Seamus is a Slutmuffin

Ch 1: Mootsie Tootsie Faggot
Draco/Seamus. In a bathroom, oh my. Enjoy.
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Seamus Finnigan was uncomfortable, the porecelin of the bathroom sink was digging into his lower back and the closeness of the calm, collected boy in front of his was setting off alarms in his head. He had dropped his wand, it sat useless in the middle of the bathroom floor and even if he’d had it he wasn’t sure what he would have done with it because the boy was so close it was almost nice, almost intimate.

“I asked you a question.” Seamus’ eyes flickered back to the speaker. “Are you a mootsie, tootsie little faggot?”

“What?” Seamus was confused, beyond belief. He had only gone to the bathroom, he hadn’t asked to be pushed up against the sink and interrogated. A cool sneer from the boy pinning him to the sink accompanied his stammered question.

“It isn’t a hard question, Finnigan. Do you take it up the ass or not?” Seamus’ eyebrows crinkled. He couldn’t seem to place where the line of questioning came from. Gay? He Seamus Finnigan, notorious flirt, gay? He couldn’t figure out where anyone, especially the calculating, cold Draco Malfoy would get the idea. When Seamus didn’t answer, Malfoy’s smirk increased ten-fold. “Am I to take your silence as conformation?” And Seamus’ eyes met the icy gaze of Malfoy and he wanted to proclaim how wrong the blonde was, how straight he was, but for some reason his throat wasn’t working and a damn little section of his brain wanted to find out what would happen if he just kept his trap shut and let nature run its course. Shakily he nodded.

There was a pause, a slow, grating pulse of time where Seamus could see the indecision flickering behind Malfoy’s eyes. He was well aware that things could go one of two ways, Malfoy could punch him or kiss him, and a big part of the brunette feared that Malfoy would punch him and spread the rumor throughout all of Hogwarts that Seamus Finnigan was a big, fat faggot. But Malfoy was too close for a reaction like the one that Seamus feared, his hands, placed on either side of Seamus’ hips, were gripping the sink a bit too tight, his breath a bit to ragged. Their faces were inches apart. And then Malfoy was kissing him, ravaging him, wrapping one cool hand into Seamus’ slightly tousled locks and forcing his head to an angle that would give the blonde better access.

Lips and teeth dominated the normally dominate Seamus. Every time he thought he would order Malfoy to stop, the blonde would do something-bite his lip, nibble his ear, gnaw on his pulse-and Seamus’ wanton moans would drown out any objection he’d tried to put up. And before Seamus could really get a grasp on what was going on, Malfoy had divested the moaning brunette of his clothes and was grinning down at him with the trademark Draco Malfoy smirk. The gaze made Seamus blush.

“What are you grinning at?”

“You look like a right little slut like that. It isn’t a bad look.” And even though Seamus figured it was Malfoy’s twisted way of giving a complement, he had no interest in hearing it so instead he pushed himself off the sink and attacked Malfoy’s lips with his own. There wasn’t anymore talking after that, just rough touches and harsh breathing. Malfoy’s arm was around his waist, crushing the two of them together even as his mouth pushed Seamus back and Seamus was going along with it, arching his back into the ever descending kisses. Malfoy seemed to know everything that Seamus himself couldn’t voice, where to place the next biting kiss, exactly how much pressure to put when he plucked Seamus’ pebbling nipple, exactly how long to suck on one spot before it got frustrating. For a moment Seamus believed that Malfoy was going to suck him off and a triumphant little part of his brain crowed at the thought of Malfoy’s mouth finally being put to good use, but after dipping his tongue into Seamus’ navel several times, Malfoy seemed to decide that it was time to stand up again. And the next thing Seamus truly processed was being pressed back against the sink, Malfoy’s erection rubbing up against his own, and a throaty, whorish groan fighting its way out from between his clenched teeth, and a second, airier moan accompanying his own, coming from Malfoy. And Seamus could have died from pleasure right then until…

Malfoy’s hips began to move, sliding backwards and forwards roughly against his own, and the moan that Seamus had been embarrassed about earlier was nothing compared to the ones he was emitting then. He wanted more, closer, something, some undefined finish, and in effort to find it he looped a leg around Malfoy’s thin, pale waist and forced the boy closer. The two sped up. Malfoy’s hand was on his hip, digging in painfully, leaving bruises, and the boy’s cool lips were working the junction of flesh where Seamus’ neck met his shoulders and despite the exquisite feelings that were coursing through his veins, Seamus couldn’t help but wonder how Malfoy was still so cool, like he was carved from living ivory. The thoughts didn’t last long however because Seamus’ mind went white as he breeched orgasm, the sticky, wet warmth exploding up onto his stomach and splashing onto Malfoy. And a second later Malfoy too stilled and another wave of warmth sprayed onto Seamus’ legs and belly.

The only sound in the room was the uneven gasping of two spent boys, attempting to regain their breathing. Malfoy’s forehead was pressed to Seamus’ and slowly he raised his eyes to meet Seamus’ gaze and his trademark smirk fell back into place.

“I’m never wrong.” Malfoy’s voice was snide and winning and for the first time a shred of doubt niggled into Seamus’ mind. He didn’t say anything though, even as the two separated, located their clothes, tugged them on. Seamus resolutely held his tongue, not wanting to appear too desperate. He couldn’t stop though when Malfoy went to leave without a word.

“Wait, Draco,” the use of the boy’s first name seemed to surprise both of them and Malfoy turned, confused, “c-can we do this again? Soon?”

And Malfoy’s smile was as off-putting as everything else about the boy. He studied Seamus for a moment, dark eyes flitting up and down the brunette’s form with superiority. “Don’t tell me,” he drawled, voice low and cunning and completely knowing, “that this was your first?” Seamus blush answered for him and Malfoy laughed curtly. “Great Merlin! All you noble, little Gryffindors with your ideas of love and attachment. It was a fuck, Finnigan, a meaningless, pressed up against the sink fuck, and for a fuck, yeah, it was fun, and one day, we might do it again, but we aren’t dating. And we never will be.” And with another laugh and an amused sneer, Malfoy exited the bathroom, leaving a slightly stunned Seamus in his wake.
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~Slutmuffin
Ch 2 will be up tomorrow, if I remember...which isn't likely. I never remember the little things.