Dec 7, 2024
Sebastian Sallow doesn't fall in love at first sight, he falls in love at first ass kicking
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Sebastian Sallow doesn't fall in love at first sight, he falls in love at first ass kicking
‘where’s my hug??’
Does anybody ship Prewlow haha Still using my 6th year Leander headcanon
Stealing your Heart (And your Peace of Mind)
okay okay so this has been in my drafts FOREVER but it is valentines day and i love my moots,,, so have this little ficlet for @rypnami’s pirate au that i love dearly <3
Perhaps Leander should’ve looked at the wanted posters. In his defense, he’d figured he couldn’t miss the ship that stole from the king.
He couldn’t. Nor could he miss the man at the wheel. Or, rather, the man standing next to the man at the wheel—the one who was clearly in charge, at least.
Why the hell was Sebastian here?
Leander couldn’t move, as if saying something or looking away for a moment would make Sebastian disappear. Whether that would be preferred or not, Leander hadn’t decided.
Sebastian’s hair was longer, curlier. He’d gotten more piercings than Leander could count, to the point it was almost painful to look at him—partly because of their history, but mostly because Sebastian was draped in enough gold to blind a man. His shoulders were just as broad as they’d always been, but where Sebastian had used to be all lean muscle, there was definitely some heft to him now.
He was the most attractive man Leander had ever met, and he’d only gotten more attractive in the years since Leander had seen him. Leander hated it.
“Oi! It’s that bloody thief, start turning the ship so we can fire the canons!” Anderson’s obnoxiously loud voice startled Leander out of his thoughts. Leander spun instinctively, wincing as spittle sprayed from the blonde’s mouth as he continued hissing orders.
“What, are you the captain? We’re not near close enough. Steer the ship closer first; wind’s too fast. We’ll lose them if we turn,” Leander hissed instead—tempted to stalk over to the wheel and do it himself, but that was silly. His crew was doing a perfect job. Besides, that would be the attitude of someone who was angry, and Leander wasn’t angry. He was calm. So calm. He raked his fingers through his hair, which was totally unrelated to his mood because he was calm. Calm.
The ship explodes into action at his command, making sure the sails are catching as much wind as possible and that the cannons are primed. Leander would help, but he feels strangely disconnected to his body, as if he can’t quite remember how to move it.
Garreth approaches, but Anderson is in his way. Leander can’t catch what they’re saying. The navy ship isn’t quite gaining, but they’re close enough that Sebastian’s crew is starting to look worried, and someone is whispering into Sebastian’s ear, and then he’s turning around—
There’s recognition immediately. Leander hadn’t expected it, and it feels like a punch to the gut. “Leander!” Sebastian sounds thrilled, and for a moment, a rush of excitement rises in Leander’s stomach before he remembers that Sebastian left him. Leander was imagining that stupid, smug grin on Sebastian’s face. He had to be. There was no other explanation.
“Pirate!” He doesn’t say Sebastian’s name. He can’t. “You’re wanted by the crown. Come peacefully, and you might get a light sentence.” Don’t show emotion. Sebastian wasn’t here for him, and Leander wasn’t here for Sebastian. He was here to do his job. Don’t take it personally—
“Ah, the crown. Buncha hypocrites. I’d rather be wanted by you, darling,” Sebastian purred, because of course he couldn’t be normal. Leander’s ears steam with frustration and a bit of fluster that he brutally crushes. He’s just annoyed, because Sebastian is a bastard—that hasn’t changed.
It still affects Leander more than he’d like.
“Wh—Sallow, that’s hardly appropriate—” Leander only manages a few words before he’s clued into the whispering behind him. He wasn’t alone for this… reunion… and he certainly wasn’t acting like the commander his crew was used to. Worse, it was obvious that Sebastian knew him, and the crew wasn’t daft enough to miss it.
“How does the captain know him?”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say an ex—”
Leander couldn’t let that stand. He wouldn’t survive it. Sebastian was nothing to him now; he’d moved on. This was just… a particularly annoying wave, the kind that jostled the ship but was totally harmless. He just had to show he mean business.
Leander lifted his head and straightened his shoulders, the perfect picture of a proper commander who’d earned his place in the fleet—or at least the cheap imitation of one. “I have authority to open fire. I wouldn’t disrespect me.” The threat was delivered with all the coldness and fury Leander could muster. Surely Sebastian couldn’t miss his tone this time.
Sebastian didn’t even humor Leander’s display. “But you won’t.” He sounds sure. As if it’s a fact.
“You’ve no idea what I will or won’t do.” Leander’s voice is bitter. Sebastian didn’t know him anymore—Sebastian had abandoned him, and the rejection and years had changed Leander—perhaps not as much as Leander made it seem, but enough that the sight of Sebastian no longer brought on that warm, giddy feeling. Something more complicated took its place.
