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"Don't be foolish, only good goblin's a dead goblin. Your little friend is the same as the rest of them."
You had just returned to the Undercroft from yet another excursion far beyond Hogwarts' grounds, both disheveled and still shaking with adrenaline when you finally decided to share the news.
While you maybe shouldn't have mentioned Lodgok, the goblin you recently met, it's not like you're spoiled for choice.
Even though you're well aware that this strange alliance is a blessing in disguise, you couldn't help but feel bad at the look of betrayal on Sebastian's face. He was angrily pacing in front of you, while you were holding up your hands in surrender, a futile attempt at calming him down.
"Once danger rear its ugly head he'll run back to Ranrok." He muses, scowling. "Cursing children in his path if they have the misfortune to be where they shouldn't be."
"Stop it. He's not like that." You assure with a frown. Sirona trusted him, which was more than enough.
You weren't too sure about the whole ordeal yourself. But you had to find a way to access Ranrok's mines, without him or Rookwood and their followers to notice your presence. The help of a goblin will not only allow you to get past their defenses, but also with a minimum of knowledge of what will be awaiting you down these hostile undergrounds.
"Charging ahead now could undo all the progress we've made.. We need a plan, Sebastian. A fully-fledged one this time. And Lodgok is the only choice I — we have moving forward."
Even though he seems furious about it, Sebastian knows you're right because he stops pacing and throw a vicious glare your way. You cannot falter under it, he has to understand that you won't change your mind. "His involvement is crucial."
"To hell with that !"
You barely have time to rethink your - questionable - life choices when Sebastian grabs the collar of your coat and slams you against a hard surface you assume is the nearest pillar. The impact knocks the air out of your lungs in a soundless gasp.
"Are you mad ?!" You bellowed with outrage as you try and fail to pry the fingers free of your piece of clothing. "Don't let your emotions meddle with your judgment. You're better than that !"
"Am I ?" Sebastian rasps through his teeth and the stream of thoughts quickly dies in your throat. His voice is rough, but warm and soft around the edges as it normally shouldn't be, rumbling in a way that makes the hair on your arms stand on end.
There's something wrong.
Sure, it has felt so since you and Sebastian charged through the goblin camps and entered that wretched cavern an hour ago, leading right into a spider lair, but now the tension was palpable.
For one, your tongue felt pasty, uncooperative and heavy, as was your body which had risen a few degrees despite the freezing temperatures of the Undercroft in the dead of winter. It seemed Sebastian's frustration was starting to affect you as well, despite your best efforts at keeping your composure.
Sebastian must have wondered the same thing because he leaned closer until he could feel your body heat, your frantic heartbeat at having him in your personal space.
Seeing confusion creep so visibly across your face had stirred something deep within the Slytherin, and a noise ripped out of his throat before he could catch it, irritated.
"Sebastian." You gave your friend a feeble smile — for the sake of your tired nerves, and shrank back a little more against the pillar, trying to create some much needed distance to clear your wits.
He looked like he was about to punch you square in the face.
And even though you know he would never do such a thing, you really didn't like being the target of his death glare there. It has to stop before things escalate beyond your control. God knows how much you hate when things get out of your control.
"I appreciate the fact that you've grown so comfortable with throwing me around and all but, uh.. Need I remind you we have potion class in a few minutes ?" You point out, words pouring out with ease. "Let's talk about this later, alright ?"
Sebastian seems unapologetic, if the answering snort is anything to go by. It didn't even sound familiar.
Pained, almost. Enraged, definitely.
And your racing mind comes to a stop when you finally dare meet your friend's eyes, black pupils blown wide, making the color of his eyes nearly impossible to catch.
Brows were furrowed in contemplation as his glare pinned you with what seems to be heated and unadulterated want. The kind of look that doesn't bode well when you're at the end of it.
Your mouth falls open in shock at the unexpected sight when the Slytherin leans down, not to further yell at you for being so infuriating..
But to bury his face in the crook of your neck.
