Title: Suck It
Word Count: 959
Summary: Two male Hogwarts' students meet for sex.
Warning (Highlight to view): For mild violence.
Disclaimer: This piece is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling; various publishers, including, but not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books; and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
"Why not? I've caught you looking often enough. I think you do want to suck it."
"I do not want to suck it."
"Here, let me give you a better look . . . ."
"Put that away! I am not—I'm not . . . ."
"Right, you don't want to suck it. But why don't you want to suck it? It's so thick, so long—better people than you have begged me to let them suck it. Perhaps you don't, though. I've always said you have no taste. . . . Fine, I'll just tuck it aw—"
"D—don't tuck it away."
"Don't tuck it away, what?"
"Don't tuck it away, please?"
"Since you've asked so nicely, I won't. But I'm cold. Are you going to suck it, or aren't you? Because if you're not, I'm going to tuck it away."
"I . . . I don't know how to suck it."
"Hmm, well, that's what practice is for, isn't it? Think of it like learning to ride a broomstick, you—"
"No one said anything about 'riding a broomstick'!"
"Calm down, you prat. If you're going to suck it, I won't be riding anything—I have to get back to the dormitory before long."
"I never said you'd be riding anything! We were talking about sucking it."
"So we were. Shouldn't you be on your knees by now? . . . Mmm, I do like you in that position."
"Shove it, you—"
"Now, now—I thought you said you didn't want me to—unh! Oh, god, that's . . . you're—you've done this before!"
"'ve not done this before! Bring that back!"
"You lied to me!"
"I did not lie to you, you prat. I've neverumph!"
"Mmph . . . ."
"That's it. Take it, take it. Take all of it, you liar. Mind the teeth! Oh . . . oh . . . unh—god you're a good little co—ahungh!"
"'must be good. You didn't last very long."
"No, I don't think that I will. Turn around."
"I thought you said you'd never done anything like this. You did lie to me, didn't you?"
"No. I did not. Now turn around."
"Put your hand flat on the wall for purchase."
"Wh—what are you going to do—OH, GOD!"
"Herrmph, herrmph . . . ."
"No one's . . . oh! . . . ever done—THIStomebefore—YES!"
"You were saying something about broomsticks? Wanna ride mine?"
"Don't? You sure? You don't look sure, not from back here. In fact, that's quite a greedy, impatient little hole you have."
"I'm sure, I—unh! Hey!"
"I didn't tell you to turn around. God, your skin is so smooth, so hot. Stay still."
"Bossy bastard, aren't you?"
"Just taking a page from your book—and I'm not a liar. You sure as hell don't feel like you don't want my finger in—"
"Anh, no, no, ye—no—take it out!"
"Wouldn't you rather I just twist it—them—around a bit? Yeah, squeeze those fingers, you demanding little ass. Your hole's just like you."
"Please, please, please—"
"Please pu—put it in me."
"Please put what in you?"
"You know what. Just do it!"
"Damn it—just—ahh! Ho—how many is that?"
"Four. I'm getting a little bored here. I like watching you squirm for me, though. I like . . . licking—"
"—the sweat off your spine. You want me. You want me to put it in. Say it."
"Cock. Put your co—cock in me."
"Please put your cock in me you lying bast—ungh!"
"That's it. Take it. Take it all.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! FU—OW! Ge—et your . . . get . . . your . . . teeth out of . . . my shoulder, damn you! Do you . . . always bite after you come?"
"Nah—that . . . was just . . . for . . . you."
"Well, thank you very much for leaving a mark."
"You're welcome. Shouldn't you be running along now?"
"I'm not going anywhere until you admit that you lied to me."
"Then you'll be here a long time. I didn't lie to you. I've never done any of that with a boy before."
"So you have done it! I knew you lied to me."
"You didn't ask about girls, you prat."
"I didn't think I had to."
"Well, you were wrong."
"Who've you fucked?"
"I'm not telling you that. You'd probably hex her."
"Oh, only the one, then? Wait—why do you think I'd hex someone over you?"
"'Fuck, fuck, fuck' is why, you wanker."
"I'm not a wanker."
"Sure you are—I just watched you wanking right here in front of me."
"And I saw you suck it."
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"
"Don't look so alarmed. Of course I'm not going to admit that you sucked my cock!"
"I did more than that. I knew you'd bottom."
"Why? It's true–Isn't. It?"
"It may be true, but you didn't last any longer than I did."
"Yes, I did."
"No, you did not."
"Whatever. I'm not going to argue with you about it. You were too good a bottom—you've worn me out."
"We both know that's not true."
"Are you going to tell anyone?"
"Why would I do that?"
"I thought you told your friends everything."
"At least I have friends."
"At least I have par—mmph!"
"Suck it, you prat! Suck my fist into your mouth or I'll shove it up your—OW!"
"I still have teeth, now don't I? You're a violent shit, you know that?"
"And you're a hateful fuck! Don't ever say anything about my parents. Again."
"Or I'll show you just what a violent shit is capable of."
"You're deranged. Someone should tell the papers—there need to be warnings about you."
"Right. Warnings. Just remember mine."
"That's it? No goodnight kiss? Hey! Come back here! . . . I said come back here! . . . Fuckwit. . . . I'll show him. 'Just remember mine'—he'll be sorry. I'll make him sorry. . . . I can't believe I let him suck it."