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Saint Valentine's Day was a holiday among the many that were celebrated during a student's time attending Hogwarts.
Pink, white, and red envelopes with hearts and shimmer floated the corridors, every passing moment, every turn of a corner - there would be a love confession or a collection of students snogging, simply hugging if you were lucky.
Although this year, as Headmaster Black had his wife visiting, the castle was to be decorated in an immense pink. Long pink curtains, pink streamers, pink lettering on signs, pink leaves and flowers growing on the trees, pink ornaments hanging.
Ominis hated it. He couldn't see it all if it weren't obvious enough. But the mere mention of the word pink had driven him partially mad from hearing it so often these few days.
The typical daylit chatter that bounced the walls of Hogwarts remained unnervingly calm on nights as thunderous as these. It was a late and rainy February evening in the Slytherin common rooms - an hour or so after dinner. Sebastian Sallow had a small crowd of his fellow housemates hunched between him and the large glistening window that peered into the lake.
Sebastian was ranting to the group about the hurdle of fifth-year girls who stopped him from exiting the great hall to gift him various assortments of chocolates, jellybeans - as they were his favorite, letters, and other different types of sugar. Also congratulating him on the recent Slytherin win, rightfully so as Sebastian was the team's Seeker.
An awfully exciting match for their fellow seventh-years as this was Slytherin's final year to compete head-to-head with the Gryffindors, years of rivalry written, so they took every game with the opposing house seriously.
Sebastian was meant to be studying with his fellow Slytherins, as that was the initial reason for them all to be huddled together. But he decided to speak of the love letters he received that past week as a better use of their time.
"And I found it so endearing how the fifth-year jumped around," Sebastian started again, popping a piece from his Peppermint Toad into his mouth; "She started freaking out because I smiled at her, can't say I blame her." He shrugged.
Ominis suddenly felt the urge to stand up and give Sebastian a proper backhand across that shining set of teeth.
"You're so full of yourself, Sebastian. I mean, five confessions today?" A housemate said, jealousy lacing his tongue.
"What can I say, I am indeed a charmer," Sebastian replied cooly. Ominis stopped his fingers along the page of his book, his features grimacing in the direction of Anne, in hopes she saw - or perhaps she was too busy; rolling her eyes at Sebastian from across the coffee table.
"Would he even consider getting with a fifth-year, that's the question we should be asking." Imelda Reyes spoke from her parchment, at Anne's side, the neat handwriting being interrupted as she returned her quill to the jar of ink - intertwining herself into the conversation. Taking a Cockroach Cluster from the pile of sweets Sebastian laid out to share with his friends.
"Merlin, no! I'm not sure any seventh-year would." Sebastian scoffed "Besides, there's plenty of girls in our year. I mean- I say that, but it's not as if I'd get with any of them either." His lips pulled into a thin line as he squinted his eyes in preparation for his mates' reactions.
A couple of groans from the male housemates were heard, Ominis' included, his head shamelessly turning away from Sebastian. Sebastian side-eyed him, watching his nose scrunch in annoyance. "You've got your pick at a handful of proper fit girls and you're not even bothered?" One screeched.
"To be completely honest, I'm not sure I'm looking for anything at the moment. Even in the spirit of the season. I think I'm too caught up with Quidditch." Sebastian said, placing the last of the chocolate in his mouth, dusting his hands off beside him.
"Sebastian, you've spent the past hour talking about your Saint Valentine's Day gifts as an act of refusal to study with the rest of us. Just for you to end it off with 'Oh, but I forgot to mention that I don't want a relationship, I simply adore bragging'." Ominis bitterly spoke from Sebastian's left on the emerald green couch.
Sebastian smirked in his direction, his eyes rolling to the ceiling and returning to the floor. He cocked a brow at his mate; "Gaunt, am I sensing jealousy from thy tongue?" His mockingly posh accent slightly enforcing the ends of Ominis' lips to twitch upwards.
"Why should I be jealous?" Ominis closed his book, resting it on his thighs as his feet gently tapped the wooden floors beneath him. "Enlighten me, Sallow."
"You're merely jealous I've been getting love confessions left and right and, I'm yet to hear of you having received a single one," Sebastian grinned, placing an arm behind Ominis on the headrest of the couch, his thumb massaging Ominis' clavicle. "Saint Valentine's Day is just around the corner, must I remind you."
Ominis felt his stomach physically recoil at the mention of that holiday. "Oh please, you're so arrogant, Sebastian. I've received letters, surely we've all received at least one. We simply don't flaunt them at every study session."
