

It's nothing that Repairo couldn't fix.

While your assistance in his quest to find a cure for Anne was extremely important to him, that's not the only reason he brings you along for the ride.

He genuinely enjoys your company, and it's his chance to actually be alone with you and talk without any rude interruptions.

Well...there's trolls, rankrok's loyalists, spiders, ashwinders, Inferi, etc....but none of them are annoying students who try to hog all your attention just to spite him.

Aside from Ominis, Anne keeps encouraging her twin brother to make some move if he's that jealous (which Sebastian repeatedly denies).

Sooner or later...he may lose that chance, and he fears this. But he never knew when the moment would come..

Then one night, you were both fighting poachers and their leader, an Animagus, insulted him so horribly that it made his confident expression drop for a moment--as did his Protego shield.

You didn't hear what she said exactly, but his devastated face told you enough and you were pissed.

So you rained down a torrent of ancient magic lightning before she can even think of transforming.

Sebastian could only watch as you smite her like some furious god unleashing your wrath on the world, finding you both badass and ethereal.

When it's all over, you rushed to his side and ask if he's okay--but he just kisses you right there and then, silencing you.

He's so sick of waiting.

Garreth Weasley

His jealousy is nowhere near as bad as Sebastian's...but it's still there. Just subtle.

He pouts a lot when somebody steals your attention away, and he tries way too hard to impress you with whatever brilliant potion concept he drafted up (and definitely didn't have approval to brew in class under any circumstances).

Speaking of which, you're his usual partner in potions class, so he'll be highly disappointed if Professor Sharp decides to pair you with somebody else that day.

Garreth feels this sting in his heart if he overhears you praising them for their perfect brew, while he stares into his bubbling cauldron and sulks, wondering what he could've done differently.

He didn't know how you truly felt about him, so he got the genius idea to cook up a love potion the day you had a substitute for class (he sat at the furthest station and had secretly gathered the ingredients beforehand).

Just as you were about to try it for yourself, he accidentally knocked an incompatible ingredient into the pot and caused its contents to explode, staining both of your robes in pink.

While everybody laughed, the sub made the stains vanish with some magic and decided to dismiss class early, making you two stay behind to clean up the mess.

Luckily only house points were deducted due to your actions, so you won't be getting detention for this.

Still...Garreth was quite upset and you could tell.

You reassure him you're not mad in the slightest, and that you knew exactly what he was trying to do (followed by a small wink before continuing your cleanup).

His face turned as red as a maxima potion, and when he returns to the Gryffindor common room for the night, he gets confused stares from his fellow housemates as they wonder what's gotten into him.

But he can't stop thinking about you.

Maybe you ingested droplets of the love potion after it exploded, since you did seem particularly flirtatious with him in that moment and knew his intentions.

Looks like he got his wish after all.

Now to ask you out properly..

Ominis Gaunt

He's not an easily jealous guy. He'll never get angry at other people for simply wanting to spend time with you or if you're partners with them in class.

You've made a name for yourself at Hogwarts, and while he doesn't always agree with the dangerous stuff you get involved with, he only expects people to look up to you and pull your attention away from him.

Though deep down, it kinda hurts...especially since quite a handful of students from other houses perceive him as someone you shouldn't be around (some Gryffindors with "holier than thou" personalities even had the guts to say you're better off without him when he's standing right there).

Being a Gaunt + a Slytherin had that effect, unfortunately...

But he's sick of hearing that all the time.

Anyone else would've snapped at whoever criticized them based on blood status or rudely interrupted a conversation they're clearly having with you.

Yet when he does it..suddenly he's the bad guy?

It never made sense.

So any jealous feelings Ominis has stem from his own insecurities, and they grow even worse the more he realizes he's in love with you..

Like Sebastian, he'd probably storm off to the Undercroft to calm down if he's feeling heavily upset.

Fortunately, you're quick to defend him and decline other people's advances, saying you'd much rather hang out with him.

When you nearly got into a wand duel/fistfight over something insulting they said about him, that's when he realizes you cared about him as more than a friend...

Though he wanted to test the waters, so to speak, before hyping himself up to confess to you.

So throughout the week, Ominis expressed subtle desires to be in closer proximity to you (which you were fine with despite being initially confused at his sudden change in behavior)

These are, but not limited to, linking arms while walking in the hallways, napping beside you while you were reading or petting a random cat, "accidentally" falling asleep on your shoulder in History of Magic, and letting you guide him through assignments in herbology and potions class so he took the correct measurements (his grades improved, which is always a plus).

It takes a little bit of encouragement from Sebastian, but by the week's end, he courts you in one of his favorite spots outside the castle, gathering flowers, candles, and everything.

You truly made him feel loved..and he was going to do his best to reciprocate that.

How he wishes he could see the looks on those Gryffindor preps' faces when they realize the "hero of Hogwarts" is his date.

Poppy Sweeting

Considering how little she spoke to other students, even ones from her own house, this Hufflepuff found it difficult to get close to you at first.

You being hailed as a "hero" made it especially challenging, as you seemed constantly busy and people were bugging you for attention/advice/help....all while Poppy was standing in the background, forcing a smile.

Of course, you always made time to help her rescue beasts. It became your passion, and she was happy about that. Your adventures together allowed you to connect on an emotional level.

