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Theo wasn’t sure where Harry came from, or how he knew Theo was there, but these questions didn’t plague him for long. One minute he was walking down a deserted corridor, the next he was being pulled into a broom closet.
In the dim light filtering through a tiny window at the top of the room, he could make out the burning look in Harry’s eyes, that sent a thrill straight through him. This resolved into a coil of aching desire at his words.
‘I want you.’ Harry murmured, voice rough like crushed velvet, as he backed Theo further into the room. ‘Now.’
‘Anything.’ Theo breathed, unable to think past the overwhelming presence of the boy pressing him into the shelves of cleaning products. If he had been thinking, he might have felt embarrassed at how desperately easy he sounded, but the next thing he knew Harry’s mouth was crashing into his and he couldn’t find it in himself to care about much of anything.
He surrendered to the kiss completely, letting the passion of it engulf him. Time was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was the taste and feel and heat of Harry as he did his best to devour him.
Theo clutched desperately at Harry’s shirt and back, trying to draw him closer despite being moulded to him from head to toe. His hands found their way down to Harry’s arse and he grabbed a handful of the firm plush flesh, kneading in little movements that cause Harry to growl and grind forward against him, sending fireworks sparking behind his eyes again.
Harry fell into a rhythm, Theo meeting him move for move, pleasure steadily building to a fever pitch between them. Pulling Theo’s shirt out of his pants, Harry slid his hands up under it, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake and his nipples to harden. Theo moaned as a stray thumb brushed over one of the tight peaks.
Breaking the kiss harry watched Theo carefully with dark, hungry eyes as he slowly, purposefully pinched one of them between his fingers, eyes sparking when Theo gasped and arched into it. Harry smirked before ducking to trail hot open mouth kisses along his neck, taking his hands off Theo’s chest. Theo couldn’t quite stop the whine that escaped him at the loss of the contact, causing harry to huff an amused breath into the juncture of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Theo tightened his hold on Harry’s arse as the gryffindor worked his now free hands between them to unbutton Theo’s shirt, causing him to retaliate with a pointed grind of his hips that thoroughly distracted him, long enough for Harry to get his shirt open. As he trailed kisses down from his neck, increasing the suction and adding the slightest hint of teeth as he got further from his collar until Theo was sure he was leaving marks. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. In fact, something in him thrilled at the idea of having lingering evidence of this encounter until the bruises faded.
While Harry took his sweet time marking his territory, Theo decided it was unfair how many clothes the other boy still had on when his own shirt was barely hanging on by a shoulder. He slid his hands up and over Harry’s sides before undoing the buttons of his shirt with fumbling fingers. He had just gotten the shirt open when Harry finally stopped dallying and reached his destination.
Theo swore, throwing his head back, narrowly avoiding hitting the shelf above him, when Harry’s teeth closed around his right nipple. Nerves endings exploding with sensitivity and sending a jolt of pleasure south, as thought one of those electric wires muggles were so fond of had been tied from his dick to his chest and sparked to life.
‘Fuck—Harry.’ He gasped, hands flying to clutch the other boys head closer to his chest, hips rolling seemingly of their own accord as he lost himself in the maddening haze of pleasure and wanting that was threatening to overwhelm him with each passing second.
He was close, so close when all of a sudden the heat and sensation of the other body abruptly disappeared. Theo’s eyes snapped open to protest before he caught sight of where Harry had gone and every thought left his mind in a rush of static.
Because Harry Potter was on his knees before him, looking like he’d been painted by an old master. The poor lighting of the broom cupboard highlighting the sharp curves and angles of him in stark contrast. Jewel tone eyes seeming to glow where they pinned him in place from under dark sooty lashes. The plain white shirt and dark trousers that they all wore every day, somehow transformed into the highest couture by nothing more than placement and context. He was in a word breathtaking.
Literally. With Harry watching him, he found himself unable to breathe as he waited. Because Harry may have been the one on his knees, but Theo was under no illusions as to who was in charge at that moment.
Theo was so utterly fucked.
A sharp challenging eyebrow proceeded what Theo suspected might be the most important question of his life. He felt as though he was in a trance as those perfect, kiss swollen lips he’d spent so long day dreaming about parted and Harry asked, ‘Anything?’
His voice was syrupy and wrecked and Theo couldn’t quite believe he’d caused that. He also couldn’t quite believe Harry was asking what he thought he was asking. Regardless, on the off chance this wasn’t all some elaborate figment of his hormone-fuelled imagination, he nodded, not once breaking eye contact.
Harry reached out and ran a hand up his thigh, causing a fresh wave of goose bumps to wash over Theo. ‘Use your words darling.’ He murmured, continuing the lazy, maddening stroke of his hands on his thighs, everywhere but where Theo needed them.
His words, their tone and meaning and implication, caused a hot frisson of anticipation to coil low in Theo’s stomach and spirals of wanting to slip outwards through his veins making him lightheaded.
He wasn’t sure how he managed to control his tongue enough to get the word out, but as soon as the ‘yes’ passed his lips, Harry was on him.