“Suppose that’s true.” Sebastian’s face is contemplative. That flat line of a mouth twists further into a frown, both expressions unlike Sebastian. Leander wants to kiss them away. He’s thankful for the body of water between them that keeps Leander from doing just that. “…Is that why your crewmate’s brandishing his gun?” Leander doesn’t need to look to see that it’s Anderson. He doesn’t scold the man—they’re too far to hit anything, anyway. Maybe Sebastian will take him seriously now.
“Huh.” Sebastian seems almost disappointed, hurt, even, studying Leander for a long, long moment, to the point that Leander begins to wonder if he’s really gotten through to Sebastian. That the pirate understood he couldn’t just waltz back into Leander’s life. That thought dies the second the smirk returns to Sebastian’s face. “No matter. I’m persuasive.” As if Leander’s words had been a mere suggestion. It was so much like the Sebastian he remembered that Leander could cry.
That breaks the silence. “You’re a bloody git is what you are—!” Leander screeches, hands flailing uselessly, but Sebastian is no longer paying attention to him, and it bothers Leander more than he would like to admit. He’s still talking, for Merlin’s sake!
Sebastian tells something to one of his crewmates, turning back to Leander with a cheeky smile that makes Leander see red. “Sorry, doll, I can’t stick around to chat—I do hate to cut this conversation short. I must say, though, you look absolutely ravishing in that uniform!” All around Sebastian, pirates are moving to throw things overboard, and the ship is speeding up just enough to evade them. Leander’s fingers clutch the side of the ship, as if he could will it to go faster.
His voice rises in pitch and volume, becoming hysterical as he calls, “Sebastian Sallow, you are a wanted criminal—you don’t just get to walk away!” Leander couldn’t—wouldn’t—let him. Because he was a wanted criminal, Leander reminded himself. He wasn’t overreacting.
“I’m not walking, I’m sailing. There’s a difference. Be seeing you around, I hope?” Sebastian pairs the words by blowing a kiss, making Leander’s already red face go blotchy. He waves, as if he hasn’t a care in the world—Leander’s got too many.
“Stop. You’ll—you’ll regret this, Sallow.” Leander turns to his crew, frantic as Sebastian slips out of his hands again. “Check the sails, make sure we’re catching as much wind as possible—” But Leander could tell that Sebastian’s ship was already lost. They’d never been close enough to fire the canons, and Sebastian’s ship was designed to outperform navy vessels. They wouldn’t catch up. The silhouette of Sebastian got smaller and smaller, and Leander could do nothing but watch.
“Damn it!” The words escape Leander in a shout entirely uncharacteristic of him, and he slams his fist into the side of the ship. It hurts like hell, but Leander can’t bring himself to care; fury and grief and the distinct burning of tears making it hard to breathe. His head spins, and he worries for the first time in months that he’s going to have an asthma attack.
The crew looked at Leander like he’d grown a second head. He’d been too obvious, too loud, too invested. Leander felt exposed, like all his business had been displayed to be seen and judged. Breaths came in faster, and Leander felt the sudden urge to get out of there, before one of those wide-eyed faces started asking questions.
“Follow them. I’ll be in my cabin.” Leander heard those words as if they came from someone else’s mouth, stumbling down the stairs
Leander shoved past Garreth, headed for the captain’s quarters. He’d feel awful about it later, but for now his chest felt tight with the weight of tears he refused to shed, and he wanted to be out of the public as soon as possible. The bed was stupidly comfortable, which Leander viewed as the one perk of being a captain, because it was soft and also he could sink into it and imagine he didn’t exist anymore.
The door creaked behind him a second later. Leander didn’t bother to look up as footsteps approached; he knew who it was. Leander wasn’t stupid enough to think I don’t want to talk would work on Garreth Weasley.
“He’s awful. I hate him,” Leander’s voice was far more high-pitched than it should be, sounding awfully close to a sob. Garreth didn’t comment on it, instead opting to sit next to Leander’s legs.
“Of course. The bloody git deserves it, I think,” Garreth agreed. “But, you are still hiding your face in your pillow, and I’m pretty sure the whole crew noticed you going off the rails about ‘im. Are you alright?”
“…No. Go away,” Leander tried half-heartedly, shoving his face as far into the pillow as possible. It didn’t muffle his words enough to evade Garreth’s hearing, and Leander felt Garreth shift to face him, a gentle hand resting on his back.
“I’ll leave you alone—for now. But I’d best see you at dinner, ready to sigh and roll your eyes as I beat some stupid idiot who thought they could down more stew than I could.” Small mercies. Leander had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason Garreth was letting him off the hook was so that he could do damage control—Leander had made quite the scene. The tips of his ears went red.
“Please don’t do that. If we run out we’re back to eating the pork, and we haven’t enough water to make that edible.” Garreth laughed at Leander’s weak attempt at a joke. The sound soothed some of Leander’s anxious thoughts, allowing him to take a breath.
Leander doesn’t need to look to see that Garreth’s grin is bright and mischievous—that cretin is always delighted to find a button he can push. Insufferable, really. No wonder they were friends. “Sounds like a challenge! Can’t stop me if you’re not there, and I’m next in charge, so what I say goes.”