The moment she knew she was in love was the night when you both observed a Mooncalf dance, trying to make sense of the pattern those sweet big-eyed creatures left behind.

No matter how many times you've seen them, their dances are spectacular--ever captivating.

But when Poppy asked for your opinion on the pattern she drew out, she stops after seeing your breathtaking smile, eyes practically sparkling in the glow of the moonlight..

And suddenly that's all she could focus on.

Suddenly that was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Since then, her jealousy around other students has increased tenfold...especially when one jerk who disrespected beasts bragged about their poacher parents and invited you to visit their camp.

You've never seen a girl Depulso another student so fast in your life, but Poppy acts like nothing ever happened.

Similar to Sebastian, her jealousy manifests in the form of glares and general scorn towards anyone trying to ask you out on a date (which you, fortunately, decline).

She 100% rambles to the beasts about you.

If Highwing and Lord of the Shore could talk, they'd tell her to just stfu and confess to you already bc the tension is killing them.

It only (finally) happens when you invite her to the Vivarium for the first time, and they both nudge you two together, not backing down until you finally kiss.

If any of yall know that scene in Pokémon Scarlet/Violet where the box legendary pushes Arven towards his friends...that's this exact situation.

Leander Prewett

There's not doubt that this Gryffindor was going to grow jealous of your rising popularity in Summoner's Court and Crossed Wands.

He's a sore loser, while you have generally good sportsmanship..but he secretly appreciates you encouraging him to keep practicing. He only keeps going because of your words alone.

Outside of classes and competitions, he tries to hang out with you but oftentimes your attention goes to other people--whether it's professors keeping you after class to go over extra assignments or a friend sending you an owl with an urgent request.

You don't mean to keep ditching him, but to him it feels like you're always "too busy" for him.

Leander just scowls at the owls while they stare back at him like "hey, don't shoot the messenger".

Yet even when you do manage to spend time together, he only ever asks about your recent escapades....and then refuses to believe them despite you explaining them in great detail.

To this day, he still isn't convinced you possess ancient magic.

But the truth is that he wants to believe you. He admires your bravery and is insanely in love with that aspect of you....though he doesn't know how to express that.

He wishes he can relate and have cool stories to tell, but when people bring up his name they only ever talk about his constant failures.

He doesn't feel any better when others rush to defend your acts of heroism, thinking he's being a jerk.

The truth is you actually loved him and his company despite your frequent banter, but believed him to be way out of your league.

At least until the day Professor Kogawa assigned you to help him after flying class, citing the lack of respect he's been showing to his broom and your good influence on classmates.

He saw this as his chance to impress you...and failed miserably as he was unable to focus and snapped at his broom in frustration, causing it to whack him in the face just as a group of Slytherins passed by.

They laughed and teased him relentlessly, but after scaring them off with a chomping cabbage...you realized Leander had disappeared.

But he didn't go far as you discover him sulking near the lake, hiding himself with the Disillusionment charm (which you cancelled with Revelio).

It's there he finally talks about his true feelings towards you, and you see a more vulnerable side to the typically uptight Gryffindor.

In the end, you decide to give him a chance.

#it's fair to say seb and leander are the most jealous lads ever #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy x mc #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #poppy sweeting #poppy sweeting x reader #leander prewett #leander prewett x reader #jealousy hcs #headcanons

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lesbolordo · 10 months

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Leander P. X Sebastian S. | Hogwart's legacy.

Second part.

"Until you give up."

"Sebastian refuses to moan for Leander. Leander doesn't give up easily."

Tags : Smut, hate sex (as always), semi public sex, Top Leander, Bot Sebastian, Cockdumb Sebastian, Big dick Leander, sex "friends".

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Coming from an empty classroom, could be heard the muffled moans of two boys.

Inside that classroom, were two boys no one expected to see together. Leander and Sebastian seemed to be going at it.

With how well Leander seemed to do as he fucked Sebastian, it surely wasn't their first time. The Slytherin boy was laying on one of the many desks, on his back, legs spreading more and more each time Leander's delicious cock left his hole only to burry itself even deeper.

Sebastian could feel each hit to his spot, and yet he didn't stiffle one moan. Or at least nothing too loud.

Leander seemed angry as he pounded again and again inside of the other boy. He was brutal and quick, a bit messy, his taller figure hiding Sebastian from the light of the moon coming through the windows. Each time his large cock hit his rival's guts, he let out a growl, angry and possessive.

Ties had been discarded a long while ago, shirts opened and pants taken off or pooling at their ankles. Leander's usually perfectly styled hair was messy, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and lean chest, sometimes pooling enough for a drop to fall on Sebastian's own sweaty body. Both had no idea of how long they had been going at it.

"-Fucking hell Sallow... Unusual words for the usually polite boy. Just give up already !

-Fuck off Prewett ! I won't !

-Just drop the act, moan already ! I know you're fucking loving this ! Sebastian refused to seem pleased by Leander's cock.

-No !"

The short and pants-filled conversation ended with an unsatisfied groan coming from Leander. They were rivals, practically ennemies, he knew that, but why was Sebastian refusing to abandon himself to the sweet pleasure he was offering him ? Was it so hard to do, to let himself be fucked out by Leander's cock, even when nobody was watching ?