Here he pushes and pokes intently with the tip of his nose, inquisitive, breathing right against the bobbing line of your larynx.
Ooooh, Merlin. What the fuck. What.
Sebastian slipped a hand through your hair to keep you from backing away and you blinked, mouth hanging wide open in pure disbelief. You mumbled his name with static in your voice from the way his lips would press against your Adam's apple.
What in the everloving hell ?
Now why would Sebastian, of all people, do such a thing when he was seething and snarling only seconds ago, inches away from cursing you and each of your ancestors. It was beyond any logic you could gather through the jumbled mess that used to be your mind.
And you decided that you'd rather have been punched or slapped.
At least, you would have known how to react accordingly.
"Seb.." You were about to stand up for the terrible lack of manners when the phantom of a shiver raced up your spine and shaked you to the very bones — Sebastian had wrapped delicate skin between his lips. Sucking, nipping even, the bastard, like it was meant to end up bruised this evening.
For the love of Merlin, what the fuck is going on ? Did he hit his head while you weren't looking ? Has he been caught under the spell of a Dark wizard they encountered ?! It’s unsettling, frankly, a far departure from the Sebastian you're used to dealing with, the one you know how to handle easily.
Sebastian hasn't reacted so much in months to any of your vague responses to his salacious remarks, nor the careless hints you tossed here and there.. Which had kept bouncing off the head of the most dense, clueless lad you've ever had the chance to come across.
And that was saying something, considering the Slytherin is one to flirt with anything that breathes.
If someone had ever told you that Sebastian Swallow would reciprocate to your ill-concealed infatuation with no prompting nor provocation, and seemingly bearing all the raging hormones a teenager was capable of, you would have laughed hysterically in their face.
When your mind is set on someone, you aren't exactly known for moving on. But with Sebastian, having to constantly tiptoe around your unconventional friendship learning Unforgivable spells and killing bad people in your spare time, sharing your feelings on top of that would be like throwing yourself into the lion's den.
You suck in a breath when teeth scrape along a sensitive spot. Right at the edge of your neck, where the collarbone meets and you feel sparkles all over your upper body that you try to ignore. Warm tingles you deemed uncomfortable, unwanted.
Your hands shot up to hold Sebastian at bay but forearms were perched on either side of your head, quivering in anticipation, leaving you no other choice but to face your friend's deviance head on, who sought only to overwhelm, his eyes filled with something that was hard to read even for you.
His jaw was clenched, his lips shut tight when your eyes met again.
Lit by the dim light of hanging lanterns, you struggled to pinpoint the emotion those details held.
Your intuition was hinting pent-up anger, and a whole lot of frustration.. Neither of them bearers of good news when they concerned the mess that was Sebastian.
But the god forsaken, undeniable lust in his eyes scorched their meanings, their substance.
His face an empty shell that seemed to reflect nothing but that raw unbidden desire to take — To fuck, possibly. And your breath hitches at the terrible, terrible thought. Arousal tugging at your navel despite your best intentions to stop the madness.
He's clearly not in his right mind, you try to remind yourself. He's not thinking straight, you speculate.
The Sebastian you know would never do this, no, never even consider it. Why the hell would he, when he's been all over healing Anne and learning Dark Arts since the very day you met ?
"Sebastian you.. Are you under the influence.. of a spell, perhaps ?" Your words came friendly but strained as you tried to focus on literally anything but the growing erection in your trousers. What kind of fool gets aroused threatened by someone, that is beyond you. "Any sympathy here to share and tell me what the hell is going on right now ?"
Oooh oh oh..
If Sebastian finds out what's up below your waist, you will never be able to look him in the eye ever again.
In the eyes of anyone, actually. No sir. You'll stop chasing after Ranrok and Rookwood, tell the Keepers they can handle the rest by themselves, and bid farewell to dear Professor Fig and the rest of your friends to run far, far away from all this bullshit, pending war and magic alike to dig yourself a hole ten feet deep and ending your days down there wallowing in self-pity and despair.
