The Little Things

Rating: R

Warnings: PWP, exhib, bit of SM

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Hermione was the first to find out about them.

“Nn, Cedric,” Harry gasped as he was pressed further into the sofa. It was three in the morning on a Saturday night and Cedric was letting out his closet exhibitionist, by pounding Harry into Gryffindor common room furniture.

Harry couldn't deny the tingle it gave him to think of how exposed they were. Cedric didn't want to tell anyone just yet – he was seventeen and Harry was just fourteen. It probably wouldn't go down very well. Plus Harry would be hunted down by Cedric’s fangirls.

Harry was currently clad in Cedric's Hufflepuff Quidditch robes, lifted up at the back as Cedric ploughed into him. Cedric must have done something to the robes, as they felt extra sensitive against his skin. One brush against his nipples had him nearly screaming and biting down on his fist.

“Fuck, you're so sexy,” Cedric grunted into his ear, before biting down on the shell and tugging it slightly. Harry arched his back under Cedric's powerful form, bucking back into his thrusts with even more fevor.

“Please, please,” he whispered in a cracked, straining voice. Cedric could be pure evil during sex in contrast with his boy-next-door personality. Harry, however, had no complaints. Quite the contrary, in fact.

“Wanna cum, babe?” he asked, voice quiet and dark and seductive. Harry let out a soft whine, head bobbing up and down frantically as Cedric pushed into him with a particularly powerful thrust that had the sofa back digging into his stomach.

Cedric hissed, “say it.” Harry's mouth gaped open uselessly for a moment as Cedric's hand wrapped around his cock underneath the malicious robes, not moving, despite Harry's body rocking forward with Cedric's harsh fucking.

“Please,” Harry whimpered again, not caring how pathetic he sounded at the moment. The robes were stifling, his cock was pleading for release, and he wished, for one second, that Cedric would stop battering his prostate so he could get out more than one word. “Let me cum!”

“As you wish,” murmured Cedric, laughter in his voice, and then tugged once, twice, three times at Harry's cock. Harry's cry was muffled by Cedric forcing two fingers into his mouth as he came, long and hard, against Cedric's hand, soaking the robes.

Cedric let out a low groan, and then wetness splashed against Harry's inner walls. Cedric pulled out, letting more of his seed splash against Harry's red arse, grinning with satisfaction.

They didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs, or feel the eyes burning holes into them, as Cedric wrapped his arms around Harry, pressing a kiss to his head, almost sadistic personality fading to be replaced by boyish charm. “Did I hurt you?” he asked softly, as he always did.

Harry, as always, shook his head, a big grin on his sated face. “No,” he replied. “It was great.” Cedric laughed tiredly against his neck, before looking up, scanning the room in slight paranoia. His eyes widened as they settled on their little spy.

“Hermione,” he whispered in a strangled voice. Harry's head snapped up to stare at his best friend.

“Bollocks.”

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Haha, I have a bit of a kink for slightly sadistic Cedric, his 'other' personality :P In a couple of chapters I’ll do the first kiss request, these are the older drabbles I thought up before requests came in ;)

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it and review :)