The gryffindor was fuming. His hip thrusts became more brutal and quick, making the desk under them scrap on the floor, and Sebastian's eyes opened wide. Mouths agape, no sounds came out of the Slytherin's throat although his back was arched in such an arousing manner and his eyes were rolling back with each hard hit against that spot inside of him.

Some more thrusts, and Leander was groaning and panting, cock twitching as it painted Sebastian's insides white. The other boy also reached his climax upon feeling himself get filled up, and came all over himself more than he ever had when masturbating on his own. No moans left his kiss swollen lips.

The two stayed still for a long moment, post haze clarity making them feel weak and dizzy. Sebastian groaned, before weakly pushing back Leander's torso with his hand.

"-Let go, idiot...

-Hell no.

-What ?

-Not until you give up."

And just like that, the smaller boy was flipped onto his stomach on the desk, dirtying it with his seeds and feeling Leander's hard cock fill him up again. He didn't even have time to process it all, that the Gryffindor was pounding his ass with a newfound strenght, yet again. Surprised by the usually low in stamina boy's antics, Sebastian let out loud moans before he bit his lips and covered his mouth with his hands. Leander's chuckle made him become all red, more than he already was.

Something was different tonight, Leander was aggressive and mean. Sebastian loved it. He loved it when the red head grabbed his brown locks and pulled on them, making his body bend, back against his chest, like a doll for him to fuck. The Gryffindor's free hand found it's way to Sebastian's lower belly, pressing the flat of it against his warm, freckled skin, holding him in place. It was like he tried to feel his cock burried deep inside of Sebastian's stomach.

The smaller boy hardly realized that his feet barely touched the ground, that Leander was manhandling him so much his bottom's skin was beginning to feel sore, just like his scalp. And yet Leander didn't stop.

"-I'm not stopping, he groaned, until you're fucking moaning out my name like a bitch in heat. Until you're begging for my cock to fill you up more, until you're too fucked out to even remember your own name. His voice was predatory, his pupils dilated.

-K-keep dreaming- Boy..."

Sebastian replied weakly, eyes rolled back as Leander hissed and gave a particularly harsh thrust. But he didn't moan once, not even when tears rolled down his cheeks and saliva coated his chin, tongue lolling out and dick spurting out weak sprays of cum on the desk and the ground. After that, everything went black.

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It took Leander 4 more rounds to make Sebastian give up. But finally, Sebastian was moaning and yelling as if his life depended on it, as if Leander's cock was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The act had been dropped, the Slytherin had let the pleasure consume him, turn him into a cockdumb bitch, just like how Leander wanted him.

The red head didn't even have to move anymore, sitting on his chair, Sebastian was doing a good sloppy job at boucing up and down on his cock. Still, he granted the smaller boy some thrusts upward from time to time, making his cock fuck his own seeds back into the other boy's hole. It was a sight to see, Sebastian desesperatly holding onto Leander and rolling his eyes back each time his cock hit the right place.

Leander bit his lip, still fully lucid -unlike Sebastian-, and watched as his slut cried out in pleasure, not even caring about his dignity anymore, whatever and whoever they were, or their history. All he thought about was the cock pounding his insides, and his own cock twitching for yet another needed release. He didn't care that he hated Leander and that Leander hated him.

"-Tell me... He let out a loud pants from Sebastian's hole clenching around him. What's your name ?

-U-uh ? A-ah... mmnnh.. Y-yes-yes-yes !

-Say it. The red head's voice was demanding and stern.

-I-I..."

But how could Sebastian reply, think, when he felt so good ?

Leander had won.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #leander prewett #prewlow #sebastian x leander #sebastian sallow x leander prewett #this is sinful #I live for cockdumb Sebastian #If no one will write Prewlow #I'll do it myself #duh #I am the official instigator of Prewlow

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elinoracia · 11 months

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⁑ Someone else flirts with you // Hogwarts legacy characters reactions x reader ⁑

~ Hogwarts Legacy headcanons ~

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, f!reader, use of Y/N, not proofread, swearing (censored) Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Amit x reader, Poppy x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Leander x reader.

Feel free to request anything!

→ [All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more (7th year)] ←

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Context: Following the events that took place during the 5th year, you became more popular without really wanting it. A few people have started to take a closer interest in you. But you still only have eyes for one person since you arrived. However, a boy has started flirting with you and talking to you more and more often. His name is Spencer Rooks. Spencer is the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, also in 7th year. His soft blue eyes, freckles and blond messy hair could make anyone feel flustered around him. But he only has his eyes on you and the person you like took notice of that. Today, Spencer passed you a note to meet him after class. You chose to accept his offer and listen what he had to say to you. Someone seems to not be too pleased by that... (pre-relashionship)

THEIR REACTION:

Sebastian:

Oh he's pissed. You're his! Well...not yet but you are his! He tolerated Spencer's flirting for way too long. He has to intervene.

"Spencer, leave her alone. Can't you see Y/N is not interested?"

All means are good if it makes him leave you alone. But if Spencer insists too much to talk to you, Sebastian will definitely raise his wand at him. He's not scared to be in detention again.