Leander huffed out a laugh, lifting his head just enough to catch the flash of teeth and the glitter of green eyes. “…Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Good.” Garreth’s smile turns self-satisfied, and he ruffles Leander’s neatly styled hair as he moves to get up, easily missing Leander’s offended swat. “Oh, and Leander?”
Leander groaned. Of course he couldn’t just leave. This was Garreth. “What is it now, Garreth?”
“Anybody who left you isn’t worth you. I know about the bounty and all, but… there are other crews. You don’t have to chase Sebastian.” Leander has to look away from that earnest expression. Garreth’s right, of course. Leander should drop it. There was a whole navy after Sebastian; a whole navy that could take care of him while Leander chased small-time pirates and merchant ship hijackers.
But the idea of another ship capturing Sebastian—of the fate that would surely await him…
“…I know.”
But Leander couldn’t just sail away.
Garreth sighed, but finally left, actually shutting the door this time instead of leaving it ajar as he usually did. Leander sighed, rolling onto his side and clutching the pillow he’d been speaking into to his chest. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t. But Sebastian was a danger, someone who shouldn’t be on the high seas. It was his duty to catch Sebastian and put him away. It was his duty.
Leander wished he could believe his own lie, curling in on himself as the first sob made its way past his throat.
📚 Sebastian Sallow Masterlist 📚
💕 Main Masterlist 💕
Key
🔞 - Spicy, MDNI, NSFW
🤍 - Fluffy
Oneshots
Non-Con - dark Sebastian traps F!MC and forces her to have sex with him, enacting all his dirty thoughts to satisfy the craving 🔞
Flogging - a/u, dominant Sebastian enacts a flogging scene right out of F!MC’s fantasies 🔞
Submissive - dominant Sebastian gives his submissive boyfriend Ominis a sexy task involving feet as a ‘punishment’ and ultimately gets surprised at his lovers willingness 🔞
Submissive pt2 - a continuation of Submissive that explores other fun kinky punishments Sebastian inflicts on his love Ominis 🔞
Hate Sex - Sebastian gets heated after losing a duel with Leander as his partner. Sebastian decides to corner Leander and set him straight…or…well…something like that 🔞
Cock Piercing - a/u, Sebastian meets F!MC on tinder, getting close to her and showing her an amazingly sweet first time with a reverse PA 🔞
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Cozy nights in - a sweet fluff piece of Sebastian, Ominis, and GN!MC making a pizza and enjoying their evening together 🤍
Requests
Mask Kink - Sebastian makes F!MC’s fantasy of getting fucked by a masked stranger come true while she’s exploring 🔞
All I want for Christmas is two Slytherin boys - Sebastian, Ominis and F!MC stay at Hogwarts for Christmas and decide to have some naughty fun while sleeping over together in the common room together 🔞
Seduction - Sebastian and F!MC both have feelings for Ominis, together they conspire a way to seduce their blind friend and show him how much love and attention he truly deserves 🔞
Oral Fantasy - F!MC has a naughty request for Sebastian and Ominis to help her fulfill. Maybe three heads are better than two 🔞
Frotting - Sebastian and Leander sneak away for some naughty fun in a broom closet leading to a small mess Leander has to clean up 🔞
Writing Challenges
⚠️ These have no proper warnings yet, please proceed with caution
Kinktober Prompts
Smutmas Prompts
Leander+Sebastian = LESBIAN
shipnames go wild nowadays
@rypnami tribute
Friendly competition
Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett
Tags: explicit | smut | threesome | brat!Subastian | anal sex | analingus | blowjobs | handjobs | anal creampie | marking | overstimulation
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A/n: This started with a dumb idea and badly edited picture, then @xantineverdoer ruined my life by sliding smut into my ask box and I produced whatever the fuck this is. Thank you for the coin flip idea. Also tied this into this week's Weasley Wednesday prompt: Quidditch!
Garreth was used to Sebastian's smug attitude, particularly in the case of friendly (or not) competition. The Slytherin had always been cocky, self-satisfied, insufferable in some regards, but he usually had a reason to be. Talented in more ways than one, Sebastian's confidence also extended to the bedroom—something Garreth had found out the previous year after far too much firewhiskey and a particularly ferocious Quidditch match.
He'd been sick to death of the brunet's endless gloating and intoxicated flirting, pinning him to the stands and finding out that Sebastian was quite the vocal partner as he whined underneath Garreth's touch with little care for who might hear. Garreth hadn't expected him to be so submissive; though he fought back endlessly and riled Garreth up to no end, in the end he always found himself obeying once Garreth's cock was buried in the boy's arse. Fucking Sebastian Sallow had become a favourite pastime, and the Slytherin appeared to be utterly insatiable in that regard.
