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Sebastian stood at the lake and watched the stone skip over the surface twice before it sank. What could he do to confirm if Ominis knew it was him? Right, nothing. So he shoved it all the way to the back of his mind. It was no use to ruminate about this. He picked up another rhinestone, and the thought came right back. Maybe he should try to talk to him after all. He threw the pebble. No. That was out of the question.
“Sallow. I have been looking for you. Shouldn’t you be on the bathroom floor by now?”
He ignored the voice and picked out another stone, which wasn’t so easy since he had already used up a lot of the really flat ones. Did Ominis tell him, or did they all know by now anyway? He wasn’t even sure he wanted an answer to that. For a moment, he envied the stone. Why could it not be so simple, make a few jumps, leave a good impression and then disappear.
He sighed and turned around, realising the other had no intention of leaving him alone.
“What is it, Prewett? Did you come here for a swimming lesson?”
He was still coming closer. And he tried hard to conceal his wand in his sleeve.
“Can’t a guy just want to enjoy the view?”
Sebastian’s hand wandered to his wand before he even saw the other move. In a second, he had him disarmed with his hands up.
“Relax, I just wanted to talk.”
“Sure. Did you think sucking cock would weaken my duelling skills? What was your plan, may I ask?”
He blushed but only repeated that he had wanted to talk.
“Did you want to fuck me? Stupor!”
Being thrown on his back seemed to catch him by surprise.
“I didn’t… That wasn’t what I wanted.”
“What then?”
The wand was pinning his shirt now.
“Just… just wanted to see if- I wouldn’t have… I only wanted to duel, I thought I might have a chance to beat you if I caught you unaware.”
Sebastian scoffed.
“Sneaking up on me like that? What a noble victory it would have been. Very Gryffindor of you,’ he straddled him,’ I don’t believe you. What did you really want?”
He opened and closed his mouth again a few times, but ultimately, he gave away nothing more than his flushed face conveyed. There was no way Sebastian would get a coherent answer from him now. It was still a nice distraction. He caught his jaw with his free hand and forced him to look at Sebastian.
“Where’s that lion’s bravery now? Come on. Say it out loud.”
Through clenched teeth, Leander finally asked why he should do that.
In response, he moved his wand over the shirt and up to his neck, caressing the throat of the boy below him.
“Because I want to hear the truth, and anything else would make me very unhappy. Do you need a better reason? Do you want to find out if the other rumours about me are as true? Do I know dark spells?” He leaned down to whisper in his ear now. “Do you want to find out which ones?” He used a wordless one that heated his wand enough that it must have been uncomfortable to have it pressed against one's skin.
Leander gulped.
Sebastian lifted the wand and moved a bit against him. He was just trying to make himself more comfortable, but, interestingly it seemed to stir something in - not gay at all - Leander.
“I came here because I thought I could make you confess that it’s you.” The words came so fast that it sounded like they had been waiting to escape for a while now. “The others don’t believe me. I needed evidence. That is all. I swear.”
“Seems like you have some first-hand experience with my talents. Did you enjoy it?”
Leander scowled.
“I’m not gay.’ His hand quickly went up while he spoke, trying to get hold of Sebastian’s wand, but he dodged him.
“Of course not. You’re just rock hard right now because you’re thinking of some cow who gave you pretty eyes, probably.”
“Aren’t you the one who grew up on a farm?”
“Incarcerus.”
“Ey,-“
Bound by the ropes shooting from Sebastian’s wand, Leander looked less cocky immediately.
“The truth now, Prewett.”
“Maybe I played with the thought that I could blackmail you. Keep your secrets in return for, er, favours you don’t grant the others.”
“Favours? Now that is a fancy way to say you want your dick in my arse.”
“But you like that stuff, don’t you? Would it be so bad if you let me try-“
Sebastian had had enough, and smacking someone’s face felt good. Especially, the one of this obnoxious twat.
“If I wanted that from you, you’d know. Stop with the assumptions.”