Sebastian's arm lightly jolted, his heartbeat quickening with anxiety, although he didn't believe it coming from Ominis; "You've received letters this week as well?" Ominis bit himself back from smiling.
"What, are you jealous?" Ominis spoke with a mocking tone, his head dipping side to side with every word.
Anne suddenly spoke up, "We all have Sebastian, now could you shut up about it all, we're all to grow ill if we hear you speak of yet another girl." She stomped Sebastian's shoe from beneath the table, enough to make him whine in pain and retract his arm from behind Ominis.
"Who are you talking about when you say we, Anne, I haven't received a letter yet." A girl said, her friend shrugging from beside her. "Must be a common thing for the Sallows, or dare I say - Mr. And Ms. Popular."
"Or a Quidditch team thing," Imelda suggested, growing bored of the conversation and returning to her parchment. The girls nodded in agreement. Earlier in the session - Imelda was complaining about the Gryffindor Leander Prewett giving her a letter. Not a love confession, as it sprayed her with vinegar, bold shimmering letters stating 'Got you' with a menacing maroon.
There was not a doubt in Ominis' mind that the Quidditch team members would be immensely popular, even more so this week. Sebastian was the Slytherin Seeker, Anne was the Keeper, and Imelda was one of two Beaters. Ominis would be lying if he were to say he had never gone to any games, wrong. He had gone to every game.
"But Ominis isn't a part of the team," The same girl questioned; "I've seen him receive a fair amount of treats this week, surely he's to gain more the day of."
"That's right, Ominis was held back after Potions the other day by some Hufflepuff." A guy elbowed his friend beside him.
"That was a day you had detention, Sebastian." Imelda cut in. "No wonder you haven't seen him, surely he's received more than you." That wasn't true.
Ominis was popular, but not as popular as Sebastian, Imelda merely enjoyed seeing Sebastian riled up. She said it helped him in their games.
Sebastian's mouth gaped open, clocking the direction of his head to Ominis, who was conserving a grin and shrugging, his arms raising to his shoulders.
"You've been holding out on us? Do share with the class, Gaunt." Sebastian felt a few twangs of jealousy as they struck him at the thought of Ominis receiving letters. Though, he shouldn't have disregarded the idea completely. Ominis wasn't awful looking.
"NO." Anne scowled from across the table, "I'm sick of hearing about this holiday from you." Anne's hair which was swept over her shoulder, now came resting atop the table as she had shaken her head in frustration.
Sebastian pursed his lips, "Technically, Ominis was about to talk about it, I wasn't."
Ominis scoffed, "Could we change the topic?"
Imelda suddenly perked up, "We have a game against Hufflepuff next week, I say we talk strategy."
"Yuck, sports. Forget I asked." Ominis stuck his tongue out slightly; "That's where I'll be taking my leave, goodnight everybody." Ominis abruptly stood from his seat, tugging his wand from his robe and trotting from the group.
Ominis heard his companions call their farewells as he descended from the huddled corner, Anne and Imelda making kissing noises as they watched Sebastian stand and follow in his footsteps.
Sebastian stood and trailed behind his friend, "We still have to talk about you receiving letters!" He called out for him. If he was expecting a response, he was mistaken to believe he'd gain one.
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Sebastian and Ominis sat across from each other in the beds of their shared dorm room. Seventh-years were allowed duo rooms per a request delivered to Professor Weasley, which worked out perfectly for the pair, as they felt they only really needed each other. That and Ominis being the anti-morning person he is; refuses to be woken up by anyone other than Sebastian.
"So," Sebastian suddenly spoke up; "If I may ask. Who was the mysterious witch or wizard who gave you the first letter you mentioned?"
Ominis simply shrugged, turning the page in his book and feeling the dotted sentences beneath his callused fingers. "I don't know, you'll have to figure it out." Earning a groan from the boy afront him.
"Ominis why must you be so damned stubborn," Sebastian approached the four-postered bed; "I tell you of every confession I receive!"
"I'm honored." Ominis flatly replied, Sebastian, grumbling at him in protest.
"Don't I get a small hint? I'm your best mate after all?" Ominis pondered for a moment, gazing his eyes to where he heard Sebastian's voice.
"Well, if you must know. He is a Gryffindor, and his name is Garreth. I'm to assume you know who I'm speaking of?"
Ominis was slightly taken aback by Sebastian's sudden silence, the creaking of the wooden pillars abruptly stopping, the rocking from Sebastian shifting back and forth against the mattress going still. The silence grew deafening, "Seb? Did you leave?"
Ominis brought his hand to reach for his wand, the dip in his mattress afront him stopping him in his tracks. "Seriously? Weasley? Out of all of the guys... Yet he's the one to ask you out?" Ominis stifled a chuckle.