"Let's leave Y/N. He's not worth you time at all." He takes your hand and leads you somewhere else.

"What a prick! Touching you like that and flirting with you. Trust me, he's not good enough for you."

You ask him if he's jealous and you see him frown.

"I am not jealous, I would just prefer if he didn't exist near you! I-I mean...I know you can take care of yourself but- I just don't like others around you that can't respect you."

He'll cross his arms and will stare into your eyes.

"Next time, tell him you're mine. Tell him you're my girlfriend. And if he tries anything, I won't need my wand to hurt him. Besides, I bet he only likes you because you're Hogwarts hero or something like that...NO! I'm not jealous! I just think you deserve better!"

He will make sure that everyone knows you're his, even if you're not yet in a relationship with him.

He WILL be more affectionate and touchy in public.

He's very possessive and will remind you that you both were best friends before you saved Hogwarts and the wizzarding world in general.

"I liked and still like you for you, don't fall for guys like Spencer who only notice you for what you did. He's an opportunist! And you deserve someone who can see how wonderful you are."

Ominis:

Now he is more discreet about his feelings for you and how he handles jealousy. But when Spencer asked you to meet him after class, Ominis couldn't let that happen. He realises he was too slow to be the first to ask you out and he had to do something...quickly.

"Y/N, is that true that you planned to meet Spencer after class? Well...I advice you to reconsider. He does not seem like a very proper gentleman."

You ask him if he's jealous. You see his cheeks redden.

"Jealous? Why should I be jealous Y/N? You obviously are too good for him. And he does not seem like the type of individual you would be into...isn't he?"

He is worried you are into another boy but he tries to keep his composure.

"I heard a few people gossiping about him. Apparently, he has a new girlfriend every month. You deserve to feel special Y/N."

This might be the first time he pays attention to meaningless gossips. But he just has to convince you not to give Spencer a chance.

"Besides, I might need your help after class to prepare myself for our next potion exam. My concoctions are still utter rubbish and you seem to be the only one who actually make me improve my skills."

Any reason is a good reason if it makes you stay away from the Hufflepuff.

He will sit next to you in every class to make everyone understand you are with him, even if you're not his girlfriend yet...

He will frown everytime he hears you talking to another guy. And if Spencer dares to speak to you, he will drag you away and find an excuse to justify it.

"I hope he was not bothering you. I can make the Headmater expel him if he tries anything inappropriate. Just tell me if anything happens."

He didn't mind boys talking to you but when Spencer got a little to close to you for his liking, he became a bit more protective of you. He doesn't want to let that happen again.

Garreth:

He is not usually the jealous type because he knows you're not interested by the other boys/girls who are flirting with you on a daily basis. But Spencer seemed to have your attention for some reason... And when Garreth is jealous, he is not very classy about it.

"What is going on with Spencer and you? I heard you two whispering during class. Since when the both of you are that close?"

You explain to him you planned to meet up with Spencer after class because he had something to tell you. You hear the red-haired boy scoff.

"I bet he'll confess to you...that idiot. Hum...please tell me you don't reciprocate his feelings?"

He'll try to invite you somewhere else so you don't join Spencer after class. He thinks he is being sneaky about it.

"Please I can't find those ingredients without you, it's very urgent matters! Screw Spencer! Besides, you'd rather spend time with me than him...right?"

You're making the poor boy anxious. He is scared you might find Spencer better than him.

"I can also play quidditch you know? And I bet Spencer is not a talented potionist like I am! I'm just saying..."

You ask him if he's maybe...jealous? He left you no time to finish your last word that he quickly retorts.

"Me? Jealous? Please Y/N, you can't be serious. Why would I be jealous? We're...friends... and he is just some guy. I simply don't want you to shift your attention on him and forget about me, alright?"

You try to reassure him with some light-hearted teasing that he was your favorite flirt and that you couldn't possibly forget about him, even if you tried.

"Well...now I know. Could you maybe repeat the part where you said you could never forget me?"

Amit:

He is really not the jealous type because he understands why and how popular you became. But when he is jealous, he does not dare to talk about it to not seem possessive or selfish. But the way Spencer acts around you doesn't sit right with him...

"Y/N? I hope you don't mind if I bring up a rather...private subject. It's about you and Spencer. I noticed you two during class... Are you perhaps- please stop me if you do not feel comfortable sharing- b-but are you two...together?"

You ask him if he's just curious or maybe... jealous? You see him stiffen at your question.

"J-Jealous? I'm really not! I swear! I just think he might not be the right fit for you... You deserve someone who sees you for who you really are; the shiniest star in the sky. Nothing less..."

You reassure him by certifying that you were not in a relationship with Spencer. You then explain he just asked you to meet you up after class to tell you something. You see Amit slightly frown.

"I...I don't think you should meet with him."

He then instantly apologizes. His facial expression is a mix between confusion and fear. He's torn between telling you not to go or let you do what you want...

Out of the blue, he gently grabs your hand.

"What if I said I also... wanted to see you? Who would you choose?"

You can't help but let out a small chuckle. Of course you would choose Amit over him...over anyone actually. But he is so cute when he is jealous. But you finally give in to his request.

"R-really? You'd rather be with me? Then let's go to Honeydukes after class! I could also let you try the new lense of my telescope!"