But Sebastian leans on you despite a half-worded protest. His firm, clothed chest pushing you flush against the pillar and you gasped out loud. Your arms quickly wedged between your bodies to try and keep a more than respectable gap between your hips. The kind of gap needed not to break a long-lasting friendship.
You couldn't help but groan and melt as lips brushed your cheek, flushed with the sheer embarrassment of the situation, the humiliation. They were parted ever so slightly, hot breaths rolling off your face in waves.
Pinned on the pillar like a miserable insect with a boldness you didn't know was possible from your friend, your mind raced to find an exit. Your apparent lack of strength due to overwork genuinely distressing now that you are no longer in charge, bordering on overwhelming.
"You're impossible." Sebastian finally growled hoarse between his teeth, so so close to your mouth, as if the simple act of speaking was a pain – and it surely was for him. "First you cut in on me every time I take the initiative. Then you prevent me from interrogating in a more efficient way an enemy we managed to catch. And now that little friend of yours. It's like you're trying to piss me off as much as you can today."
"At your service." You dared to mutter, like the cheeky prat Sebastian always says you are, raspy voice trailing as fingers dug in the fabric of your clothes, into the curve of your hip to hold you in place. As if Sebastian's weight wasn't enough.. No, as if you wanted to leave.
Well, you wish so, but not for the reasons one might expect. And while it's very tempting to just lean in, fall apart into Sebastian's hands and take everything he has to offer, you know you'll not be able to bear the look of regret and disgust given by the Slytherin once anger slips out of his system.
Besides.. It was still hard to know if Sebastian wanted to cast a Crucio at you, fuck your brains out or both. In no particular order.
You were well aware that you couldn't come out of this unscathed. For one the Slytherin seemed unable to show any kind of restraint. Your wrinkled clothes, bruised neck and sore back could very well testify the onslaught. Getting manhandled that much was a bit painful.
And so, so incredibly hot.
Behold the problematic fifth year, future Keeper of ancient magic, the one with the real fucking problem here, somehow caught between having a hard on and an anxious bowel.
Well, in your defense, uh.. You could argue that Sebastian has that kind of effect on people.
You barely register the hand wrapping around your neck, until the grip tightens and your breath caught in terror, a not so manly whimper stuck in your throat. You really should have taken Ominis' advice about testing Sebastian's patience.
Since the beginning of the year at Hogwarts you've been afraid many, many times for your life. Your enemies were multiplying the longer you fought against their evil doings. Numerous ambushes waiting for you outside of the school grounds. You could no longer join your friends in Hogsmeade for a butterbeer, as it would be sure to put them in great danger.
Now though in this moment, you felt another, more gnawing kind of fear. The kind of fear you can't talk yourself out of. Because your friend's hand is around your neck, and you can feel your own pulse beating hard and wild into his palm, which means Sebastian also can.
The pressure forces you to keep your head up and tilted, and you find yourself giving in to the unnerving constriction, dropping your head on the dirty pillar in a soundless thump.
A deep snarl shook Sebastian's chest the following second and your eyes quickly darted away to avoid his, fearful at the onslaught of complicated feelings you weren't quite sure how to handle.
"Why are you so pliant ?"
His words were expected, but no less dreaded.
"Fighting you off isn't exactly an option, now, is it ?" You suppressed a wry smile, but the crease of a brow told you that Sebastian sensed the sarcasm right away. Your wand is currently resting on a worn table near the canvas, while you know Sebastian's is wedged in the hem of his pants. There's no peaceful way out of this, other than the sweet talking you're so good at.
"Wouldn't be that way if you behaved and did as I told." He retorted, the prick.
Your eye twitched.
"I'm not your dog."
"Baring your throat, yearning for my touch, you sure look like one right now. Minus the wagging tail." A grounding hand rubs at your neck to prove a point. You'd be blushing if you weren't fuming inside.