"What, not a fan of his?" Sebastian groaned at Ominis' conceited smile, his palms dipping the mattress at Ominis' lower thighs.
"What exactly did the letter say? Anything... worth sharing?" Sebastian cautiously worded his sentence. Ominis shut his book lightly, pushing it to his nightstand.
"It didn't say much, he invited me out." Ominis rested his weight on his elbows, propping one foot to push against Sebastian to keep him in place, "I'm not sure I should accept his other offer..." Ominis' voice turned soft, the typical posh accent was now less prominent.
"Which is?" Sebastian said intently.
Ominis shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. Sebastian felt a familiar feeling arising in his gut. Jealousy. He had felt this particular feeling in the past, although he didn't wish to admit it.
He'd overhear girls gawking at Ominis as he passed by, a few guys too. And he wouldn't deny his wandering eyes when it came time to change into school robes, or out of them.
Ominis was handsome, to say the least, with neatly combed hair he helped him style every morning as he couldn't see what he was doing. Sharp prominent cheekbones, moles scattering his neck and kissing his chiseled jaw, his cheekbones not missing out either.
His long curtains of lashes fluttered early in the mornings when it came time to wake him up, the same way they did late at night when he drifted off to sleep.
Ominis had always been breathtaking. But there wasn't a doubt in Sebastian's mind that he had matured into his strong bone structure over the years.
Sebastian gloated about the various girls that attempted at seducing him in hopes Ominis would command him to shut up by placing his lips against his own, lost in the way his mouth tasted so he'd never breathe the actions of another girl for the years to come.
But Ominis never did.
Sebastian felt as if this was finally his opportunity to call Ominis his. To call him his own and make sure every person in the room was aware of such.
"Well, I don't kiss and tell, do you?" Ominis used his right leg to push Sebastian's arms away from his lower half, earning a sound of disapproval from the brunette.
There was no way he genuinely went out with Weasley, Sebastian thought. Ominis was bluffing.
"You're lying. Are you trying to make me jealous, Gaunt?" Sebastian's voice dropped a few octaves, his arms reaching for the sides of Ominis' hips against the mattress.
"I might be. But it's working, isn't it?" Sebastian's eyes grew darker, his brows knitting together as he leaned in closer. "Nothing wrong with a little white lie." Ominis teased, his words sounding innocent and small. But Sebastian knew he was trying to rile him up.
"Ominis Gaunt, you are such a tease." Sebastian coldly said, one of his palms holding Ominis' Ilium.
Ominis' heart began beating faster, nearly skipping a beat from feeling Sebastian's warm hand against him. His breath got trapped in his throat, suddenly at a loss for words as Sebastian's hand traveled up to the edge of his navel.
Ominis quickly pulled away, Sebastian's hands pulling away and resting beneath his chest as he watched Ominis sit upright. He watched him fold his legs behind himself, arching his back as he crawled in front of Sebastian - their faces now inches apart.
"What happened to all of those girls from before?" Ominis breathlessly spoke, insecurities being heard from his sentence.
Sebastian leaned in, making sure that Ominis would feel his hot breath with every exhale; "They mean nothing to me. It's you. It's always been you. It'll always be you. I can't remember a time when it was anybody else but you, Ominis."
No more words needed to be exchanged for Ominis to eagerly push his mouth against Sebastian's. Their lips met in the middle, Ominis' body slowly shifting to sit with his legs against Sebastian's chest, Sebastian swallowing a small emitted moan from Ominis as he placed his hands on his middle.
The erupted noise gave Sebastian enough space to slide his tongue into Ominis' mouth, earning more muffled mewls from the boy as he allowed himself to be laid down against the comforter.
Sebastian pulled his head back, shaky breaths from his mouth as he marveled at the sight; Ominis' cheeks were glowing a fierce crimson, the cream of his skin color clashing. His eyes were struggling to stay open, while his mouth was struggling to stay closed. His pants were noticeably growing tighter, hitting Sebastian's thigh.
"Every time I mentioned another girl, it was in the hopes you'd grow jealous," Sebastian admitted.
Ominis breathlessly smiled; "Fortunately for you, it worked." Sebastian ran a hand against Ominis' nape to tug his hand through his blonde locks - to get a better angle at leaving as many kisses and bites as he knew he wouldn't regret them later on. The way his face scrunched up in amusement had Sebastian reeling.
Sebastian pressed sloppy and wet kisses to Ominis' lips, which he eagerly returned, their shared saliva trailed down as Sebastian suckled down his cheek, savoring the taste of his skin as he breathed in the aroma of his neck.