Usually after a particularly fraught training session, Garreth would unwind by paying Sebastian a visit, until he found that the Slytherin had started waiting in the stands, watching him fly. There was nothing like aggressively hitting a bludger around to get the blood pumping and adrenaline rushing, except fucking Sebastian afterwards. Garreth started appearing as the Slytherin team trained, drawing curious glances from the green-clad students around him and a knowing smirk from the chestnut-haired boy flying around the pitch. Sebastian was a beater too, and the sight of him swinging his bat around never failed to get Garreth in the mood—he was pretty sure Sebastian added the loud grunts and ruffling of his hair for Garreth's benefit.
What he hadn't expected to see that particular Sunday morning as he settled into the hard wooden bench, was Leander Prewett approaching with a confused expression.
"Alright, Leander? What brings you here?"
"Just fancied watching a bit of Quidditch," he replied with a shrug.
"They're doing drills," Garreth said, quirking an eyebrow.
"Right. Er, why are you here?"
"Scoping out the competition."
Leander grunted, returning his attention to the Slytherin team now mounting their brooms. Garreth knew he was lying, but didn't understand why until he started to follow his gaze. He was watching the same person Garreth had his eyes fixed upon; the fluffy-haired brunet currently pelting bludgers across the pitch to his teammate. It wasn't merely a quick glance, but an intense stare at the boy that was obvious to anyone who was paying even the slightest bit of attention.
"Why are you watching Sallow?"
"What is this, twenty questions?" Leander huffed, turning a gentle shade of pink across his freckled cheeks.
"Do you fancy him?"
"What? No!"
"Seems like you do," Garreth teased.
Leander turned to Garreth, shuffling along the bench towards him and lowering his voice.
"Don't you dare say anything. I mean it, Garreth."
"Merlin's beard, you do!"
"We've been…fooling around with each other for a while."
Garreth's stomach dropped and mouth hung open stupidly at his admission, whilst his friend looked at him uncomfortably, obviously disappointed by his reaction.
"You and…Sallow?"
"Yeah, is that a problem?" Leander replied, defensiveness flaring.
"Well..."
"Never thought you were the bigoted type, Garreth…"
"Gods, shutup, will you? I…I'm shocked because I've been…fooling around with him, too."
"What?!"
Leander's exclamation drew the attention of several of the spectators surrounding them, their patience for the Gryffindor interlopers clearly wearing thin. Garreth shushed his friend quietly, casting a furtive glance around before landing on Sebastian. Far from being concentrated on his practice, he was watching Garreth (or were his eyes fixed on Leander?) with an amused smile whilst his teammate shouted at him from across the pitch to pay attention.
"That little brat," Leander muttered.
The idea that Sebastian was sleeping around shouldn't have shocked Garreth, but it did bother him slightly. The way the Slytherin flirted incessantly, he was bound to have used it on other unsuspecting victims in order to get his dick wet, but never in a hundred years would Garreth had guessed his best friend would be swayed by him. Of course, Sebastian was gorgeous, physically fit, and had the most perfect little arse, but Leander hated the boy. Perhaps that rippling tension and unresolved hatred was what had drawn them together in the first place.
"I think we should have a talk with him after this…," Garreth sighed.
"I think you're right."
The rest of the training session passed slowly, with Garreth trying his hardest to avoid looking at Sebastian at all, or Leander for that matter. He found himself watching Imelda and wondering if Gryffindor stood a chance against such a strong team, when a whistle blew and snapped him out of his reverie. As the Slytherins landed and filed off of the pitch with backs slapped and smiles exchanged, Garreth and Leander stood simultaneously to walk down the flights of stairs to the grassy grounds below.
They stood in awkward silence as they waited outside of the changing rooms, waiting and waiting until finally, Sebastian sauntered out. Garreth tried to remain impassive as he approached, ignoring how his damp hair from the shower fell over his freckled face, water droplets dripping down his neck and pooling above his collarbone. His mouth was suddenly dry.
"Lads," he said by way of greeting. "Come to watch me play?"
"We had an interesting conversation whilst we were," Leander said calmly.
"Oh? Do tell."
"You've been having sex with both of us?" Garreth asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice.
Sebastian merely shrugged, bored with the conversation already. Garreth flushed pink, irritation building at his nonchalance. Certainly they weren't anything more than sexual partners, but he'd thought he was his only partner. Perhaps the assumption had been foolish, but the jealousy that rippled through him was very real.
"If you're going to be such a little slut, Sallow…how about you try us both at the same time?" Leander asked.
Sebastian blinked and looked at Leander before breaking into a smirk as Garreth gawped at his friend.
"Hah, likely story. I can't imagine you two daring to have your cocks out in front of each other. You'd spend the entire time bickering over who's bigger."
Refusing to take the bait (because surely he was bigger than Leander, right?), Garreth smiled cheerfully at Sebastian and nodded.
"I think that's a great idea. Tell you what, if Slytherin win the next match, you can have us both," Garreth agreed, catching Leander's surprised glance in his direction.
"And if Gryffindor win, by some miracle?" Sebastian drawled.
"You have to choose between us, for good."
Sebastian narrowed his dark eyes, gaze flicking between the two as he considered the bet. Garreth was faintly worried he'd decide not to choose him, though he didn't particularly like the idea of sharing Sebastian in either scenario either.
