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The scream that erupted from the waves of students was jarring, as the captain, and seeker, of the Gryffindor team wrapped his hand around the snitch. Sebastian's fingers tightened around his broom, as he took in the scene around him. He saw the crowd first, the sea of red jumping and cheering. Then Natsai's figure swept past his field of vision, and he followed. Her arm was raised. Balled around the snitch, he deduced. She pumped her fist, smile ecstatic.
He turned his gaze to the opposite direction, finding face in the crowded sea of green, the figures around her clearly much less jumpy than the Gryffindor supporters. He bargained with the defeat, tearing his gaze away from the almost pitying smile they wore.
Lowering to the ground, the Slytherin team almost huddled together. Sebastian grunted, hoping off his broom and taking in the defeated scowls, settling on Imelda, glare almost deadly against anyone who dared to catch her eye.
It was a blur, but he was thankful to watch the spectators, scrambling to leave the stands. Even more thankful when the almost overly ecstatic Gryffindors basically skipped off as well, assumably to celebrate.
Imelda's cutting voice turned to them once it seemed like everyone was out of sight, her shoulders squared and breath almost ragged. Sebastian opted to drone her out, deciding that her merciless speech would only anger him further, and he was sure MC would seek him out soon, as they usually did. It wouldn't be fair to take his frustration out on them.
His thoughts snapped back to reality when the shuffle and thumps of footsteps caught his attention, Imelda's grating voice stinging against his ears.
"Sallow, let's move. Hit the showers, practice at 5 tomorrow. Don't be late."
"I'm gonna take a breather. I'll join in a minute." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair, stalking off before Imelda could exert her control-freak nature.
Sebastian hissed at the freezing metal of the bench he sat on, forearms on his knees, allowing himself a moment to ruminate before MC showed, surely. They found him almost every time, and he was sure now would be no different. Part of him hoped today would be different. When he felt so frustrated, he was always worried he'd do something impulsive, say something he didn't mean. Lose himself like he did in 5th year. He grumbled as he ripped off his protective padding, setting it behind him with a small thump.
The almost distant paddle of footsteps pulled Sebastian out of his thoughts, cutting through the almost pin-drop quiet.
"Hey, love. I was looking for you." Their soft voice spoke, as he turned his head. Their smile was infectious, even when he was sure nothing could fix his disastrous mood. They stopped in front of him, gesturing their arms out for a hug. Sebastian Sallow wasn't weak to many things, but MC was always a sensitive spot. He pushed himself up, grunting at the soreness of his muscles. It seemed to fade his senses when he wrapped his arms around them, letting their warmth, and scent envelop him entirely. It was smoothing, the way the skin of their neck warmed his cheeks.
"You worked so hard, Seb. I'm so proud of you." He seemed to relax a little against them. MC smiled against his skin, hopeful they could get him to relax a little more. He almost jerked away from them when their lips met his neck.
"What are you doing, love?" He mumbled against them, tightening his grip.
"You played so good today. Imelda almost got cleared off her broom at least 3 times, but you bashed away the bludgers every time. I just want to help you relax a little."
"We didn't win, though." He grumbled, eyebrow twitching as MC placed their hands on his shoulders, a gentle shove sending him back to his seat on the bench.
"I know, but you put in the work, and I think I should reward you." Their gaze itself almost pinned him in place. The soft, adoring look in their eyes always seemed to help him breathe a little easier, even when he tried to fight it.
He opened his mouth to find something witty to say, but quickly lost the nerve when they leaned down, pressing their lips against his. He moved against them, tugging them to him so he could wrap his arms around their waist, content to fist at their robes. They settled with straddling his thighs, making sure to run gentle lines through his hair. He groaned at the contact, relishing in the comfort of his lover.
They knew he was losing the tension when his lips parted, the tip of his tongue trailing across their bottom lip. He always took things further, it was almost flattering how he could never seem to get enough of them. They indulged him, smiling into the kiss when his palms started to move towards their hips. He was eager today, they noted. But it was all the more evident when their moved their knee to rest against the stiffening bulge in his pants. The lacing was rough against their knee, but it was very well worth it when Sebastian Sallow made noises that that.
He almost froze when the whimper left his lips, but the embarrassment was quickly forgotten as their hand found the roots of his hair, soft strands separating their fingers. The anticipation itself almost had him panting, but he couldn't stop his hips from bucking, just slightly, when they closed their fist around it, tugging just ever so.
They reluctantly broke the kiss, the thin connection of spit between them wiped away before their soft lips met his jaw, trailing ever so softly to the side or his neck. They couldn't help but smile against him when he pushed his hips against their knee, almost begging for more friction. Sebastian had always been easy to work up, especially with attention and praise. It was endearing. He finally spoke when their tongue trailed from his neck to shoulder, retreating before they pressed a kiss against the sensitive spot of skin between the two.
"This is supposed to be rewarding, isn't it? You're just teasing me now." It was hard to argue with him when he was lifting his own hips just to chase against the pressure of their knee, and his cock seemed achingly hard, straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Okay okay," they giggled, pulling back to admire the view. His brow furrowed, lips parted, breath almost ragged against the air. "Fine, I relent."
They stood, moving to kneel against the stone floor, confusion flashing across their face when Sebastian grabbed their wrist, tugging them upward.
He leaned back to grab one of his arm guards.
"Pillow. Your knees."
They rolled their eyes, whipping their wand out to mutter a transfiguration charm. It was ridiculous, really, how charming he could be, even when they were about to kneel before him.
He seemed satisfied when they dropped the pillow to the floor, finally allowing them to kneel between his knees.