His lips suddenly chewed on Ominis' pale and bare neck, the white clash of skin becoming dark shades of purple as his mouth ventured into every crevice. Ominis might have realized he was kissing to bruise had he not been so caught up in pleasure, bucking his hips against Sebastian's in an attempt to gain more friction between the two of them.
He wished to devour Ominis then and there.
"You don't know the things I would do to you if only you'd let me." Sebastian aired out, humming against the crook of Ominis' neck and shoulder.
Ominis nodded, silently raising his arms above his head - crossing his wrists, and clutching his fingers into fists. "I'll- I'll let you... Whatever you want. My one condition... is don't stop."
A part of Sebastian was growing cautiously aware of Ominis' responses and actions, wondering where he had learned to confide in such ways - in situations as these. Another twang of jealousy arose in his lower half, thinking back to his secret relationship with the Gryffindor.
But the other part of Sebastian was reeling and completely starstruck at the tone of voice he had used along with the labored breaths of air interrupting his speech. Including the way, Ominis had raised his right leg and put his knee between his legs.
Sebastian sat up, his thighs possessively cradling Ominis against the mattress - his hands reached for Ominis' chest, his hands slowly toying with the buttons that held his robes together.
Sebastian was making Ominis wait. His hands trailed down to tug the thick materials off of his body, leaving only his slim white shirt and green tie, and trousers to match the disregarded waistcoat. He admired the sight of Ominis beneath him, soft pleading whimpers urging him to go faster, to touch him, to continue what they once did seconds before.
"Sebastian," Ominis gasped, "Please just- get on with it." A sense of urgency was lacing his sentence as his throat whimpered, one leg reaching up to rub against his tight erection as Sebastian was refusing to acknowledge it. Sebastian hated the way his body reacted to the action.
"Get on with what?" He spoke, his voice low - dangerous.
Ominis whined beneath him, throwing his head against the pillow. He had always been stubborn, and if he wanted something, you'd have to figure it out rather than hear it directly from him.
"If you want me to do something, you'll have to use your words. I may love the sounds you make, but it doesn't qualify as consent to proceed." Sebastian slowly buckled his hips against Ominis', the slow movement causing the boy beneath him to mewl out a string of whimpers.
"Sebastian..." Ominis began; "I want you to touch me."
Sebastian placed his hands to where Ominis had his wrists crossed, "Touch you in what way?"
Ominis was growing impatient. His lower half was begging for attention and Sebastian was completely ignoring it. He was searching for a response but his throat was at a loss for words, only small whimpers came.
Ominis leaned into the side of Sebastian's head, "The faster you finish me off, the faster you can get me on my knees." Ominis coyly whispered, his teeth mouthing Sebastian's earlobe.
Sebastian suddenly felt possessive as he pushed a hand against Ominis' chest, the velvety fabric of his shirt wrinkling as his fingers locked around a fistful. "Where did you learn to say such things?"
Ominis shrugged, pushing his chest in closer to Sebastian, his lips tracing along his Platysma with soft kisses. "Teach me new things." He rumbled against his skin.
Sebastian shifted his hands and tugged off Ominis' tie, effortlessly popping the buttons and trailing the warm fabric off of his shoulders to discard the shirt off to the side, along with the forgotten robes.
He sat Ominis against the wall - his thighs still straddling him as he tugged off his shirt and threw it off to the side as well. Admiring the breathless boy beneath him, whining at him to hurry up.
Sebastian began grinding down against Ominis, their tight trousers meeting had Ominis biting his bottom lip to conceal a string of obscenities. Sebastian gripped Ominis' jaw, tugging it open; "Let me hear you." Earning a nod from the boy in response.
Sebastian hesitantly trudged off of Ominis, his lips trailing down his ribs, down his navel, and finally; to the waistband of his trousers. "May I?" He lifted his head.
Ominis eagerly nodded his head, his hands reaching up to run through the brunette's hair. Sebastian shook his head, clutching one of Ominis' wrists; "Use your words, Om."
"You may, Merlin- Sebastian just, please!" Ominis breathed out, Sebastian shaking his head once more - growing more agitated as he took Ominis' other wrist.
"I only want you yelling out my name." He said lowly, his hands already undoing the belt - the button, and finally exposing his tight erection to the cold air; Ominis shivered.
His trousers made a thick clunk as they hit the floor, as they were discarded where the rest of his clothes had gone.
Sebastian's hand had clutched the shaft, Ominis whimpering at the warm touch. His fingers overlapped as he wrapped his entire hand around the base, teasingly slow as he pulled his hand down towards the head. Ominis hummed, leaning the weight of his head against his shoulder.