Seeing him compete for you attention definitely made you feel really hot... He is so adorable.

Poppy:

She is way too obvious when she is jealous. She just can't hide it. This Spencer boy is seriously getting on her nerves...Why can't he just leave you alone? She's the only one who has the right to be glued to Y/N!

"Hum...Y/N...Are you and Spencer a thing? Because he seems really interested and you don't seem to mind it. I-I'm just curious, that's all! You know you can tell me anything."

She looks nervous and you can see it. She is twisting a strand of her hair between her fingers.

You tell her that Spencer actually asked you to meet him after class. Seeing the look on Poppy's face, you might have actually thought she saw a ghost. She was petrified.

"M-Meet him after class? Does he like you? Do you think he'll confess? Oh Merlin... Do you like this guy?"

She bombards you with questions. You're trying your best to reassure her but she doesn't seem to focus on what you're saying. You then take her hands into yours to calm her down.

"I-I'm sorry. But, as your friend... of course... I am just worried this guy is just not any good for you at all. He doesn't seem like the type to treat you right or anything. And you're worth so much better!"

"And who do I deserve then Poppy?" You asked with a playful giggle. You like to see her all flustered. It was so cute.

"W-Well...maybe someone who like you before all the stuff that happened during 5th year...A-Anyway! It's not about that, we are talking about Spencer here!"

She pouts at your light teasing. She is so terribly obvious about how she feels.

You have to reassure her and tell her that you don't feel anything for the Hufflepuff boy. She lets out a big sigh of relief.

"Good...So...does that mean you're free after class? Wanna do something with me?"

Natty:

Now Natty is very mature and can handle her jealousy very well...that's what she thought until Spencer grew a little too close to you. She usually doesn't mind your multiple admirers but this time it felt different. She has to do something...

"Y/N, I was wondering... Spencer seems quite persistent. Maybe you need help to tell him off?"

You explain to Natty he actually became a good friend and that he wanted to talk to you after class. She keeps a neutral face, not wanting her emotions to get the best of her.

"That is good to hear. I wonder what he has to say to you."

Natty knew exactly what Spencer wanted to talk to you about. But she felt selfish... She was biting her tongue to not say anything more.

"I hope he is not in love with you Y/N. I heard he was quite a flirtatious guys and that he treated his ex-girlfriends very poorly... Yes those are gossips but sometimes they are right! Well...maybe he is just pretending to be nice to you for now, you know how boys are."

She would let you meet Spencer after school but she would overthink about what your response to his confession would be.

"So? What did he say? Tell me everything!" She was trying to keep a smile on her face but she was really really anxious.

As you explained to her, you see her gently relaxing her shoulders. You don't share the same feelings as Spencer, to her delight.

"That's good. He was not right for you anyway." You then dare to ask her why she was so happy you didn't reciprocated his feelings. She was taken aback.

"P-please don't think I was jealous. I just know you well enough to assume he was not your type at all. You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess."

She has never been more relieved you rejected someone. She will keep a close eye on you the next time someone talks to you. She can't let that happen again.

Imelda:

When she is jealous, she usually just bullies you. She hates to see you with other people no matter who they are. So, you can be certain that she cannot stand Spencer being all flirty and chatty with you.

"He just can't leave you alone, can he? Always trying to get your attention. It's so pathetic. Don't give him the time of the day, he's a twat."

You tell her that Spencer asked you to meet him after class. You see her almost explode of rage in front of your very eyes.

"What the f*ck? Who does he think he is? I mean, please let him embarrass himself, I know he doesn't stand a chance...right? Don't tell me you like him? Oh good...not that I care or anything, you do you."

You ask her if she's jealous. She lets out the meanest laugh you've ever heard. Ouch...

"Me? Jealous of him? I can prove it to you that I am, in fact, better than him. I'm also a MUCH better quidditch player. Just saying... Don't look at me like that! I'm not jealous! Just stop hanging out with him, that's all!"

She might sound agressive but she really just needs to be reassured.

"And you promised me to be there at every one of my quidditch practices. And if he doesn't like it, I'm not afraid to punch him in the throat and break his precious broom."

You notice how agitated she is by the fact that Spencer might like you. You say nothing to preserve peace but...how cute it was that she wanted to fight someone for you.

"Forget about him. You deserve a much better contenders for your love. You also deserves someone that is as good as me on a broom. Spencer is way too slow. Why are you smiling at me like that? What did I say?"

She'll make sure you only look at her during practice and during other classes. She'll make sure to remind you that she is the best person to hang out with you.

Leander:

Now he will go about it the hard way to keep people who are interested in you away. He usually straight up lies and tells everyone you are actually his girlfriend so nobody will flirt with you. But Spencer just directly asked you...not fair. He has to do something about it... and now.

"What? He asked you to meet him after class? Well...just don't go? Or tell him you have a boyfriend? Oh come on, it's just a little white lie."

He tries to convince you not to go. But you still want to hear what Spencer has to say.

"Okay but only if I go with you. I can't leave you alone with that creep. Do we have a deal?"

When you wait for Spencer after class, Leander was waiting with you. Leander just couldn't hold back the urge to mark his territory and show that you were his...not officially but in his mind your were his.

