Happy Birthday

Disclaimer: Hello...adult fanfiction? Enough said.

Disclaimer: Only HP related because it involves two charries from an RPG where they are played at. I didn’t feel like putting as much wand play into this as I have with others.

A/N: This is kind of Harry Potter related because this does take place at Hogwarts in the Slytherin Prefect Dorms, slight use of magic, and both Cameron and Terry are played on a HP RPG. I only own Cameron and I have no affiliations with JKR and her wonderful creations...This is going to have at least...another Chapter...maybe with wand magic... -_-

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It was his birthday.

Throughout the day Cameron could think about nothing else but his birthday and the surprise that his boyfriend apparently had in store for him. So of course the 6th year Slytherin was literally waiting on pins and needles for the surprise that was going to “knock his socks off”, which had been a direct quote from his boyfriend. The younger Slytherin never ceased to amaze him and the older boy was starting to feel very anxious. Awaiting his fate, which was usually the position that he placed others in, not what he usually had to deal with himself. Though he didn’t know how this boy could make the day any better for him, seeing that he had already received a small Owl Post as well as a few stolen kissed. Sitting in his bed (which was where he had been instructed to wait…according to the boy’s Owl), he smoothed out his sheets, needing to keep busy, because, after all, all of this waiting was really killing him in the end and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could and would last.

A muttered spell caused his ears to perk upwards and before he could react, something blocked his vision, causing him to cry out softly, taken back and surprised as his sudden blindness. Reaching up, he fingered the soft blindfold, tugging at it, but it was stubbornly staying attached to his face…another reason for him to panic. “What is this?” he asked, unable to mask that confusion and slight fear that was trickling through his body. In reply, all that he got was a giggle for a reply…a very familiar giggle indeed. “Terry, is that you?” The giggle grew louder as someone climbed onto his bed, pushing him backwards onto the mattress, which groaned underneath his weight. Damn it, he never casted that silencing spell, but that wasn’t something that he could focus on this moment. Cameron, still slightly confused, muttered under his breath, or started to, stopping when he felt hands pulling at his tank top, not even fighting as the clothing was pulled over his head.

Opening his mouth, he tried to think of something useful to say, something intelligent, but even as the first stammers made it through his lips, he felt others crashing up against his own, kissing him hard, hands playing with his nipples, as a tongue darted in and played with his own. Moaning softly, he went to move his arms, wanting to hold the boy close to him, shocked when the felt like dead weights, causing him to squirm underneath the younger Slytherin, who pulled back, laughing softly under his breath. “Surprise. Bet you didn’t see that one coming,” the boy said almost happily, dragging his hands down Cameron’s now sensitive chest, coming to a stop at his boxers, causing the older boy to groan softly. He was already hard, he wasn’t going to deny the fact, but he didn’t want Terry to see that he was so easily turned on, though as the younger boy played with the tent in his boxers, he knew that his little façade was up and he bit down on his lip, happily accepting his fate. Greedy in a manner of speaking.

But he didn’t get what he wanted immediately, those hands stopping at the hem of his boxers and he couldn’t help but whine loudly at the boy, not liking this change of events. “Terry…please…” he said softly, in a pleading tone that he had never used with this boy, and it would have normally made him grimace, but he didn’t show that, and the boy continued to giggle and wiggle on top of him, making him go rigid in a sense because it was such a turn on. “Oh fuck,” he cried out, unable to hold it in and the boy stopped, a small sigh being heard. “I am sorry,” he said quickly, though once again the words were swallowed as he was kissed again, though this time it was softer, sweeter in a sense and he melted into those lips, still not able to move his arms, but that didn’t stop him from moving his tongue into the boy’s mouth, against the boy’s tongue, and he shivered out of the sheer pleasure that he was feeling, moaning softly, though he wasn’t the only one making the enjoyable sounds.

When the boy pulled away from him again, Cameron’s senses cleared and he realized that the boy on top of him was naked, and he could feel the boy’s arousal pushing into his stomach, groaning as it was pressed slightly into his belly button. Normally he was the one that was romancing the boy, and now he was being romanced in return. “Oh…that feels nice,” he hissed out slowly, arching his back slightly, despite how difficult it was with no strength in his arms. Those small hands went back to his boxers and this time peeled them off, Cameron moaning slightly as the fabric hitched on his hard on, before coming free, Terry laughing at the face that he was making, trying to soothe the feeling by stroking his erection slowly, though it only made his hips jerk and he breathed out heavily, his puffs turning into pants, ragid, but full of excitement and pleasure. “Yes,” he said softly, desperate to touch the boy, still unable to, though Terry leaned down and kissed his fingers on his right hand softly. At least he seemed to understand.

Moaning softly, he cried out softly as the boy stroked his cock a little rougher, thrusting up into that hand without thinking, surprised when the boy pushed his hips down on the bed, casting another spell to keep him weighted down. “Now, now…” he said softly, leaning down and kissing the boy’s navel, shoving his tongue in without warning, Cameron crying out louder, and Terry laughing at the sight of his struggling and happily tortured boyfriend. “Can’t always let you have all the fun…not when its your birthday,” he muttered softly, grunting under his breath as he pushed the boy’s legs apart, moving a hand to his ass and stroking the boy’s ass cheeks lightly before moving a finger to the puckered opening and stroking it lightly with his finger, causing the older boy to gasp underneath him. It had been so long since the 6th year had had someone do that to him, and he had forgotten how sensitive it was, and how good it made him feel in the process. “Again,” he groaned out, to which the boy happily responded.