"Fine. You'd better decide who gets to go first," he smirked, hauling his bat over his shoulder and giving Garreth a wink.
The wink sent a surge of desire through Garreth's body, culminating in a rush of blood straight to his cock, which twitched eagerly in his trousers. Damn him. He watched Sebastian walk away with his usual swagger, casting a look back at them with another wide grin, knowing they were both ogling the view of his slightly-too-tight breeches.
"Fucking Sallow," Leander muttered.
-
Sebastian found Garreth a few days before their match after the Gryffindor team had been put through their paces, leaving him exhausted and in no mood for the Slytherin's antics. Of course, his lethargy didn't last long in the face of Sebastian's wandering hands and exasperating taunting. Sebastian had only just finished telling him that he'd be choosing Leander if he couldn't keep up with his energy when his words were replaced by whimpers that filled the space underneath the Quidditch stands.
He still found ways of winding Garreth up whilst his cock was buried deep inside his arse, but that was part of the fun of their rendezvous. He pushed Garreth's buttons until he snapped, forcing him to reduce Sebastian to a whining mess who could barely answer his name. The way the cocky Slytherin eventually folded to Garreth's commands was so deeply satisfying, the way those smirking lips parted for Garreth's tongue and moaned his name as he rode him was exhilarating.
Until a couple of days ago, nobody else in the world knew of their little arrangement, and Garreth was still miffed that he apparently wasn't the only one able to tame Sebastian Sallow. The thought of having his best friend join him was strange but intriguing. Garreth couldn't help but wonder what Sebastian would be like with not one, but two boys pleasuring him—what would become of those soft little whines and begging eyes? Sebastian had left him that day with a nip at his ear as Garreth squeezed his bottom, already missing his warmth.
By the time the anticipated match rolled around, tensions were high in more ways than one. Garreth had been growing more and more frustrated by the day as the stress of the match only increased his need for an outlet. All the furious pumping of his hand in the world couldn't compare to Sebastian's supple body, and the fantasies were no longer cutting it to relieve his frustration.
With a sigh, Garreth started pulling on his kit and gathering his gloves and bat into his bag. Leander appeared at his side as he finished changing, shoving his hands into his pockets with a feigned attempt at nonchalance.
"If they win…," he muttered, looking around the dormitory to check nobody was listening, "we agree not to go easy on him?"
"Goes without saying."
"You okay with this?" Leander asked.
"If they win, yes. Should be…fun to teach him a lesson," Garreth said, barely suppressing a smile.
Leander chuckled and slapped him on the back, sending a ripple through his body. Gods, he hadn't considered actually being naked with Leander as part of the deal. He'd thought about it, but what would it really be like to touch his best friend's bare skin, to see his uncovered frame and watch him fuck the boy he'd been sleeping with for months? If he were truthful, the images he conjured of Sebastian being violated by both of them set his pulse racing and blood rushing straight to where was entirely inappropriate at that moment.
Garreth shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind as he steeled himself, giving Leander a final nod before leaving the room with his belongings. The walk down to the stands flew by and as he tore himself away from his distractions, he was clutching his broom and bat and readying himself to walk out onto the pitch in front of hundreds of people. The roar from the crowd was almost overwhelming, and the rest of his team looked terrified.
Once out onto the lush grass, Garreth mounted his broom as the captains met in the middle of the pitch to shake hands under the glare of Madam Kogawa. His eyes drifted over the swathes of supporters and then down to the Slytherin team gathered opposite. Sebastian was already hovering a few inches above the ground, twirling his bat in his hand and staring at Garreth. A knot twisted in his stomach as he watched his dark eyes and dipped head, perhaps indicative of intimidation to anyone watching, but clearly meant to entice Garreth. He knew then that Sebastian needed that smirk wiped off his face once and for all. Slytherin needed to win.
By all accounts, Slytherin should have secured an easy victory, but by some cruel twist of fate, the one time Garreth wanted his team to lose, they were playing absolutely fantastically. The match was fast, furious and the lead razor thin by an hour in, with Gryffindor ten points up and Garreth growing increasingly frustrated. He’d been thinking about a particularly heated evening spent in the boathouse with Sebastian a few weeks ago, when his peripheral vision caught a brown blur heading towards him and he collided his bat with the bludger just in time, hitting it halfway down the pitch.
“Careful, Weasley. I wouldn’t want you to mess up that pretty face.”
Garreth turned to see Sebastian fly past with a devilish grin aimed his way before shooting off after the offending bludger. Annoyed that the comment had made him flustered, Garreth flew in the opposite direction, hunting down the other ball. He spotted it not too far away, hurtling towards his teammate who was hovering near the goalposts. With a muttered expletive, he was on its tail as the crowds roared around him and the commentator appeared to be going wild—someone was after the snitch. Garreth tuned his hearing into the amplified voice and listened, his head whipping around to see the Gryffindor seeker chasing down the tiny gold ball with his counterpart still seconds behind.
Shit. Gryffindor were going to win.
