Escapades

Escapades
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I’m from an odd family, there’s no denying that much. What kind of self-respecting wizarding family
with a name such as Nott is catholic? I must be the only religious boy in the magical world.

Every night, I pray. I kneel at the bottom of my four poster bed, resting my wrists on the trunk and move my lips to the prayer. In the younger years they’d mock me, but now they ignore me and my funny habits. As is to be expected, I don’t like publicising my prayer, but rote insists on prayer being there exactly.

Tonight is different though, because I’m not in the Slytherin dorm room. In fact, we’re on the yearly escapade all Year 7 boys from Slytherin and Gryffindor pull. We never tell. No one ever finds out about it. Who organises it is a mystery. Just as well, as much fun as it has been to bunk the school for a day, the sleeping arrangements would cause that person to lose a few limbs. Some fuckwit had put us into rooms with three beds each. Which meant by some stroke of karma that Blaise and I had a Gryffindor with us in our room. And not any Gryffindor. No. Seamus fucking Finnigan. Oh the joy! Someone must be enjoying themselves far too much.

Still, tonight is different. We’re all clean from showers, Blaise shooting Seamus warning glares at leaving us together alone for all of five minutes. I heard Blaise turn the shower off, and ignoring Seamus who was sitting on his bed with his oh-so-gorgeous hair, began to pray. For strength. Salvation. And the removal of lustful thoughts. I closed my eyes and fell into the waiting darkness. I gave up on God a long time ago, but old habits die hard. And prayer doesn’t feel different either.

The bed rustles and my heart clenches in panic because he’s moving towards me. His bare thighs touch mine, we’re shoulder-to-shoulder. I crack an eye open and watch him mouth words into paired palms. Oh fuck, that’s hot. He looks so innocent. But the prayer doesn’t sound Catholic, not enough guilt and suffering in his voice. Probably Protestant. See? Even religiously we are opposites. So what makes me want to place a chaste kiss against his temple? The urge is overpowering and I do it anyway, hearing the door open, doing it anyway, no chance for redemption, just sin and hell and Seamus’ hands on me and Blaise punishing me with hurt possessive glares. He’s my weakness, Blaise is my love but Seamus makes me weak.

I open my eyes.

Blaise looks unimpressed, but I know he’s aroused, and I like that. I make him want me. I am his, I am his, but he’s mine too and I pull him down by the hem of his shirt into a kiss.

“Amen.” Seamus whispers, cracking an insolent grin at me.

Between them they tug me up onto the bed, discarding my shirt, kissing my neck and my chest. My hands trail down their bodies, touching skin stretched across backs, arching my back as their mouths meet above mine. It tears a whimper from me as they kiss, a sight I never thought I’d see and I know why because it would kill me to see such beauty. I lean up as much as I can, alternating between both to nip at ear lobes, to lick exposed necks.

The air is thick and heavy between us all, no sound other than breathing and moans and I’m overcome as both spread my thighs, stroking them gently, making me quiver in anticipation and Blaise is there kissing me gently, watching me with dark eyes. I twist my hand into his hair, wanting the force, the aggression to take the edge off.

“Too many clothes…” I mutter, receiving a smack to the thigh for my trouble. Seamus smirks, moistens his lips with an irreverent tongue before descending on me, taking me fully. “Oh…fuck….” Is all I can say, Blaise stroking my head lovingly. He grinds against my thigh with leisure, and I feel tricked somehow. My hand skims along his stomach, teasing lightly, circling the navel before heading down to stroke him with slow movements. I smile knowingly at him. He growls. He gets up off the bed, and all I can feel is Seamus around me, gently worshipping, never pushing me so far even though my body is heated, my skin on fire from these two boys who own a part of me.

The bed moves with Blaise’s return, and all of us smirk at what he has in his hands. He throws it at Seamus who heads up my body, rubbing against me. Blaise moves behind him and pulls the t-shirt off his body, caressing the sides of his chest before biting his neck gently and sucking. Seamus stiffens, and Blaise slowly grinds into his arse. Seamus flips the tube open, slicks his fingers, seeking, finding, pushing into me and I respond, twisting to his touch as he prepares me for more, prepares me for him.

He looks at Blaise over his shoulder.

“Do it.” He growls, a sound that pours to the bottom of my spine and settles there, stoking the fire that is consuming me, that they are feeding. My thighs are pushed apart with gentle hands, hands that shake slightly, and then he’s in, waiting for me to move with, to let him know it’s alright. I pull Seamus to me, arms around his neck, demandingly kissing him, knowing me on his taste, making me harder against his stomach as he thrusts into me gently, deeper until all I can do is close my eyes and moan into his shoulder.

His hips snap into me and I pull him deeper, knowing how close I am, wanting him there with me, feeling all the more wanton with Blaise watching. He’s stroking himself slowly, lying at my side, biting on my neck as usual, making me his. I am his.

“Harder…” I mewl, scratching lightly at his back, and he complies, making the last ones count, and I come for him as he does, at his low voice calling my name out huskily. He hovers over me, sated, kisses me lazily before rolling to the side.

Blaise leans over me, gazing at me with dark eyes that reveal nothing and everything about him. He swipes his tongue over my lips, teasing me. Our mouths meld together, and there’s a difference to the way they kiss, but its love nonetheless, love for me. I suck it in greedily, scratching down Blaise’s back demandingly. He kisses the side of my temple gently and I suck in my breath as his hands grip my thighs punishingly. It makes me all the hotter for him, and I am hard for him already, waiting to be pushed. Again, another loving kiss to my other temple as he pushes in, slowly but unrelentingly, moving deeper into me, scratching deep heat all along my inside.

Everything feels keener, the touch of his hand on me as he thrusts into me, keeping me in place, biting my neck until it bruises, sucking on my jugular. Seamus comes behind Blaise, peppering his spine with kisses and gentle sucks. I can just see him above Blaise’s shoulder, and our eyes meet, electricity crackling between us, between all three of us. One of his hands play with Blaise’s nipple, rolling it in his fingers, gently pulling. Blaise opens his mouth to let go of a long moan, one that vibrates into me, and he pulls me flush against him, him deep within me as he comes, and I follow.

I look at them both, watching me, their chests heaving, hair dishevelled. I must look a state, with bruises just about to come up on my thighs and along my neck and shoulders. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is their love for me, and they take me into their arms, covering me with their strength for the night.

I bless the organizer, despite tomorrow and its bitter realities.