"Always so eager to please, aren't you ?" He adds. "Doesn't matter who asks, so long as you get what you want. You'd switch sides if it was more enticing." A startled gasp falls on your lips as Sebastian, ever so bothered, slips a hand under your shirt, running cold fingers over the bare skin of your belly and leaving a burning trail wherever they touch.
Fingers that stopped right at the hem of your pants, and you couldn't help the spasm of muscles when he teased the elastic of your underwear.
There was a pause in his monologue, like he seems to consider his next words.
"I've been wondering for a while now, would you leave once I give you what you expect of me ?"
Uh ?
Your attention moves to his face, which seemed.. Closed off. Hurt, you'd wager. "No. No no no." You had immediately paled at the accusation, at the insinuation that he knows about your infatuation. "You're sorely mistaken, that's not what I –"
Everything stays still for two good seconds before your blood rushes back North, the cogs in your head start working a bit more and you suddenly raise your hands in the air to let out a snort of indignation.
"How.. How dare you, what are you implying here ? That I've been following you all along for a mere attraction ?! Don't spin it around, I should be the one who's upset !" You gesture wildly, grabbing at his clothes to make him look at you. "You're the one who keeps doing things and asking for my permission later, I always have to deal with issues that shouldn't have been if you had listened to me ! You're the brat ! The blasted idiot that keeps getting into trouble he can't handl—"
The Slytherin had given no warning when he rolled his body against the prominent bulge in your pants, thrusting his hips with yours and pressing them flush against the pillar.
Your whole body shuddered in response, the muffled blurt of a question escaping your lips and Sebastian took the opportunity to lean down and seek them.
His tongue slid inside, twisting and curling around yours when you gave little to no resistance due to shock, savoring the dirty win at making you shut up. A particular movement of wet muscle against yours made you keen and moan into Sebastian's mouth causing you to break the kiss by snapping your head to the side, mortified at the noise that just came out when you were trying to make your point seconds ago.
This must not have pleased Sebastian, fingers were wrapping around your jaw again.
You could feel your brain turning into mush when you met the icy glare of the Slytherin, who usually reserved that look for goblins, dark wizards and enemies alike.
Something heavy settled in the pit of your stomach at the sight, confusing and indeterminate, you couldn't figure out if it was terror or defiance or something else.
"I told you I care Sebastian, and I truly do.. What part of that is so hard for you to understand ?" You say with a tinge of desperation. Why does he always make things more difficult than they really are ?
He has faith in you, he trusts you, you know it. But when it comes down to feelings, he seems to have a harder time understanding the nature of your intentions.
The hand that gently weaves through your hair tangles, tugging a little harder than expected, and you find it hard to ignore the more than inappropriate bodily reaction that came along with the sharp prickles of shame in the back of your neck. No, your cock did not throb. It did not.
Small wisps of hair were stuck to Sebastian's forehead from sweat. He looked like he had run a marathon against a Hippogriff.. Or just gotten out of the shower and as usual, did not bother to dry his hair before classes. Either way, this spectacle served by the gods did nothing to calm the situation in your pants. If possible, that got you even harder.
Frowning in contemplation and deep in thought, the Slytherin must have allowed himself to believe you, for the fire in his eyes tampered. "A mere attraction, you say."
Right, yes. Nothing more.
You'll be able to live with that.
You thought it would finally be the end of it, when you feel a hand drop on your belt. Fingers were moving swiftly and deftly over the clasp and alarms in your head rang louder than before. The leather releases with a silent snap.
It isn't until you feel a hand slip into your open pants that your nerves flare up.
You grab his wrist to keep him from going any further but he stays firmly in place, cupping your evident bulge, the very proof that this was all much more than mere attraction. "Alright — Conversation's over. Moving on." You force an awkward laugh, plagued by a traumatic flashback of the time Sebastian, Ominis and you sparred in the Undercroft and he fell on top of you, hand landing an inch from your private parts.