Garreth had merely half a second of blind panic, his selfish desires overtaking all rational thought as he aimed the bludger and pelted it towards his teammate. His eyes bulged as he realised what he’d done, hoping to Merlin nobody had noticed his deliberate aim. The ball missed by a margin, but distracted the seeker long enough to veer him off course and allow his Slytherin counterpart to catch up.
The rest was history. In a blur of green, the pitch was swarmed with supporters for the winning team as Garreth and the rest of his team were left dumbfounded. There’d be time to contemplate what the hell he’d done later, as well as wallow in guilt, but for now, Garreth was keen to get out of the crowds—he had a bet to collect on.
-
Garreth took his time in the shower, cleaning everywhere and waiting for the last of his team to file out, trudging back to Gryffindor tower to wallow in defeat. He was squeaky and smelled of pine by the time he crossed the stands into the opposing team's changing rooms, finding them empty except for Sebastian leaning casually against the wall. His eyes flicked over Garreth as he walked in, a look of smug satisfaction across his face.
"Congratulations," Garreth said with a smile.
"Did you purposely attack your own teammate just so you can both fuck me, Weasley?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
His own gaze ran over the boy in front of him, still wet from the shower, flushed and enticing. Garreth was practically salivating at the thought of getting his hands on him as he strode towards him with a predatory glare. Before be could pounce, he was interrupted by Leander's entrance. The three of them stood in the changing room, looking at each other and waiting for someone to initiate.
"So, who's going first?" Garreth asked his friend.
Leander hummed before he rifled through his pockets, producing a silver sickle.
"Heads, I go first?"
Garreth nodded as Sebastian just watched the exchange.
"Tails."
"Thank fuck for that," Garreth sighed, barely able to contain his pent up frustration.
"Come here, princess," Leander grinned, holding out a hand to the brunet.
"Fuck off," Sebastian spat back, but he did as he was told, walking into Leander's open arms.
Garreth found himself watching, fascinated but utterly fucking furious at the display, as Sebastian pulled the taller boy by the tie and swiped his tongue over Leander's lips, all whilst keeping his dark brown eyes trained on Garreth. He closed the distance in a flash, snaking his hands around Sebastian's waist and pressing himself against his back, the moan that left the Slytherin's lips captured by Leander's mouth.
Garreth dipped his head, lips finding the still damp skin at Sebastian's neck as he slid his hands to his waistband, following the thick hair that trailed his chest and abdomen. Licking and nipping at the sensitive spot behind his ear that Garreth knew all too well, Sebastian arched his back, pressing his behind into Garreth's waiting crotch. His erection was already growing steadily and Sebastian was more than eager to tease it with a rhythmic rocking of his hips.
"Like that, Weasley?"
"I'll like it even better when it's buried in your tight little arse," Garreth whispered into his ear.
Sebastian whined and shuddered at the tease as Leander grew impatient with the distraction, swatting Garreth's hands out of the way to grope hungrily at the bulge in Sebastian's trousers.
"You're absolutely rock hard, Sallow," Leander chuckled. "We've barely started."
Sebastian glared but didn't reply, continuing to rock his hips into Leander's hand until he unbuttoned Sebastian's trousers. The boy groaned as his stiff cock was released from the fabric into Leander's waiting hand, his other pulling Sebastian's face back towards him to claim his mouth in another hungry kiss. Running his fingers through that soft chestnut hair, Garreth resumed his attention on Sebastian's neck, biting harder with every push of his soft backside against his erection, sucking the skin with increased vigour at every muffled moan.
Sebastian's soft whines and wet slapping of his cock being tugged were delicious, Garreth's own hard length now throbbing for more attention than the restricted friction could provide. He reached down to release himself, roughly pushing down Sebastian's trousers and giving his arse a hard squeeze before his dripping cock pressed against those peachy cheeks.
Sebastian was writhing between the two friends; breath heavy, skin flushed and hands grabbing at Leander's hair, making a mess of his coiffed 'do. Garreth couldn't help the groan that clawed its way out of his throat as he held Sebastian's hips still to grind against his arse. He felt good, so good, but sounded even better. The way his composure broke down so quickly was intoxicating and Garreth longed for more of those wavering breaths and pathetic mewls…but they had an agreement.
"Remember we said I'd have him first," Garreth warned, eyes flicking to Leander over the brunet's shoulder.
"Oh you can fuck him, but we didn't specify who'd make him come first."
Garreth frowned at the technicality, but his head dizzied with possibilities of what they could do to the increasingly limp Slytherin between them.
"Would you like that? Think you can handle me pounding that tight little arse-" Garreth teased, pressing himself hard into Sebastian's behind, "-after you've spilled all over yourself?"
Sebastian responded with a desperate whine, his head lolling back onto Garreth's shoulder. He really was so beautiful when he was in the midst of pleasure, when the only sounds leaving his mouth were sinful moans rather than sarcastic jibes.
"He's absolutely fucking gone already," Leander chuckled, slowing and eventually removing the hand wrapped around Sebastian's cock.