"So, please tell us what you wanted to say. Don't be shy."

Leander is touching VERY inappropriately while Spencer tries to speak. He runs his hands down your back, around your shoulders and…on your hips.

You want to stop it but you can't. You...like it. It makes you feel all nervous and you feel your cheeks redden.

At the end, the poor Spencer just gave up and excused himself from the conversation.

"I think he got the message. You're not interested by him and you'll never be. I was helpful, see? "

You scold him gently, telling him how innapropriate that was. He just smirks and chuckles at you. He's so childish...

"Oh don't pretend you didn't like it Y/N. Maybe I should do it more often, that seems to keep the others away."

You stroked his ego unintentionally.

But...what if...nobody stopped you from going?

Spencer:

He waits for you after class. He looks so nonchalent, you almost refuse to think he might confess to you.

"You came! What a relief. I just wanted to tell you that...I know that we've not been friends for long but...hum...I like you. I almost lost my last quidditch match because you were the only thing on my mind."

You were just speechless. Your face was burning up and your cheeks were red. He took notice of that.

"Sorry, I just blurted it out but I'm really serious. I like you Y/N. And if you just let me one chance to prove that I'm worthy of your affection, you won't regret it! Does it sound too corny? I just really like you sorry, I'm letting my heart speak for me right now."

The Hufflepuff's face was also red. He looks so sincere. His blue eyes staring right into yours.

"Do you need time to think about it? I can give you some space. I just... I would give you the world if you ask me to. You're just...so wonderful. But I'll give you the time you want to think about it! Or maybe we could go on a date? Just to make sure I'm your type."

He lets out tiny nervous chuckles as he speaks. He is a blushing mess and he is trying his hardest to speak clearly and not be overwhelmed by his emtions.

Will you give him a chance?

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choccy-milky · 2 months

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where clora goes, seb is never far behind🥰 (esp if she's with other boys LMAO) ((redraw of this scene from the show skam bc...its already just seb and clora))

#this is the second thing ive redrawn from the show skam...i think this means i need to watch it LMAO #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow fanart #hogwarts legacy fanart #sebastian x mc #leander prewett #clora clemons #choccyart

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atypicalamortentia · 3 months

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Breeding Kink

Synopsis - The boys and their breeding kinks.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 3.1K.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW has major baby fever all of the time and he isn’t afraid to let you know about these feelings either. “Wanna have a baby?” He asks, looking at you with a devilish grin. You look up at him from the book you’re reading with wide eyes, completely taken aback by his comment. When you don’t answer, he asks you again. “Wanna have a baby?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Sebastian sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Well I’ve been thinking of filling you up until your stomach bulges and you get pregnant with my babies.”

“Sebastian!” A gasp leaves your lips, however you don’t stop him from taking the book out of your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. Sebastian places a hand on your chest and pushes you down onto the sofa so you’re lying down on your back. Without hesitation, he straddles your waist while still grinning at you.

“That’s not an answer,” he sings before capturing your kiss into a passionate kiss. You don’t protest as his lips smash against yours. Instead, you kiss him back eagerly, discarding your clothes and throwing them all over the living room to find later. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he grins watching as you spread your legs wide for him. Sebastian leaned down to kiss your neck, slipping his cock up your glistening folds to lubricate himself before slamming inside of you in one fell swoop. A moan leaves both of your lips and he slowly begins to move himself inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to his large length. Your hand grips his forearms in an attempt to slow him down, but Sebastian doesn’t give up.

“Sebastian!” You groan loudly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Cum for me baby,” Sebastian growls in your ear. You can’t help but nod enthusiastically. Your fingers make their way to your clit and rub quick, yet calculated circles on the sensitive nub. Within seconds you were creaming around him, moaning his name on repeat. “Good girl,” Sebastian cooed, kissing your lips softly as he continued to smash his hips against yours. “Now, I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore okay? Got to get this beautiful stomach full of my babies.” You nod again, moaning loudly as Sebastian’s ruthless assault on your pussy continues until he’s a blubbering mess. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, if that was even possible, and you know that he’s about to explode. With a growl he cums deep inside of you, fucking it into you until he’s too sensitive to continue. “God you feel so good,” he groans, kissing the side of your neck as he pulls out of you with a slight pop/

Sebastian rolls off of you and stares at the ceiling, attempting to catch his breath. After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up, voice soft and shy. “Did you really mean what you said?” Sebastian looks at you, slightly confused. “About me getting pregnant. Did you mean it?”

Sebastian grins at you again. “Yes. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

“Well then. Maybe we can make it happen.”

OMINIS GAUNT is unsure about his newly found kink, afterall, he only wants to have a baby when you’re both ready. However, recently the thought of filling you up with his cum until you get pregnant hasn’t left his mind. You’re sitting at the dinner table when Ominis says to you, “do you ever want children with me Y/N?”

He takes a mouthful of food as you respond to his question. You don’t even need to think about it before you’re answering. “As long as they’re with you, I wouldn’t care if we had a litter.” You let out a soft giggle at your joke and look at the blonde who’s smiling at you playfully.

“Well, I’ve been thinking lately…” he mumbles slightly. “About getting you pregnant.”

