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Sometimes Barty wondered how he got himself into things. He got himself into trouble often, but that was nothing new. It had been an accident at first— he’d been quite the goody-two-shoes in his first few years at Hogwarts — but over the years he indulged in more than enough troublemaking. It was fun. It caught his father’s attention much better than when Barty got good marks.
Getting good marks had been important to Barty for many years. Now he worried he would fail his N.E.W.T’s. He’d done beyond well on his O.W.L’s just two years prior which led Evan to assure him he’d be fine. He’d assured him that they’d study plenty. Evan had even managed to sneak the Ravenclaw into the Slytherin common rooms and up to his dorm. It was around then that he realised that most of his troublemaking was done with Evan.
Barty and Evan had gotten close over the years, especially after Barty leaned into his troublemaking. They had a natural gift for it. They always worked best together. They were known as quite the duo. Both Evan and Barty quite liked that.
Over the years things had changed between them. During their fourth year, they’d decided to stick their heads together so they could practice studying. Barty’s marks were slipping and it was a constant anxiety for him. They didn’t get much studying done that year, rather they spent their time ‘practice kissing’.
They claimed it was for when they’d both get girlfriends in the near future, and then Barty had realised how thrilling it was to kiss boys knowing his father hated it. After that, it was all he fancied doing. Evan had never been too interested in girls. Barty had always wondered why until he realised one night when Evan’s hand had wandered a little lower than it usually would.
The two had learned many things together — the contents of their school books and homework were rarely any of it. Evan was naturally clever. They only ever studied for Barty’s sake. This was how Barty found himself incredibly annoyed when Barty continued to insist that they kept studying.
After sneaking Barty into his bedroom, Evan had locked the door and urged Barty onto the bed. He’d gathered their books, placing them all at the bottom of the bed before settling between his boyfriend’s legs. “Let’s play a little game,” he’d said. Barty could hardly resist, watching Evan curiously. Barty agreed but grew confused when Evan started unzipping his pants.
“What uh, what kind of game are we playing exactly, Rose?” Barty asked, raising a thin, straw-coloured brow.
Evan smirked, eyeing his boyfriend while tilting his head, letting a few locks of hair fall into his face. “One that I think will motivate you to study,” he pointed out. Evan’s hand had already moved into Barty’s pants then, finding his cock and giving it a few strokes. “Dear Merlin, whatever this game is I’m liking it already,” Barty announced, grinning widely.
Evan seemed pleased, stroking Barty a few more times before his movements started to slow. “Here’s how it’s gonna work. I’ll ask you questions. The more you get right, the more fun we have. Got it?” he asked, looking up at Barty with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, come on, Rose, you can pick it up a bit,” Barty urged, having hardly listened to Evan’s explanation. Evan didn’t seem bothered by this, however. Barty not listening was his main problem when it came to not retaining the information he was supposed to. Evan saw this as a chance to teach Barty a lesson. He kept the pace of his strokes slow, shifting on the bed to grab one of his books. He flipped through the pages while Barty looked beyond confused.
Evan seemed to locate a question he found suitable, briefly double-checking with his own notes before turning his attention back to Barty. “Alright. When brewing a polyjuice potion, one of the ingredients is lacewing flies. For how long should they stew?” Evan asked. Barty was grinding his hips upwards into Evan’s hand. Evan smacked his leg, pressing down on his hips to get his movements to stop. “Play nice, Crouch. And answer my question,” Evan urged. His expression was more serious, even if the glint in his eyes had lingered.
Barty let out a defeated huff, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “I don’t know. Uh.. A week or something like that?” He offered, though seemed to barely have thought about it. Evan glared at Barty. He had hoped this would be easier, but as usual, nothing was quite that easy with Barty.
“That’s wrong,” Evan stated.
Barty tried bucking his hips again, in the hopes of getting some more friction. Evan once again forced him not to. “Barty. I’m trying to help you. We could also just go back to regular studying?” Evan offered. He wanted to smack Barty when he rolled his eyes.
“Twenty one days.”
Evan looked baffled, glaring at Barty. “See? You knew, no problem!” he exclaimed, frowning slightly. He smacked his boyfriend’s chest, tightening his grip on the other’s length. “I have all night, Barty. So if you fancy fucking me any time soon, you’ll keep your act together. Got it, Crouch?”
A moan had escaped Barty, but he nodded, half-lidded eyes watching Evan. Barty licked his lips before swallowing. He let a bit of hair fall into his face as he leaned forward to Evan. “Don’t worry, Rose. I’ll be a good boy for you now,” he spoke in a low voice, the words basically rolling off of his tongue. Evan tried to hide the shudder that ran down his back, but Barty knew Evan well enough to know it happened without the Slytherin saying a single thing. It made Barty awfully smug, knowing how he could get such a reaction from the other.
Evan picked up the pace of his strokes again, glancing at the textbook once more. He found another question, and this time Barty seemed to have absolutely no problem answering. Evan let Barty grind his hips after that, aiding with his pleasure. Their lips had crashed at some point after a few more correct answers.
By the time Barty came in Evan’s hand, their little game had been long forgotten.
“Come on, Ev, you should just let me fuck you now..” Barty urged, trying to pull at Evan’s pants. Evan was drying his hand off when he got the idea. He didn’t say anything, rather he let Barty continue to undress him — or at the very least his lower half. He settled in Barty’s lap, grabbed his cock and allowed himself to sink down on his length. They’d been in this position many times before, so many times that Barty was completely unsuspecting of any new ideas Evan might have gotten.
Barty had his hands on Evan’s hips, to help guide his movements, but no movement ever came. Barty tried again, though was met with the same reaction. Evan leaned back, his back pressed against Barty’s chest and his golden curls brushing against Barty’s neck. He looked utterly intoxicating as he smirked up at his boyfriend.