Sebastian tried to protest but was met with another searing kiss by the towering redhead. They were so close, Garreth could smell his friend’s cologne mingling with their combined arousal and the musky scent of sweat from his lover. Garreth hummed against Sebastian's neck, running his tongue over the blotchy red mark blooming on his skin as the two boys exchanged soft moans. Garreth was about ready to start marking an enticing spot on Sebastian’s shoulder before Leander pulled out of the kiss with a glint in his eye of undisguised lust.
"On your knees.”
Sebastian panted, taking a few seconds to find his voice and realise what he’d been told to do.
"Absolutely no way, I'm not getting on that filthy tile," he spat back.
"I suppose you don't want my cock inside you, then?” Garreth remarked from behind him, taking his length in his hand and guiding himself between Sebastian’s cheeks. “Shame."
The Slytherin gave a tiny shudder of arousal, putting up only a small protest when Leander sat on the bench behind him, pushing Sebastian to the floor by his shoulder. Garreth watched him kneeling between Leander’s legs on the hard floor, completely bare and cock weeping as his face was guided towards the redhead’s waiting member.
The view was utterly obscene—Garreth was so entranced he barely noticed that he was lazily stroking himself as he watched Sebastian sucking his friend’s cock. He was so eager. Who knew anyone could make that much noise whilst their mouth was so stuffed full? Delicious moans, groans and gasps escaped his throat, muffled but still loud enough to fill the room and echo off the tiled walls. Leander’s eyes were fixed downward as his hand gripped the chestnut hair in front of him, completely absorbed in Sebastian’s performance.
"Fuck. Arse up, Sallow.”
Sebastian tried to smirk around the cock in his mouth; not entirely successfully but Garreth got the idea. Kneeling down behind him, Garreth lifted his behind off of his feet, pushing the boy forward as he stumbled and gripped Leander’s thighs for support. The muffled complaint was cut short when Sebastian’s cheeks were parted and Garreth’s tongue swiped over his entrance. Fuck, this was uncomfortable, but needs must.
Garreth closed his eyes and allowed himself to be completely absorbed in Sebastian’s dulled moans and the wet slurping from his mouth. Every flick of Garreth’s tongue made him gasp and keen, much to the frustration of Leander who growled his frustration as Garreth tried to suppress a grin. The Slytherin particularly liked it when Garreth circled his hole before plunging the tip of his tongue inside, the pitch of his whines increasing a whole octave each time he did.
The dull throb of Garreth’s cock grew in intensity with every salacious noise from Sebastian until he couldn’t handle anymore waiting. He was crazed with desire, the pain in his knees nothing compared to the head-spinning arousal that threatened to overwhelm him. A final, firm swipe of his tongue and he retreated, groping in his pocket for his wand with shaking hands and muttering the charm to coat his fingers in a slippery liquid.
“N-not yet. I still want to make this one come,” Leander said, still tugging on Sebastian’s hair as the brunet’s head bobbed up and down.
Garreth swore from frustration, reaching around to spread the lubricant on Sebastian's stiff and twitching cock as Leander pushed him off his lap with a pop and a groan and into Garreth's waiting lap. He was already so pliant, limp and writhing on top of Garreth as he stroked the brunet's girthy length—his bare arse rubbed Garreth's painfully neglected erection with every tug of his hand and their combined loud moans reverberated off the walls and filled his ears.
"Are you going to come all over yourself?" Leander asked through the noise, his hands gripping the twitching boy's thighs and fondling his tight balls.
"Y-yeah…"
The snarky façade was crumbling, revealing Sebastian's pure desperation to be toyed with. He was close, the noises he made bordering on hysterical as his hands made a pathetic attempt at controlling Leander's head. Garreth watched over a freckled shoulder, the ginger head dipped against Sebastian's muscular thighs now peppered with teeth marks and blooming red marks across the tender skin.
"Fucking…faster…"
"Say please," Garreth responded to the whiny demand.
"Please."
Garreth picked up the pace, only a few strokes needed to send Sebastian over the edge with a shuddering moan, spilling his load all over his stomach and Garreth's hand. Garreth muttered praises in Sebastian's ear as he rode out his orgasm, the last dribble of cum barely leaving the boy's cock before Garreth pulled his hand away—he was so fucking ready he could barely think.
"Gods, you're a fucking mess, Sallow," Leander's far away voice said.
Sebastian was already off of his lap, Garreth getting shakily to his feet and wincing at the pain from the hard floor. Undeterred, he gave Leander a sharp look before speaking.
"Help me get him up, I'll probably need you to take his weight."
Garreth had no intention of fucking him on the tiled floor. Sebastian was already getting to his feet, his dark eyes boring into Garreth's skull as he drank him in, diverted as soon as Leander parted his swollen lips with his tongue. Sebastian was but an inch shorter than Garreth, strong and well-built but he looked positively tiny next to Leander, who towered over the both of them with his lean muscular form. He'd have time to wonder why the sight was so riveting later; for now, Garreth's fingers were busy stretching that tight little hole he craved so much.