He pressed open mouthed kisses to Theo, through the layers of clothing, even as he was trying to removes them, the tingles of hot breath and the promise of more to come making Theo’s cock twitch under his attention.
He tried to help with the button of his trousers but harry gently batted his hands away, successfully undoing it a moment later. A quick jerk of the zipper and a tug of his underwear and Theo was exposed to the air and Harry’s hooded, molten gaze. He was so hard it was painful and he thought he might pass out as Harry gave him a considering look and took him in hand. He squeezed his eyes shut, sad to loose sight of the master piece unfolding in front of him, but knowing if he watched what was possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed in his entire miserable life, for even another second, he’d cum faster than he could say “Harry”.
This almost wasn’t enough save him though, when a warm wet tongue darted out of nowhere to give him an experimental lick and causing his thoughts to scatter. Theo clutched at the shelf above him with white knuckles as a small broken noise of pleasure punched out of him and he barely held control by the tips of his fingers.
Then a velvety mouth was surrounding him, enveloping him in delicious, wet heat and perfect suction and he was transported, floating in an overwhelming haze of excruciating pleasure, swept away by the feel of him. He almost couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of his racing heart.
He desperately wanted to look, to see what he was missing, but he knew, if he did he would be finished. And as much as he wanted to see, he wanted this to last more.
He eventually gave in and glanced down at the most stunning sight he’d ever seen. Harry looked beautiful like that, lips stretched around him and eyes fluttering behind his lids as he worked his mouth up and down, a rosey flush staining his cheeks and spit and precum staining his chin.
As he shifted forward, taking Theo impossibly deeper, his knees spread wider to accommodate and his own straight erection brushed up against the toe of Theo’s leather boot. The resulting moan very nearly sent Theo over the edge. It was only through sheer force of will that he held on.
Feeling it was probably unfair to neglect the Chosen One, but unwilling to give up the sweet heat of Harry’s mouth, Theo shifted his foot forward so that that it was hovering over the bulge in Harry’s trousers. With bated breath, he slowly pressed down, nearly blacking out at the feel of his ridged length evident even through the sole of his shoe. Shockingly green eyes flew open as Harry let out another helpless groan, hips canting up into the pressure. He quickly found a rhythm, hands digging into the soft flesh of Theo’s thighs as he redouble his efforts of sucking Theo’s brain out through his cock, small desperate noises occasionally escaping past his lips along with a mix of spit and precum.
The knowledge that he was enjoying this, that he too was close to the edge and as desperate for release as he was, finally sent Theo over the edge.
Before he had even fully processed enough to warn him, he was tumbling headlong into the most intense orgasm of his life. It was toe curling, it was mind blowing. It cascaded over him in wave after wave of pleasure, whiting out his vision until he thought he might pass out and once it was passed, it sent residual shock waves through trembling limbs for a long time, little spasms of pleasure gentling the come down as he fought to catch his breath.
He looked down at Harry in time to see him swallow and wipe the corner of his mouth where some had escaped. He was still working himself against the sole of the shoe which had involuntarily pressed down harder and theo came. Removing his foot, Theo grasped him under the chin, using it to pull him up and into him. Harry moaned as Theo used his tongue to taste himself in Harry’s mouth and shoved a desperate hand into Harry’s trousers, Harry’s hands going to the shelf either side of him. He was stiff as a board and it didn’t take long to push him over the edge too, having already been brought to the brink by Theo’s boot. A few firm strokes and a twist of the wrist and he went taught, gasping into Theo’s mouth, eyes screwed shut and white knuckled.
He rested his forehead against Theo’s, keeping his eyes shut as he caught his breath, Theo using his clean hand to run his fingers through Harry’s hair as he gently stroked him through it. Harry transferred his grip from the shelf to Theo’s waist, calloused thumbs drawing gentle circles that sparked along his sensitive nerve endings and causing his stomach to twitch sporadically, drawing out his own after shocks.
Harry kissed him again, gentler this time, but no less overwhelming, Theo yielding to it almost automatically, sated and boneless, the plush pressed or lips almost making him want to purr.
‘Do you think this means I’ve lost the bet?’ Harry murmured against his lips.
Theo huffed out a laugh, leaning back enough to be able to look into warm green eyes. ‘It doesn’t have to.’ He said, hesitantly, dropping his gaze. ‘If you don’t want it to.’
Harry nudged his chin up, making him meet his eyes. ‘I do want it to. I want you, Theo. All of you, however you’ll have me. If you don’t want to tell anyone, then it’s none of their business. If you want to tell everyone, then I’ll shout it from the astronomy tower. I know the whole chosen one bullshit is a lot and I totally understand if it’s too much for you to deal with. And I know you’re safer with your dad in prison but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe if you do want to tell people.’
Theo silenced his rambling with another kiss. ‘I don’t want to hide it but maybe we don’t take out an announcement in the prophet just yet.’
He felt Harry smile against his lips. ‘Deal.’