Bex

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"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky scoundrel."  Sebastian stood on the edge of the mountain they'd landed upon mere moments before, Damien having tickled him incessantly on the broom ride here. Damien had been straddling Sebastian for once and had wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. "That was so atrociously uncalled for, I don't even know where to begin," Sebastian exclaimed with a huff, but his smile betrayed him.

Damien laughed. "It's your own fault, Bash. You were the one who asked me to distract you from your bad mood." He placed his hands on his hips in mock indignation.

This cliff was one of Damien's favorite spots: the ocean spread out below them, glistening in the early afternoon sun. Damien suggested this little break from studying, to help cheer Sebastian up. Sebastian had been up in arms all day about an assignment in Charms he hadn't aced, worried that it would reflect poorly on his academic record, which their future careers depended so highly upon. Damien understood to a certain extent, but he really just wanted to enjoy the wonderful spring day with his handsome Slytherin.

"You couldn't think of another way to distract me?" Sebastian's cheeks flushed, accentuating the delightful constellation of freckles splayed across them—just one of his many physical features that Damien positively adored.

Despite today's small upset, Sebastian had been much happier in this, their final year at Hogwarts, and Damien reveled in his unbridled joy. In fact, while Damien had been captivated by Sebastian from the moment they met—his determination and confidence in their first duel, so reassuring, so magnetic that Damien couldn't help but be drawn to him—now... now Damien lived and breathed him; they were a part of each other, irrevocably intertwined, like twin stars in a shared orbit. If Damien had any say, no one would ever separate them; he wouldn't allow it.

"Oh, like this?" Damien charged forward, flicked Sebastian on the nose, then bolted, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"How dare you!" Sebastian shouted, chasing him down the mountain.

They ran and ran and ran, their peals of laughter startling a flock of poor, unsuspecting Jobberknolls out of the trees, causing them to laugh even harder. Sebastian eventually caught up with Damien, despite his slightly shorter legs. They were both gasping for air, so Damien was caught completely off guard when Sebastian launched himself in his direction. They toppled backward into the grass, ending up in a pile of tangled limbs. Sebastian's hands were suddenly in Damien's hair. He was hovering above Damien's face, his eyes—framed by his charmingly thick brows and lashes—were dark and wild. He planted his lips on Damien's mouth and kissed him earnestly. Damien kissed back, the corner of his lips curling up into a carefree smile.

"I should tickle you more often," Damien said after coming up for a much-needed breath. He inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate blend of herbs, sweet pastries, and a hint of cinnamon that always lingered around Sebastian, wrapping Damien in the comforting warmth of his own personal tea shop.

Sebastian growled, "Don't start," then resumed their fervent kissing.

Damien and Sebastian would be Hogwarts graduates soon, in less than two months now. Sebastian was considering taking a paid apprenticeship at J. Pippin's, while Damien wasn't sure what he wanted to do. In fact, he was at a complete loss.

He had owned a shop in Hogsmeade very briefly last year, although the circumstances upon purchasing it hadn't been ideal. He eventually sold it to Penny the house-elf and she'd managed to make it her own. Gladwell & Brewster was now a lovely little hat shop that was always, surprisingly, bustling with customers. Perhaps one day he'd own a shop again, although he'd much prefer one that wasn't, well, haunted.

If Damien couldn't decide what he wanted to do with his future by June, then he'd probably fall back on working with magical creatures. Maybe Ellie at Brood and Peck would have a position available for him. It wouldn't hurt to ask. Damien wasn't sure if tending to animals was his calling, but at least he would be contributing to making the world a better place. He admitted to himself that he still felt guilty about Charles the rat's unfortunate demise at his own hands. If he could take that back, he would in a heartbeat.

"What are you thinking about?" Sebastian inquired mid-grind. To his chagrin, Damien realized that yes, indeed, Sebastian had been grinding against him in the grass. He had been so preoccupied with thoughts of the future he hadn't even realized.

"You'd never guess," he said mysteriously. He would never say. Sebastian would not be pleased if he ever found out that Damien had been so lost in thought—even so much as calling to mind a dead rat—that he'd been distracted from Sebastian's, under normal circumstances, extremely persuasive intimate advances. Merlin forbid!

Sebastian made some half-hearted guesses, then gave up with a huff and flopped beside Damien in the grass. He sighed, tossing his arm over his eyes. "Why are you the way you are?"

"Pardon me?"

"Whenever I'm near you, I can't help myself. You're simply irresistible."

"Oh, you mean you're distracted by my sheer magnetism? My dashing good looks?" Damien sat up on his elbows, tugged at Sebastian's arm, revealing his face once more, and waggled his eyebrows at him.

"Never mind." Sebastian shoved him lightly. "I take it back!"

Damien smirked. "You know you secretly enjoyed that."

Sebastian shook his head vehemently at first, but quickly burst into a deep belly laugh, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. "You're right. I did. Now come back over here and let me ravage you, darling."

Before Damien could get a word in edgewise, Sebastian's hand slipped down the front of Damien's trousers, his fingers warm as they wrapped around Damien's cock. He squeezed, firm and deliberate. A quiet gasp escaped Damien's lips at the pressure. Heat pooled in his belly as he hardened instantly under Sebastian's touch. Now it was Sebastian's turn to smirk, a possessive glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Damien's spine. Then he squeezed again, much harder this time.

"Sebastian Nicolas Sallow!" Damien gasped, his voice catching; he was just barely holding himself together. He leaned forward, granting permission for whatever was about to happen. You never knew with Sebastian. Although, come to think of it, when it came to intimacy... Yes, he was rather easy to read in that regard. Rather easy, indeed.

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