He'd been right that he'd need Leander's help. As soon as he'd started stroking and circling the soft pad inside Sebastian, the boy was a mess. His legs shook and desperate mewls left his mouth, falling against Leander's plush lips that were turned up in an amused smile. Garreth was three fingers in, Sebastian's entrance stretched so well for him, relaxed and ready.
"Think you can handle all of me?" Garreth asked, already withdrawing his fingers.
"Shutup and fuck me."
Apparently he still had a fucking mouth on him. Any intention of going slowly died with Sebastian's taunt as Garreth lined up his swollen, dripping head with his entrance and pushed inside. The smirking Slytherin collapsed into Leander's chest as Garreth stretched him steadily, until his groin was flush with the soft flesh of Sebastian's behind.
"Come on princess, this is what you wanted wasn't it?"
Leander was busy whispering against Sebastian's parted lips as Garreth looped his arms around Sebastian's, pulling them behind him and linking his hands. Sebastian's back arched into the hold, groaning as he was manhandled just the way he liked.
Sweet relief and absolute ecstasy flooded Garreth's body the moment he started to rock his hips, his eyes diverting downward to watch his cock impaling his lover's arse between those soft cheeks. He'd have time later to grab the flesh and mark him up prettily, but all that Garreth wanted, and could manage to do, was grind against them with increasing vigour. He felt incredible—tight, warm and wet, his walls enveloping Garreth's cock so perfectly and teasing every last drop of frustration out of him.
"So…fucking good…," Garreth gasped.
Sebastian merely whined in response, his flushed face pressed against Leander's shoulder and eyes rolling back into his head. The taller boy stroked his freckled cheek and teased his lips with a thumb, all whilst he laziky stroked his own cock, waiting for his turn.
"What's my name?" Leander asked the Slytherin.
"Uh- fucking…Prewett…"
"Fuck him harder, he's still lucid," Leander chuckled, his brown eyes meeting Garreth's and sending an unexpected shiver of arousal up his spine.
Garreth growled with lustful want, tightening the hold on Sebastian's arms and angling him down, his back arching as Garreth picked up the pace. Their combined moans were deafening and as Garreth spotted a stray tear rolling down Sebastian's cheek, he lost it. He couldn't have stopped if he'd tried, his orgasm coming so suddenly he barely had time to pull out of Sebastian before his ropes of cum spilled all over the heated skin of his back. Garreth threw his head back, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure ripped through him, cock pulsing against the brunet's soft cheeks as the last of his release dribbled from the tip.
"You're mine, Sallow."
The command was met with a tug from Leander, breaking Sebastian free from his loosened grip around his arms as he was guided backwards to the bench. Leander sat down, spinning Sebastian around to ogle the view, planting kisses on his lower back as his fingers teased his opening.
"You want more?"
"Y-yeah…"
Leander pulled the brunet down into his lap, his cock sliding into his already stretched hole with ease. Garreth made his way to the pair in a trance, running his fingers through the soft chestnut locks as he tilted his head instinctively up to him. Finally, Garreth kissed him, those sweet lips tasting of sweat, a hint of Leander but still overwhelmingly Sebastian. He gripped him tightly as Leander started to thrust up into him, the Slytherin too fucked to be able to do much himself except moan into Garreth's mouth.
Garreth steadied himself with a knee on the bench, his strong arms wrapped around Sebastian's back as he shuddered through the pounding from below. The sounds he made were so sinful; whines, gasps, expletives; an incoherent string of noise against Garreth's lips that sounded like the sweetest music, so satisfying to hear.
"Are you going to come again?" Garreth whispered.
"Uh- uhhuh…"
"Fucking hell…," Leander muttered, approaching his peak.
Garreth wiped another tear from Sebastian's eye as he kissed him again before telling him what he wanted to hear.
"Good boy."
Sebastian fell apart, pulling Leander right along with him over the edge. They collapsed backwards onto the hard wooden bench, wrenching Sebastian away from Garreth's grip as Leander continued his rhythmic pounding with the boy on top of him, writhing and overwhelmed. Sebastian gripped the wood, arms, legs, anything he could reach as his body convulsed and all Garreth could do was watch and paw at the brunet's thighs as they came down off their highs, completely awestruck.
"Fuck…s-stop…," Sebastian managed to eek out, squirming in Leander's tight grip.
Leander gave him a final thrust before pulling out, cum spilling on his legs and splattering on the floor. Sebastian could hardly move, but managed to lift himself off of Leander and into Garreth's waiting arms, head lolling onto his shoulder. He'd realise in a minute what he was doing, and the cocky brat would return, but for now Garreth enjoyed the exhausted and thoroughly ruined boy bundled in his arms.
"Slytherin might have won the match but I think I'm going to claim a Gryffindor victory," Garreth sighed, stroking Sebastian's hair.
Leander laughed and held his hand up for a high-five, the ridiculous gesture only making Garreth's grin wider.
"Thank fuck he's finally stopped talking."
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