“You have?” You ask, smiling widely at him. Ominis just nods as he pushes his plate to the side, a sign that he was finished eating. You never thought Ominis would want children, and you were okay with that, so to hear this was like a breath of fresh air.

“I keep thinking of running my hands over your body… Feeling your swollen belly in my hands and it just does things to me.”

You raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. “What sort of things?”

He leans in over the table. His milky eyes stare into your soul before he whispers to you, “come and find out.”

You stand up, shaking with anticipation as you walk over to him. When Ominis feels you within arms length, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips when you feel his painfully hard erection underneath your bottom and you can’t help but squirm lightly. Ominis sucks in a breath as you squirm against him and he can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet yours. “Ominis,” you whisper softly, moving your hips lightly against him.

You’re unable to say anything else before he commands you, “bedroom. Now.”

You jump off his lap and eagerly grab his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom. You push Ominis onto the bed, taking the position of command like you usually do in the bedroom and kiss him with fever whilst bucking your hips up against his straining erection. You undress each other quickly and without speaking until you’re both completely naked. Ominis’ hands trail over your body, cupping your breasts eagerly. Without warning you sink yourself onto his length and he lets out a loud moan as you slowly inch yourself onto him. Every time you have sex it always feels like the first time: from the burn of the stretch to the way he moans - it was like you’d never touched him before. You let out a breathy moan as you begin your movements, allowing yourself to feel the arousal swell up inside of you as your orgasm was fast approaching. Ominis bucks his hips up to meet yours in a haphazard way and although his rhythm was completely off, he was still able to get you cumming around him in no time. “Please. Please make me a daddy,” he whispers repeatedly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You nod and moan at the sensation, coaxing his orgasm from him until he’s painting your insides with his seed at an ungodly speed. When you finally manage to pull yourself off of Ominis, he growled lightly. His hands guide your hips back down onto him, signalling to you that he didn’t want you to move just yet.

“We’ll talk more about this later,” you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek softly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he says suddenly. “I want children. Your children. Let’s just do it.”

You find yourself grinning at him before bending down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “If you’re sure that’s what you want. Let’s do it.”

GARRETH WEASLEY doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until the first time he has sex with you. After that, he’s a complete goner. He knows he won't rest until you’re pregnant, that’s for sure. He doesn’t bring it up to you until a few months after your first time. One night he’s between your legs, tongue dancing out of his mouth and lapping at your clit just the way you like it. His fingers are pumping in and out of you, pushing you to your second orgasm of the night when he hits you with the, “wanna stuff you full of my cum until you’re good and pregnant.” Your ears are ringing from the pleasure you’re experiencing and you hardly hear him however, when his words register to you you’re moaning for more. Your legs tense up around his head as you cum all over his face and that has Garreth smirking like you’ve never seen before. “You want that, huh?” He asks as he trails wet kisses up your naked body. “Want me to make you a mummy baby?”

“Yes please,” you choke out, marvelling at how big his cock looked between your thighs. His tip was red, leaking pre-cum as he grasped the base and slid it between your sticky folds. A soft gasp left your lips as Garreth slowly pushed his cock inside of you. In his usual fashion, he gave you a few moments to adjust to his large length before he began pounding into you relentlessly. There was something about the idea of you being pregnant with his baby that turned him on like never before. His hands made their way to your stomach, palming softly as he envisioned you swollen with his DNA.

He kisses your neck, mumbling words of praises to you. “You’ll look so hot pregnant.” You’re unable to form words to reply as your back arches, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. “Everyone will know who you belong to when they see you full of my baby.” And just like that, you’re cumming again. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as your fingernails rake down his back, no doubt leaving red marks for you to admire later. After a few more seconds of viscous thrusting, Garreth is moaning your name while exclaiming loudly that he was cumming. You feel him fill you to the brim and you let out an exhausted, content sigh as Garreth kisses your forehead lovingly. He looks down into your eyes and smiles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breath out softly. “I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised that you want children with me,” you mumble, staring into his gorgeous eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the love of my life.”

Your eyes fill up with tears as you question him, “I am?”

“Of course you are. I love you Y/N, never forget that.”

LEANDER PREWETT realises he has a breeding kink the second he sees you holding an infant. Your best friend had just had a baby and invited you and Leander around to meet them. Your eyes had widened as you cooed at the tiny human and Leander was gone. When you get home, Leander watches as you sit down while he paces back and forth awkwardly. You raise an eyebrow out of concern and ask him, “what’s wrong love?”

“Listen Y/N… We’ve been together for a long time now,” he starts, and you feel your heart sink at his words. You’re fearing a break-up speech, but you weren’t prepared for what he was about to say. “And I think I might have a breeding kink.”

You blink rapidly at him and ask, “a breeding kink?”

“It means I get turned on by the thought of impregnating you,” he explained.

“I know what a breeding kink is Leander,” you roll your eyes and chuckle at him.

“Then-”

“How long have you known?” You ask softly, standing up and walking towards him.

“Only since today,” he says, holding his arms out to hold you. “Seeing you with the kid… It made me think that we should have one.”

“You’re joking right?” You ask, mumbling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his body. “I swear to Merlin Leander, if you’re joking I will kill you.”