This time though, your chances at living it down were diminishing before your eyes the longer you stayed and tried to guess what kind of drugs Sebastian was put under. The bastard was smiling at you. You did not like the look on his face. "I have, hum.. Urgent business to attend to. Places to be, potions to make.. It was truly a pleasure to hear from you, I'll be on my way."
You make eye contact and suddenly leaps out of his grip, surprising yourself with success when you manage to take a few hasty steps towards the table where your wand lies.
But a hand suddenly closes on your wrist, and you will forever deny to the end of your days the pig-heading-to-slaughter squeal, a genuine sound of distress that came out from you at that moment.
Sebastian pulled you back to him with disconcerting, impassive ease, turning you around to slam you against the wall — once again, because he loved to do that apparently. The speed with which he reacted, he must have expected the outburst.
An incredibly tense silence settled, and you decided it was even worse to have Sebastian behind your back. Because now, it was impossible to know what he had in mind.
"Take off your pants."
What.
Your heart pounded in your ears at those words, the grip of a hand against your ribs a silent threat to your heavy breathing. You peered at him out of the corner of your eye, but met only dark, provocative ones that held something unsettling in them.
He is dead fucking serious.
"You're.. Being a little forward, don’t you think ? With so many girls flocking around you, one would think you'd be a gentleman." You began to prattle in hopes of changing the subject, and fast. Having a single rocky, dusty wall to stare at when you're cornered by an angry Sebastian isn't the kind of situation you'd call comfortable. "You know, I think it'll do you a whole lot of good not to get physical every time you've got an attitude."
"Hah !" Sebastian quite literally barked with laughter and you clamped your jaw shut. "You want this more than I do, you can't make me think otherwise."
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips in an anxious manner, adrenaline still coursing through your veins following this exceptionally short chase. The rational portion of your brain was eagerly trying to explain to you that standing with your back turned to someone who has a wand when you don't means imminent, life-threatening danger. But any warning offered fell on deaf ears.
The warm, impatient breath on your nape is too distracting for you to attempt to act on coherent thoughts anyway.
It felt like a losing battle.
"And the fact that you're not fighting back more than you are tells me everything I need to know." With that, Sebastian reaches down, tugging at your open pants until they fall over your ankles. He seemed to lose all remaining self-control when his hands immediately landed on your hips.
It was now impossible to further wallow in your denial when, through the layers of clothing, the line of Sebastian's swollen, hard erection pressed against the cleft of your ass.
Your mind went blank at the feeling, suddenly unable to focus on the half-whispered words when all you could feel was the low, raspy breathing of Sebastian against the shell of your ear and the semblance of a thrust which made you heave a trembling sigh. He buries his nose in your hair despite an inaudible complaint.
You were holding yourself back, immediately covering your mouth with a hand so as not to let any more compromising noises escape.
"Ah, fuck.." Sebastian tightened his grip around the elastic of your underwear with an appreciative sigh, fingernails scratching at the skin. You would have easily misinterpreted this as anger if it hadn't been followed by another shove, this one pressing your bare thighs against the freezing cold wall.
How... didn't you notice earlier about his own situation ? Since when has he been like this ? Does that mean that... that he's also attracted to you to some degree ?
The image of the Slytherin caging you with his body and using you for his own personal needs sent a confused race of something down your spine that you did your best not only to hide from Sebastian, but also from yourself.
It seems he has other plans for you.
You had little time to react when a hand pushed your shirt up and slipped in your underwear to wrap around your cock.
You immediately recoiled at the electrifying contact, feeling panic rise in your throat, movement cut short when your back met his chest.
"Fuck, wait.. I, let me process it.." A moan escapes your lips, followed by many more, as you completely lose your temper for the first time. "Wait, Sebastian. Wait ! Wh— What do you mean ? You.. You also ?"
But the fist stubbornly followed you in your struggle, teasing the length between a wand-calloused palm as it moved back and forth painfully slow, wholly unaffected by your squirming and the hand that wrapped around his wrist.