"Good pet," he smirked. But it faltered when their fingertips tugged at his waistband, gesturing him to move his hips. He did so without question, happy to be free of the confines of his trousers. He hissed as his cock sprung free, the chill of the air almost burning against his aching member.
"You're so pretty, Seb. I missed tasting you," They leaned into him, hands tracing the insides of his thighs before wrapping their hands around his length, kissing away a bead of precum at his tip. The familiar saltiness spreading on tongue as they licked it off their lips.
His thighs tensed under his hands at the contact, head craning back, "please, don't tease me today, love." He wasn't above begging if he could get their lips around him, he decided. He was almost elated, gasping when their tongue began to trace the underside of his shaft, the contact almost overwhelming, searing his skin.
He was set on behaving today. His love wanted to reward him, he could be polite and take this torture, just for them. His fingers nails dug into his thighs, surely leaving crescent indentions for them to kiss later.
He was almost painfully hard, tip red and swollen. They took him into their mouth, tongue flattening against the underside of his tip. He groaned in relief, hands finding purchase in their hair, fingers tangling themselves against the soothing strands. Restraint hadn't ever been his strong suit, especially when the pressure building inside him felt so, so good.
"Oh f-fuck, MC," their hands pressed against his hips, doing little to stop him from bucking against them and forcing himself deeper into their mouth.
They moaned against him, feeling the weight, the heat, against their tongue. For something so vulgar, it made their heart swell, watching him react so strongly to their touch. He was always vocal about his love for them, but seeing him lose himself under their touch was reassuring in a different way entirely.
His strangled moans broke through the air when their head bobbed, tongue swirling around his tip when they pulled back enough to accommodate him.
"You're perfect, love. S-so," he choked when they took him all the way in, tip prodding against the back of their throat, "fuck-, warm."
Tears stung against their waterline, throat flexing as they suppressed the urge to gag. It was hot, burning, the way their body shuttered around him, muscles shuttering in anticipation.
It was uncomfortable at first, the way his thick shaft filled their mouth, pushing against the confines of their throat. But when they blinked the tears away, the sight that is Sebastian Sallow enveloped them.
He's almost hunched over, breath coming out in ragged pants. Those perfectly soft lips left agape, his brow furrowed, eyes just barely peeking open, fluttering closed every so often before he'd force them open again to meet their gaze.
His hips twitched up every so often, hands tugging at their hair, but not pushing as they worked their mouth around him.
"You take my cock so good, like you were m-made for me," his pants and moans were soon accompanied by grunts, the pressure in his gut started to burn, "you're gonna," he chokes out, soft whimpers breaking up his speech, "gonna make me cum soon, pretty."
They moved her hands off his hips, instead reaching one hand to massage his balls, another under his shirt, pinching gently at his nipple. They were sure they'd soaked through their underwear at this point, it was almost embarrassing how aroused they were, especially when the only touch they'd gotten was a kiss.
His body shuttered at the change in sensation, hips starting to chase his release, hands tugging at their hair, forcing his cock further in their throat. He couldn't get enough, hips bucking off the bench while he held them by their hair.
"Shit, righhhht there, love."
He let out a stuttered sigh when they swallowed around him, "want me to stuff your throat? Gonna- fuck, make a mess of you, y-yeah?"
They moaned around his length, thighs rubbing together for friction at every word that left his mouth, the mess of spit at the base of his length is messy, but so delicious in its own way.
"Oh fuck," he whines, "t-through your nose, pleaseee," they sucked in a breath when he pulled back for the last time. They're sure he's holding back his release for their sake, chivalrous even when he's chasing his end. His eyes rolled back, fluttering. "Cum-cumming," The moan he let out was sinful, caressing their senses. "Fuck, take it—" He bucked his hips into their throat, forceful thrusts accentuating his words with every thrust, "—Take it all, love."
They were sure the force he used to slam their head down the final time would hurt, if it didn't feel so perfect, so pleasurable even when it wasn't meant to be. His cock twitched, the groan leaving him seemed to take all the air out of his body and they moan when the first of his release hit deep in their throat, searing in a way that they'd surely remember later.
He mumbled expletives and praises, barely registered by their foggy brain, throat convulsing around him, as he throbs with the rest of his release. His chest heaved as he comes down, trying to fill his burning lungs with the air he'd been missing. He relinquished his grip, pulling them off of him swiftly, whimpers leaving his mouth when his softening cock drug against their tongue.
He'd do anything to burn the sight into his brain forever, the way their face is flushed, tears down their cheeks, mouth agape and panting. It's breathtaking, truly.
They suck in air greedily, feeling the blood rush through their veins and back to their brain. A cough left their throat, and they're suddenly aware of the sore, sensitive the skin of their throat. They sat still for a few moments, chests heaving, until their panting almost subsides entirely.
"Are you okay?" They met his gaze, his face was flushed, brow furrowed in concern. He lifted his hips, tugging his pants up before shuffling himself away.
They nod, swallowing, "I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
He smiled, reaching for their hand. They took it happily, giggling when he pulls their body against his, into his lap. They leaned into his touch when his hands cup their face, thumbs wiping at the streaks of tears.
"Thank you, love. You did so good for me, bloody phenomenal."
"Thank you, that rewarding enough for you, Seb?" They smirked, burying their face into his neck when he pulled them to his chest.
He chuckled into their hair, scent of shampoo flooding his sense. "That was more than rewarding," He trailed his hands up their sides, a ghost of a touch against their skin. "I think I should return the favor, what do you think?"
They paused, suddenly very aware of the throbbing in their gut, under the fabric of their sodden underwear.
"I'll meet you in your dorm? 20 minutes?"
"5, locker room?" He bargained, raising his eyebrows. Surely, it had been long enough that everyone was out. And the dorms were a ridiculously far walk.
"Hurry, before I change my mind."