“What’s this now? Another part of your little game?” Barty huffed out, his thin brows furrowed in annoyance. Evan’s grin widened as he nodded. “Sure is.”
Evan reached for one of their books. “You’re not taking your studying seriously. Until you do, I’m gonna sit here, entirely still,” he explained, looking especially smug.
“You can be a real pain in the ass, you know that, Rose?” Barty huffed out, earning himself a laugh. “I could say the same to you,” Evan stated, before rearranging himself in Barty’s lap. He pulled a strained moan from Barty before returning to the textbook.
Evan was clever, there was no doubt about it. But sometimes he was a little too clever for Barty’s liking. Evan continued to ask questions, insisting that Barty get them right — and quickly. All Barty could focus on was the way Evan was shifting in his lap, clenching down around him anew. It was like torture, just the way Evan intended it to be.
Barty had always wanted to be clever, and while he’d managed good marks in his O.W.L’s, it didn’t come easy for him. He had to study for it, he had to force it to stick to his brain. It was hard trying to concentrate in general, and Evan definitely didn’t make it any easier. How Barty managed to get any answers right was beyond him if he was being completely honest.
Barty attempted to roll his hips again. Evan had started lightly bouncing on Barty’s cock after a string of correct answers, but at the other’s movement, he quickly sank back down, settling in Barty’s lap again.
“Evan, please, you’re killing me here,” Barty groaned in frustration.
Evan glanced back at him, his face basically nuzzled into Barty’s neck. His curls were tickling lightly against Barty’s skin, and perhaps it was the lack of stimulation otherwise, but it felt the soft touch against his skin made his whole body burn. Even more so when Evan pressed loose kisses to his neck. “Don’t care..” Evan mumbled between his kisses.
Barty’s hands were on Evan’s hips, his hands slowly making their way up under his shirt. “I’m already begging, Rose. What more do you want?” he asked, letting out a sound when Evan shifted and pulled Barty down for a proper kiss.
Their bodies were tangled together in an odd position, and Evan felt a slight strain in his neck. He didn’t care, however. While Evan had hoped to last longer, he simply couldn’t. He had goosebumps spreading all over his body, his own cock feeling awfully abandoned. He needed Barty to touch him. Barty was always so possessive with his touches — the way he could grip Evan’s thigh was enough to make him melt.
“Say please.”
Barty laughed softly.
“Say please.”
Evan was often demanding, but it was different this time. He held more control and it felt great to Evan who could tell just how badly Barty wanted to please him.
It was Barty’s turn to press his face into Evan’s neck, leaving a string of kisses. They weren’t as visible then, but in true Barty fashion, Evan didn’t doubt that they’d leave marks.
“Please, Evan.”
“Say it again.”
“Pretty please, Evan.”
Barty’s voice was low and raspy, yet somehow softer than usual. He pressed another kiss to Evan’s neck, grabbing his hips and lifting the Slytherin boy. Evan didn’t resist this time, forgetting all about the textbooks in front of them as he started to move, following Barty’s guidance.
It was invigorating, feeling pleasure run through his body. Evan moaned out, his head falling back against Barty’sshoulder. Barty seemed to be encouraged by the sounds leaving his boyfriend, eager to hear more, all while chasing his own pleasure as well.
Barty found a pace, rolling his hips upwards to meet Evan’s light bouncing. He was taking him in so well, grinding back against him to feel as much of the others length as possible. Barty was moaning into his ear, leaving more kisses and bites at the skin on Evan’s neck.
Evan’s movements were more sporadic than Barty’s. It was hard to keep going at a continuous speed when each movement sent more pleasure through his body. His cock twitched, hitting against his lower stomach. Barty moved his hand from Evan’s hip, tracing over his tanned skin before grabbing hold of his cock, stroking him while still moving his hips. It was a bit of a mess, Evan crying out from the pleasure, while Barty tried his best to match his strokes to his thrusts.
Barty was panting into Evan’s ear, his breath hot and heavy. He wasn’t going to last much longer, which he was quick to warn the other of. Evan did his best to continue his movements despite the ache in his thighs. One of their textbooks had slid over his foot from all the movement and Evan groaned when he nudged it, kicking it off of the edge of the bed.
“Fuck,” he groaned, biting his lower lip, causing it to whiten.
Barty grinned smugly. “Come on, Rose, you know you wanna cum for me,” he purred out. Evan sank down on Barty as he came, the stinging in his muscles finally catching up to him. Evan finished with his eyes pressed together, his head having fallen back against Barty’s shoulder.
Barty kept thrusting, desperately craving his own release. Evan’s moans turned into whimpers. He was sensitive after his orgasm and Barty knew this. He grumbled out a few praises for Evan, kissing his neck before finally finishing.
As their bodies clashed together, allowing their muscles to still and realise their soreness, both men were panting. Their chests moved together, both of their eyes closed, relishing in the remnants of pleasure that spread throughout them. Evan opened his eyes first, soft blue watching Barty’s face for a moment before he reached up and captured a kiss.
It was softer than the rest of the kisses they’d shared that evening, breaking apart only a few times before their lips met once more.
“This.. was not as efficient of a way to get you to study as I’d hoped it would be,” Evan admitted.
Barty grinned at that, stealing another kiss. “Really? I was gonna say I prefer this way,” he teased, earning himself an eye roll and a light smack to his chest.
Over the months, the two proceeded to have many similar study sessions, all with varying success when it came to the actual studying part. When N.E.W.T’s finally came around, Barty managed to do quite well, all things considered — though none could be attributed to Evan’s study method, despite how much Barty had enjoyed it.