A thumb rubbed over the slit of your cock, coating the tip with the precum, squeezing so damn much around the head that your hips reflexively thrust into the fist. Sebastian quickly moved his hand to curl his fingers closed along the base to squeeze, preventing you from moving, which earned him a muffled insult.
You took a few labored, shaky breaths trying to contain the surge of pleasure that came from that alone. And a nose nudged your nape, a smirk right against your skin there, he muttered. "I'm simply helping a friend in need."
That asshole. That fucking asshole. he must take sweet delight in silencing and tormenting you as he does, knowing how affronted you must feel at being forced into such an undignified position. It's the first time you couldn't get the final word in your arguments, was all of this nothing but dirty revenge ? A show of dominance so next time you stop questioning him ?
Sebastian slipped his other hand under your shirt. His fingers caressing your tensing stomach and up your finely muscled chest, passing over a nipple until they came out of the collar to wrap around your neck, wrinkling the clothing to no return.
And a blush of shame rushes up your face, not only from revealing more bare skin, but from the realization that Sebastian must be able to tell that you're enjoying it too, and a lot.
You could feel his lips moving to your clothed shoulder, surely to watch over it and see how eager you were by the mere sight of your manhood leaking precum.
A small huff caught deep in your throat, humiliation burning in your cheeks. That.. must be why Sebastian doesn't try to restrain himself any more than that. Maybe he knows from the way you always indulge in anything concerning him.
"You're so sensitive, I bet you've never been touched there before." When he didn't stroke you, all you could concentrate on was the weight of the clothed bulge mindlessly driving against your ass. Causing the warm coil in your stomach to tighten by the second and goosebumps to erupt on your arms.
His actions had no other purpose than to drive you mad with need. You needed him to go faster, you needed him to press harder. You needed him to do something. Anything to get you beyond that tickling pleasure. The teasing was cruel.
"Quit.. messing with me." You manage to say with a strained voice. Your groomed hair was a total mess, and your otherwise tight-fitting clothes barely clung to your body because of Sebastian's adventurous hands. Your coat had slipped off and fallen around you and Sebastian's feet.
A sob of pleasure you'll later deny escapes with a particularly powerful stroke on your cock, throat and chest burning with the degradation you were forced to endure, bitter that your body betrayed a now unveiled lust to the very object of your desire.
In all honesty, you can't count the number of times you've daydreamed of doing something like that with Sebastian.. But not this way. In your head you saw yourself doing all these things to him, you saw yourself being the one making him fall apart in your hands, snatching him between classes to do all sorts of things that would make a girl blush.
Being the one in charge, being the one in control, because you thought of Sebastian as vulnerable beneath all his bravado. You were wrong.
The amount of precum had rendered your crotch wet, which elicited a groan as you felt a few drops slide down your cock to mix with the sweat in your inner thighs. For why are you leaking so much, you will never admit. Even under the influence of a Veritaserum — if that's even possible. Even under the torture of a Crucio.
The hand reached deeper, fingertips twist to brush against your balls to travel with intent beneath them, until..
Resting against your entrance.
"Ah.. Where are you touching ?" You croaked, almost incoherently, breath hitching with terror when you harshly grabbed Sebastian's arm to keep him from going any further. "That's not a place to touch."
Your head was tilted to watch with rapt attention the hand that had disappeared far into your underwear. The inside of his wrist pressing against your parts. Only his forearm was visible, right against the length of your cock.
The mere sight was depraved, leaving your head reeling.
Sebastian heaved a frustrated noise behind you but held still, and the sound traveled from your ears straight to your cock, which twitched against the Slytherin's unmoving arm.
"Let me." Sebastian demanded in a tone that sounded more pleading than anything else, like an unspoken 'please' that was so rare to hear from him. An arm wrapped around your waist, snuggling you close to him from head to toe, the heat from his scorching body leaving you dizzy and very, very horny.
Because despite your best level-headed efforts you are just as composed of raging hormones and lusty need as any other teenager.
You swallowed against the lump in your throat, one that felt like your heartbeat was lodged up in there, letting go of his wrist in an abandon that would also be denied later.
