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Ominis was on his way to the so-called meeting place. He felt a thrill running through his body as he got closer. Why was he even nervous, he only wanted to check if the rumour was true. What would he do if it was? Well, he would try it, of course, there was no reason to lie to himself. It intrigued him that the other guy wouldn’t see him at all. Nothing but that one part of him to be precise. With that, he could live.
When he reached the bathroom he went straight to the stall on the far right. If he remembered it correctly, he was supposed to tap his wand against the wall, where he, well, where the height was right. He didn’t really expect something to happen, did he? Standing there with his wand out felt only a little ridiculous. But when he wanted to tap it again, his wand seemed to melt into the wood. He reached out to confirm the round hole that had formed. He heard something from the other side now and he drew in a sharp breath, someone was presumably getting down on the floor. It suddenly hit him how uncomfortable and likely dirty the floor had to be.
While he opened his trousers, he wondered what kind of person would be on the other side. Who would find pleasure in this? Whether he did it for pleasure or something else, in this moment he was nothing but a wet and warm place, hopefully ready to welcome him. Without time for any doubts, he guided his semi-hard cock through the hole. When he heard a gasp from the other side, he had to suppress a comment. He knew his was big, he didn’t have a direct comparison of course, but the lads talked. And one time Sebastian had made a rather crude comment in the shower. He felt a sudden urge to reassure the stranger. That he didn’t really expect him to take in all of him and that he understood if he – but then wetness already enveloped his tip. And besides, he didn’t want his voice to give him away, did he?
Sebastian had not expected to see him of all people here, but he didn’t let the shock stop him from treating him like everyone else. He reached out with his tongue to lick what was presented to him. It was gorgeous. Smooth and well groomed. He made sure it was nice and wet before taking him into his mouth as far as he could. Which right away still wasn’t far, even after all the practice. His throat still needed some time to relax enough before it could become a proper fucktoy. He felt his own cock yearn for some attention. More than usual. Without a doubt, this could primarily be attributed to the fact to whom the cock in his mouth belonged to. It was his friend and the descendant of Salazar Slytherin who was just about to make him gag on his length.
When he started to suck him, he noticed Ominis wasn’t even completely hard yet. Sebastian closed his eyes let it slide in as deep as possible. The pressure of that barrier Ominis had yet to cross combined with the sounds Sebastian made inevitably were enough to make him twitch and stiffen. What he didn’t expect was that it also made him more demanding. It seemed Ominis had a taste for this. The muscles in his throat still protested, but Sebastian had learnt to act against his instincts and stayed in place, like the good lad he hoped to be. When he had to breathe he didn’t let him fully escape the enclosure of his lips, he breathed through his nose and started to moan.
He wondered what Ominis would say to him if he dared to speak. He so wished he would. Some did. Most called him nasty things, they could be sure that even if he should recognize them, it wouldn’t matter. Whom could he tell without revealing himself? Who would believe it anyway? There were words of praise as well of course, often when they compared his performance with their girlfriend’s.
Finally, he managed to get him into his throat. And he started to move. Too hard, too hasty. Sebastian felt his throat contracting and had to back off again. But only briefly. Until the urge to prove himself took over again and he opened wide in an effort to take that cock so deep it would make his eyes water.
To hear Ominis moan while he was pushing into him was too much to bear untouched. Sebastian desperately fumbled for his own cock now, wanting to pleasure himself to thought of all the things Ominis didn't say. Would he tell him he was doing a good job? Sebastian felt him thrust shamelessly hard into his mouth by now. Did he enjoy hearing him gag? Would he taunt him for degrading himself like this? Everything was fine with him by now, be it praise or insult, he only yearned to be acknowledged.
Perhaps there was a way how he could draw out a word or two from him. The next time Sebastian caught his breath he didn't immediately allow him all the way in again but for a short teasing moment he returned to slow sucking.
The sudden teasing was frustrating. Whoever got himself into this obviously wanted to be used, so he would do just that. But just when he pushed in again he felt that wonderful warm wetness retreat further away from him.
“Stay.”
It was only one word. No one would recognize him by one word. And right now he didn't care anyway. He was so close, he couldn’t leave like this. He felt like he would burst. Just when he had started to use his hand he was granted access again. He counted himself lucky. Or maybe his toy was just as eager as him to continue. Ominis could hear that he was trying to get off as well, his movements have gotten faster since the command. Interesting.
He heard him gag again only to be taken in as deep again right afterwards. Ominis wanted to say something else, perhaps even something nice. But something in the muffled groans of the stranger did something to him and his tongue was quicker than his brain and his voice rougher than his intention.
“Swallow. All of it.”
If he hadn't been touching himself already, he thought he could have come from that word alone. If not from the tone in his voice, then from the feeling of his friend’s hot release shooting down his throat.
As soon as he was spent, he pulled out. He had no doubt Ominis, overstimulated as he likely was, wouldn't appreciate it right now, but he couldn't resist letting his tongue play with the head of his cock before he was gone from his mouth completely. Though it didn't get him another word, it got him a little gasp at least. He heard him tuck his cock back into his trousers, while his own sticky hands searched for his wand to clean up himself.
“Thanks,” he heard him say, already on his way out.
“Anytime.”
Instantly the steps stopped, only to continue quicker than before. And then he was gone.