"You've got moles here too, they match the ones on your face." Ominis felt his face heat up, he moved his foot to begin pushing at Sebastian's waistband. If feeling his hands against him felt this good, he wondered how it would feel inside of him.
"Don't- say thing's like that." Ominis said through labored breaths, "Mm- you know it's meaningless to me."
"I think it's cute." Sebastian smiled, looking up at Ominis through his lashes. His mouth was open, his eyebrows were furrowed together - his eyes closed, his chest was moving up and down quickly, and he was drooling.
He saw that his moles stood out more with the cherry red his face was. He realized he had a lot of moles, all over. He thought it was adorable.
Sebastian began picking up the pace, slower near the head as his thumb played with the foreskin, using Ominis' pre-cum to slide along him easier.
"Sebastian," Ominis loudly moaned, his hand reaching for Sebastian's hair again as he leaned in close to his chest, mouthing one of his nipples.
Ominis suddenly felt a sensitivity he had never experienced before. He had touched himself, sure, but he had never thought of his nipples as pleasure enduring. Nonetheless, his mouth began confirming Sebastian was doing everything right.
Sebastian continued his quickening pace, his mouth biting down on the skin to earn more noise from Ominis. He thought of it as a sort of reward - he had always imagined what Ominis would sound like moaning out his name.
Sebastian wanted to hear more of it. So, he pumped his fist faster.
"Mm-! Sebastian," Ominis mewled, saliva dripping down his lips, beginning to grow dizzy from the amount of pleasure. Sebastian mouthing his nipples, one hand toying with his balls - the other pumping him dangerously fast. Along with the little compliment he threw in.
Sebastian trailed up Ominis' chest, sucking on his soft skin and emitting noises of his own, feeling Ominis tug his hair, and hearing the blanket beneath them shift. Along with Ominis' moans filling the desolate room.
Sebastian's tongue took in the salty taste of Ominis' sweat, beads going down his neck, and the way his thighs started to shake driving him to squeeze on Ominis' balls harder - begging him to release.
"Sebastian!" Ominis yelled out; "I'm about to..." He winced, feeling Sebastian take the tip into his mouth, putting his right hand on his left hip.
Sebastian used his tongue to mess with the head, playing with the skin and hallowing his cheeks around as he began to bob his head upwards.
Sebastian's warm mouth around him, his nails digging into his thigh, the saliva he left on his neck now turning cold. Ominis couldn't help it as he let his warm ropes of cum release into Sebastian's mouth, Sebastian immediately sucking to savor every taste, pushing Ominis' balls to release more.
Once there was no more to swallow, Sebastian pushed his lips onto Ominis', Ominis scrunching his nose at the salty taste of his semen against his tongue. He let out a soft sound of approval as Sebastian cupped his jaw, his thumb rubbing loving circles into the skin.
"Are you still thinking about Garreth?" Sebastian said after controlling his breathing.
Ominis' cheeks flared the same crimson from before, his lips tugging upwards to present Sebastian with a toothy smile; "Definitely not after that." Sebastian kissed the corner of his mouth. "Are you going to read those letters the group of fifth-years gave you?"
"Merlin no, especially now that I've got something better." Sebastian kissed Ominis once more, Ominis smiling against his lips.
"You make it sound as if I'm a sort of object."
Sebastian shrugged, "That's simply not true, I'd keep you in my pocket if you were."
Ominis rolled his eyes, "Wow, what a gentleman this one."
Sebastian ran his flushed cheek against Ominis' "Thank you, I'm aware."
Ominis pulled a blanket from the headrest of the bed and waved it over the two of them, ignoring the different bodily fluids they never cleaned from themselves.
"Aw, what about me, Om?" Sebastian pouted as he laid down beside Ominis, pulling him atop his body. Although he didn't mind he didn't get anything in return, as seeing Ominis in the sweaty state he was in was enough to keep him content.
"Give me time to think of what I'll do to you tomorrow?" Ominis hummed into Sebastian's neck, beginning to suck and bruise him in the same manner he had done earlier in the evening. "Don't believe I'm unaware of the marks you left on me."
Sebastian winced, feeling Ominis' teeth sink in; "I thought I was discreet about that."
"Not for the slightest." Ominis shook his head, pushing some hair out of his face, as it all came forward and framed his face with long curtains as their session went on. "People will talk, you are aware of that, right?"
Sebastian pulled Ominis closer by the waist, "Let them." He tucked a few blonde strands behind his ear, Ominis smiling against his neck.