You... You could blame it on the blur of the moment, couldn't you ? Sebastian is too much of a mess, he can't be held responsible for his actions.. There's a chance he won't even admit to what you two are doing right now.
Maybe then your friendship will remain as it is if you also feign ignorance.. Yes. It will become just an untold moment in history, crossed-out so that no one but you can remember and relive it somewhere in your bed, alone.
Pressing your forehead harder against the wall, your hands turned into trembling fists as the fingers prodding at your entrance began to dig past the wet rim.
You tried to focus on the pain to ground yourself, but really, it felt more weird than painful, frustrated that you couldn't help but relish in the strange throbbing of your crotch each time Sebastian was changing his angle. Persistent like a man on a mission.
You've never gotten this far with anyone before.. Even with yourself. But it seems Sebastian doesn't just read books about dark magic.
His fingers, lubed only by your precum, kept rubbing slowly in circles before pressing down to follow the curve of the inner wall. They curled up then, knuckles suddenly pressing against something incredible and you jerked forward, letting out a gasp of indignant surprise as the arm around your waist immediately pulled you back against the Slytherin. Knuckles sunk deep inside you, pressing mercilessly on what must be your prostate.
"Ah ! There we go.." Sebastian breathed in your hair, the hints of a smile in his tone while you were still gasping out loud, hand flying down to his arms to seek purchase there.
"H.. Hold on." You say through your teeth.
He did not hold on. He thrusted his fingers right against the sensitive bundle of nerves again, and another clap of thunder caused you to choke on a moan. The pleasure was electric, foreign, contracting every muscle in your abdomen when his fingers passed that spot, which meant each and every time Sebastian got the damn chance, staying there stubbornly until he could feel your legs shiver and quiver before going deeper inside you.
"Fuck, aaah.." This cadence is far too intense for a first time, bordering on too-much when the nail of a third finger scratches at your prostate and you writhe underneath him, trying in vain from rutting into the air to soothe the burning sensation.
You keened, a low note of pain that morphed into a silent hiss as you gritted your teeth together. "I said hold on, you fucking jerk !"
Tugging clumsily on his sleeve, your other hand gripping his wrist so tightly it must hurt, Sebastian only growled a warning in your ear. Out of it. "Can you hear yourself ? You sound like a goddamn brothel."
"Moaning like a girl.. I wonder if you can also come like one, just on my fingers." It was proving a simple task for him to restrain you when he pressed your body against the wall with his fingers pushing in all the way to the base to keep you in place. "You'll try for me, will you ?"
After a rough thrust and another muffled 'ah' from your parted lips, you hit the wall with your head, giving up on freeing yourself from the hold.
Despite the pace and the infuriating words, you found yourself embracing the sensations like you were getting closer to the edge. You wondered then if.. it really was possible.. In your right mind you wouldn't even come close to the thought of — doing anything in the rear. Look at you now.
Your knuckles whitened as you buried your face back in the crook of your arm, a feeble attempt to stifle your grunts growing in volume as fingers trailed steadily along your inner walls, feeling your body squeeze against them every time they had to withdraw.
Your brain lagged by then, desperate to feel some kind of relief as you tried to discern the relentless, overbearing sting of raw pleasure from Sebastian's care. The impending buzz of climax incessantly pestering you when the Slytherin simply refused to touch your cock and end your torment.
The prick hadn't even bothered to undress, pinning you with his body with ease now that your remaining strength all but focused on getting you off.
You suspected that his erection was getting painful, straining in his pants. But it seemed all of this had no purpose other than your own pleasure, your own doom. Was it part of the revenge ? What exactly is Sebastian trying to do ? Getting you hooked ? Because it was becoming an awfully realistic possibility the more you felt his intentions seep through his actions.
He wanted you begging.
Sebastian's fingers twist, scissoring, then you feel a fourth digging next to the others. Your eyelids flutter with a brutal thrust and you watch, helpless, as your limbs become numb, a moment of weakness and your body shakes under the force of the sensation.