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was probably the sweetest and most passionate kiss you had shared with him, ever. “No. No I’m not joking.” His hands trailed down to your breasts, cupping them gently. “I can’t stop thinking about how large your tits would get full of milk. How swollen your stomach would be…”

A moan escaped your throat at his words, arousal settling in your core as you allowed yourself to think about the changes that would occur to your body if you were pregnant. “Leander,” you whimper softly. “Don’t tease me.”

He nodded. “Okay princess.” He grabbed your hand and picked you up bridal style, walking quickly with you to your shared bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and you landed with an ‘oof’ before giggling up at him.

“Leander!” You shriek gently. He didn’t reply though, he just climbed on top of you, pushing you down and kissing you softly before removing your trousers. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“God look at you,” he mumbles, taking in the view of your naked body underneath his. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know if it would be possible, but you’d be more beautiful if you were pregnant.” You didn’t know how to respond to that, as sweet as it was, but you didn’t have a chance to before Leander was taking off his pants. His cock was painfully hard, standing straight to attention. You reach out to touch him but he batted your hand away playfully. “Not tonight baby, I wanna get to the main event.”

You blushed at his words and got on all fours for him - his favourite position. You shake your arse at him teasingly, showing him your dripping cunt. It was shameful how wet he got you and how quick he got you wet too. He lines himself up with your entrance, hands grasping your hips desperately as he pushes into you quickly. You let out a squeal and give him the go ahead to move. When he did, his pace was painfully slow. He wanted this to be loving, wanted to say that when you conceived your child it was slow and sensual. Leander’s movements were calculated, thrusting into you in a way that had you clenching around him. His fingertips prod at your clit, slowly circling it until you were creaming around his cock. It was embarrassing how quick he could make you cum. Your own orgasm had pushed Leander over the edge, the way your cunt clenched around him had his mind in a haze as he shot his load into your womb. He pulled out of you with a heavy breath and lay down next to you, head turning to the side to admire you.

“God Leander,” you whisper breathlessly. “That was something else.”

He laughs at you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to him. “I hope it worked.”

“Only time will tell,” you mumble as you close your eyes. It didn’t take either of you long to fall asleep, completely full of bliss. All you knew is that you’d definitely be having round two in the morning to make sure you got pregnant.

AMIT THAKKAR is really shy about his breeding kink. One night, you’re talking to him about the kinks you have when you decide to ask him about his. He stutters at first, not sure what to say when you giggle and say, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too.”

Amit finds himself fumbling over his words before he responds. “I have a kink about… impregnating you.”

“You do?” You ask with wide eyes. Amit just nods in response, too shy and nervous to say anything. You find yourself thinking for a moment. You had always wanted kids, ever since you were younger. You always played house with your dolls and thought about baby names for your future children. You knew Amit was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, so you thought why not. “Why don’t we give it a try?”

Amit is stunned. He really wasn’t expecting you to be so open about it. “Really?”

You nod. “I think the time is right to start trying for a baby.”

“You mean that?” Amit asks.

“Of course,” you remain smiling at him and that’s when Amit’s confidence grows.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom, anxiously anticipating what was to come. He slowly settles you down onto the bed, pushing you down so you’re laying flat on your back. Amit begins to undress you in a way that was almost teasing, carefully and slowly. You let out a soft moan as his fingers dance over your skin. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice a whisper. You nod your head as you begin to help him out of his own clothes, desperately tugging at them. “Here. I’ll help you,” he smiles, moving his hands away from your body to help you remove the final articles of clothing on his body. When you were both bare to each other, the air in the room was thick with arousal. Both of your eyes never left the other’s body and both of your hands began touching anywhere you could reach. Amit smiles down lovingly at you as he pumps his erect cock, shakily lining himself up with your tight hole. “You ready sweetheart?” He asks, slipping his cock between your folds and teasing your hole with his tip.

“Please!” You gasp, arching your back in an attempt to have his cock slide into you.

Amit nods and pushes himself inside of you, filling you completely to the brim. You let out the loudest moan as he begins to snap his hips against yours. He wanted this moment to last, but the way your cunt was clenching around him made it impossible. His fingers shakily worked at your clit, pushing you to your orgasm. You came over him, squealing in delight as your orgasm washed over you. Amit continues to fuck himself into you, thoughts of your pregnant body filling his mind as his cock hit your cervix again and again. When he came, your name left his lips in a gasp. He had never known himself to cum so much, pouring rope after sticky rope into your cunt. When he finally finished, he collapsed onto you kissing at your neck gently. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your neck.

“What for?” You ask breathlessly.

“For cumming so quickly,” he said shamefully.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him and shake your head. Your voice was soft and reassuring. “Amit, it’s okay.”

“I just couldn’t help it,” he groans, lips continuing to skim across your neck. “The thought of impregnating you was too much for me to handle.”

You chuckle again. “I’m glad you found it as enjoyable as I did.”

“I did,” he said breathlessly, pressing his lips to yours softly. “Give me a minute and we can go for round two.”

“Round two?” You ask with a grin.

“Well, we need to have sex at every opportunity if we want to get you pregnant,” he says, explaining it logically to you. You nod your head at him and open your legs again, fingers pushing in some of his cum that had dribbled onto your thigh.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

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