But the finger wasn’t enough for his young boyfriend and he bit down on his lip as he felt the younger Slythering scoot closer, squirming when those lips descended down onto him, pressing to his inner thigh, moving to the underside of his sac, and then trailing to where his finger was still stroking him, the small digit being replaced with a very warm tongue. “Holy shit!” he swore loudly, though this time the boy didn’t pull away to chide him, instead rewarded him with more sloppy licks, his cock twitching and throbbing as he felt that pressure build inside of him. He didn’t want to lose it in this manner, he couldn’t lose it in this manner, but it was so hard, and it got even harder when that tongue was inserted inside of him, pressing into his tight opening like it was nothing, making the cutest slurping sounds as he did so. Cameron’s moans got louder, replaced with whimpering when the boy suddenly pulled back, the one spell that he had forgotten to cast met his ears and he sighed softly. “I love the smart one,” he said dreamily.

That tongue never returned to his opening though and he sighed, unable to hide his disappointment and he knew that Terry had caught on to that, the boy cooing softly, stroking the boy’s length, before an odd sound hit his ears. “Terry,” he said softly…to which he got no reply, just the boy sliding over his legs, pushing them further apart, his bed shaking slightly when something was pressed to it, making him wonder what was going through the boy’s head. “I bought you something…mainly to use on me, but you get to break it in,” he spoke softly, surprising Cameron when he spoke directly into his ear, licking it afterwards before pulling away, leaving the 6th year speechless and nodding his head like a dummy. Terry moved back in between his legs and Cameron could feel the vibrating thing being pushed closer to his body and then suddenly finding it shoved into him, the boy laughing with glee as Cameron cried out loudly, unsure as to whether this was supposed to feel good or hurt like a bitch.

The squealing boy moved the vibrator in and out of the boy’s ass, much to Cameron’s dismay, while placing light kisses over every inch of the boy’s body, making Cameron moan at the same time. Which, eventually, made him aroused by the pulsating piece of plastic in his ass, giving the boy a louder moan as he felt a hand stroke his dick in movement with the pushing and pulling of the vibrator. “I am going to come,” he said groggily, getting ready for that wave of pleasure to wash through him, but he was surprised when all actions stopped. What the fuck? “I don’t think so Cameron,” the boy said slowly, making the older Slytherin shiver in the process. There was some shifting on top of him once again and he wondered what the boy was doing, though that loud gasp could only make him picture things. “Its…its in me…” the boy stuttered, moaning so loudly that Cameron could feel his body shudder in response, his hands desperate to touch himself and make that need go away, feeling the boy squirm on top if him.

Louder and louder the boy’s moans got as he inserted the vibrator into his own body and Cameron honestly didn’t know how much more he could take, his body flushing as he pictured the cute faces that the boy was making, hearing his moans catching once and a while, replaced with squeals, huffing and panting in the process. “Stop…” Cameron moaned out, unable to take it any longer, and Terry gave him a hurried laugh, throwing something off of the bed, which rattled on the floor. Apparently the vibrator was no more for the time being. Lips crushed against his own for a moment and then teeth tore into his bottom lip, the blood gushing out of it, but he didn’t cry out, it felt nice…making him think about something other than his abused libido, which Terry wasn’t done with. Wiping the blood off of his mouth, he felt the boy smear something on his throbbing dick, figuring that it was the blood, and he groaned, the feeling making his dick twitch violently, knowing what was to come…soon…so very soon.

Hands gripped his hips and he felt the boy shift upwards, ready for this spell on his body to left so he could fuck the boy and thank him for this little…torture session, but the lifting didn’t occur and he heard Terry breathing out slowly before all of the sudden impaling himself onto Cameron’s throbbing erection. “Terry!” he cried out loudly, though it was lost in the scream of the boy, and it continued to be swallowed up by moans as the boy started to push up and pull down on his boyfriend’s cock, leaving a very horny, aroused, and surprised Cameron at his sudden burst of dominance. As the boy fucked him, he gave in and allowed the younger Slytherin to ride his cock, the bouncing motions on top of him eliciting every sound known to man, the boy’s cries mingling in with his moans and he felt…pleased that his boyfriend, the most submissive boy in the world, was giving him one night of absolute pleasure in which he didn’t have to do shit to earn it…it made him want to gobble the boy up…hmmm…things to do late.

Gasping loudly, Cameron could feel his dick hitting the boy’s prostate, which caused Terry to clamp down on his dick and moving in and out with such friction only made that tension worse, causing him to topple over the edge, his cum shooting up into the boy, splashing back onto himself in the process. “Terry…” he moaned through the boy’s constant thrusting, emptying completely into the boy, not realizing that his own stomach was now wet and sticky, Terry apparently enjoying the feel of Cameron’s orgasm a little too much. “I want a taste,” he moaned, but it was lost as he felt a release on his body, his arms (still heavy) moving upwards slightly, the blindfold being slipped off of his face at last, nothing happening for a few moments, just relishing in that silence that had encompassed them both…and thoroughly enjoying it. Opening his eyes, he found the boy sitting on him, a messy red ribbon tied about his dick, and Cameron couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his lover.

“Happy Birthday Cammy,” he said softly, collapsing onto the boy, and into his arms.