"Fucking hell."
Your words quickly fell flat, devolving into deep breaths in an attempt to control yourself, but tumbling back out into nothing more than moans and pants, struggling to form a coherent string of thoughts as bliss hits you like a train.
The arm around your waist secures you as you come hard, untouched and full of shame. The orgasm, more pleasurable and degrading than any you ever had, burst like liquid lava from your lower parts to the rest of your body. Shattering the rest of the sanity you had strived so hard to maintain since the start.
And to make matters worse, Sebastian's fingers left your ass, moving back up to pump your cock and milk you through it.
"That must have felt good, you're shaking like a leaf." It doesn't stop when you come back to your senses either, thoughts mushy and muddled but lucid enough to jerk away from Sebastian's enthusiastic hand, your cock so fucking sensitive being touched there is now painful, the friction unbearable.
"Aah — S.. Sebastian, too much.."
He nuzzles along your nape to your jawline, mouthing at your pulse and teeth scratching at a reddening bruise. "Yeah ? Doesn't sound like it."
Overstimulation bubbles fierce in your body when he resumes stroking you, burning you from the inside out and rendering you unable to string words together. You moaned loudly for the very first time, sputtering an incomprehensible complaint as he flipped you around like a rag doll and palmed the head of your cock once you were facing each other.
You let your head rest on his chest, panting against him, unable to recover from your high when he tries to push you to another. A breathy curse word and the first syllable of his name was all Sebastian could muster. You swore not to beg.. but your options are dwindling.
"..Please." You whisper low into his clothes, word coming out with great reluctance when you know what it represents. But you could hear the frantic thrumming of his heart in this position, and it comforted you to know that he was in such a state because of you.
Despite the hesitation to throw your dignity out the window, you know he heard you because his breath hitches and the hand on your cock stills for a second, in shock, then picks up the pace again.
He watches you – there’s sweat trickling down your neck and staining your white shirt, and your hair is damp with it, curling over your temples. You look well-fucked, and thoroughly disheveled, hands scrambling to his black robes to ground yourself when he squeeze meanly.
"How.. How am I supposed to act like a respectable friend when you look at me and sound like that ? Like you want to lure me in ?" He rasps out, voice hard and unwavering.
Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure and pain, brows furrowed and cheeks wet. Sebastian found himself so enthralled by the sight that he grips a fist full of hair, bending your head up to breathe into your ear.
"You'd always eye me up, back then, throwing glances loaded with expectations of me." He muses, certainly pleased at how speechless you've gone, how all your pomp and ego deflate the more vulnerable you look. "What exactly are these expectations, I would have rather liked to hear them from you than finding out myself."
Your heart pounds in your ears at those words, dread settling in your chest at Sebastian's confession as you begin to breathe heavily, spurred to another orgasm. This one was even more intense than the first, saturating your senses and throwing you into a daze as you tried to piece together the brain cells that weren't yet fried to figure out what Sebastian meant. Your knuckles creaked from the force with which you clung to the Slytherin, who held you in a similar manner so that you did not slide on the ground.
"Careful what you wish for. If you cannot grasp how much of a mistake it would be to keep indulging me, I'm happy to give you a foretaste."
Sebastian's hand finally, finally stops. Traveling up your quivering belly, smearing it with your own spent to..
"Enough."
Something clicks, must be your tone, because he removes his hands on you like the touch burned.
Your head lolls against the wall, which you manage to stand against on your own and exhales a small wordless sigh, watching Sebastian from beneath your eyelashes.
You can see it through the haze that veils your eyes. The reason why Sebastian went so far on you, why he always comes to you when he's frustrated, why it always feels like he's trying to chase you off somehow. You understand it now.
Your limbs were seized with a tremor, the back of your neck prickles with heat still, skin tingling with sensitivity.
He cares about you as much as you care about him.
And he's afraid of it, the blasted idiot.
"Is this how little you think of me ?"