He knew what he wanted to do was wrong. Accusing one of one thing and then doing the same. It would be fucked up. He didn’t want to be like him. He looked at Leander with disgust. But the lump in his throat has gotten smaller since the interruption and this was so much better than thinking about Ominis.
He started to open Leander’s trousers while he still held his wand to his neck.
“Come on then. Your chance.”
After a quick look around to make sure they were still alone, he started to move slowly, grinding their growing erections against each other through their thin linen trousers. Leander gulped.
“You want to fuck? Why now?” Despite the wand, there was more curiosity than fear in his voice.
Because it’s a better distraction than tossing pebbles.
When Leander’s cock was revealed Sebastian couldn’t help but compare it to Ominis’. About as long as his own but of less girth, nothing against what his friend had to offer. Still, it would scratch the itch. Leander looked at him like he seriously expected an answer. Sebastian just scoffed and tossed aside his shirt. To get out of his trousers, he would need to put aside his wand. He realised it was anything but smart or safe, but he figured Leander had no reason to attack him now. He saw how the other was savouring his body with his eyes and decided to take the risk. After getting out of his trousers and watching Leander try to get out of his even faster, he used a simple spell to produce some lube and then wrapped both their wands in the clothes, tossing them out of reach.
“Lie down on your back again.” Even without a wand, it turned out to be quite easy to command Leander around, he noticed with some satisfaction. Sebastian straddled him and Leander continued with some comments about his body, flattering nonsense that fell on deaf ears, instead he focused on the feeling of the firm grip with which Leander’s hands gripped his waist. He reached with his lubed fingers to stretch himself and get himself ready quickly. Leander held his cock with eager anticipation all over his face, looking forward to aligning it with his hole and finally claim this part of his body too. Sebastian recognised it, remembering how it had felt in his mouth, he felt hot at the thought of how much he had enjoyed feeling the thick vein against his tongue.
Despite his sweet words, Leander didn’t appear to appreciate a slow start. As soon as he was inside he pushed in as deep as he could and soon was drilling into his minimally prepared hole as if he wanted to get back at him for being threatened. Or getting punched in the face, maybe that too. Sebastian closed his eyes, it hurt just enough to get his mind blank for a minute.
“This is so much better than your mouth.”
Sebastian could feel the blood rushing to his face.
“Can’t you shut up for a second?”
He was so annoyed by the other’s prattle, he was tempted to get a hold of his wand again, but when Leander indicated to change positions, he followed along. This way, he wouldn’t have to look at his face at least. Leander pulled him down, holding him in place with one hand and giving his cock a half-hearted tug.
“Not very responsive, is it?”
“Shut up, for fuck’s sake, Leander, just shut up.”
Abruptly, the hand retreated, and he felt it tighten around his throat instead.
“I talk as much as I want, Sallow. And if I want to recite ‘A History of Magic’, I’ll do that. Come on now, don’t make me do all the work.”
The rough grip made it harder to breathe. It came with a rush Sebastian had not expected. He was getting slightly light-headed, but he did his best to do as he was told and moved to fuck himself harder.
“You pathetic shit. Look how hard you are right all of a sudden.”
Of course he was. It was insanely intense and degrading and everything he needed to give his mind the break it needed so much.
“Do you want to come?”
“‘No,” he brought out when Leander loosened his grip slightly, “not yet.”
Leander moaned.
“Good.”
He could feel him tense up before he released inside him. Sebastian’s own, painfully hard, cock got only a little slap.
“Get up.”
“Real classy, Prewett.”
Leander cleaned himself up and got presentable in no time, while Sebastian still felt a bit dazed. He knew he should get dressed. He was at the lake, naked, he realised, as if only coming back to reality slowly.
“If you want to fuck or something, well, you know where to find me. Or better, I’ll find you. Would love to fill that hungry mouth of yours again next time,” Leander said with a smirk, “Maybe I’ll bring some friends along then.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes and got up, noticing for the first time how cool the air had gotten, he quickly gathered his clothes. He made sure he got his wand again, and while he slipped into his clothes he watched the other boy walk away. Maybe he should get back to the castle. Perhaps he could finally get some sleep.