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We gaze upon the stars, and they
Behold us with a chilly ray,
In hard indifference to the sight
Of all we suffer in the night.
Ominis was PISSED. It wasn’t so much the principle of it, but rather a self conscious wave that hit him full force at the realisation the entire student body had been privy to last nights dormitory escapade the minute he sat down for breakfast that morning.
The love bites. How could Sebastian let him get dressed that morning without even a courtesy ‘heads up’ that his throat was littered with the blossoming bruises?!
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‘Dogs that can’t behave and bite the hand that feeds them need to be on a leash.’ That explains Sebastian’s current predicament. Or, so Ominis tells him.
Patience was never a strength of his and his resolve is crumbling. Who could blame him? His wrists are tethered to the feet of the bed, and the crick in his back from the hard floor is surpassed by the more immediate need radiating from his exposed and aching cock.
Meanwhile, Ominis is tracing those delicate fingers across the pages of his book, in the comfort of the armchair. Cruelly ignoring Sebastian’s existence. He’s beautiful. Wrapped in an emerald green robe with his slender stocking-clad legs crossed elegantly. Fuck. Sebastian desperately wants to trace his hands up his legs and see how far those stockings rise…
He whimpers. Fucking whimpers as he pathetically juts his hips into the air. What purchase he’s attempting to seek he does not know.
“Only pups whine, darling.” Ominis says it so matter of factly.
He’s folded the book closed, his unseeing gaze held somewhat in Sebastian’s direction. FINALLY.
Sebastian is held captive - not just physically. He’s fixed in place by the suspense of it all. Although, if he didn’t know any better and Ominis’ disdain for the dark arts, he could readily believe he was under the Imperius curse; fixed in place and awaiting a command, whilst the moonlight pierced the lake behind the tall windows, bathing the room in a green glow.
His eyes trail to Ominis’ collar, where the slightly large robe has started to slide off his shoulder, revealing the full extent of Sebastian’s artwork. Then, Ominis is standing, and Sebastian will be damned if he blinks and misses a moment of this. He is facing the fireplace. Fucking tease. The flames are casting shadows across his svelte figure. He’s ethereal; high cheekbones and finely chiselled.
He rolls his head, and the tendons in his neck flex, making Sebastian’s mouth water. If he wasn’t LITERALLY tied down, he’d be crowding the blonde - sucking and lathering more marks into his throat. Skin like marble, smooth and pale, but blemished with stains from Sebastian’s assaulting kisses.
Ominis drops his other shoulder, and loosens the tie on the robe, letting it fall and pool around his ankles. Sebastian wishes he could map every constellation of beauty marks scattered down his naked back with his mouth, then bite into the curve of his ass and continue all the way down to the hem of the stockings hugging his mid thighs…
Ah, yes. He’s meant to be learning something here, isn’t he?
As if sensing Sebastian’s lewd thoughts, Ominis shoots a glare over his left shoulder. Deftly kicking the robe away from his path, he walks with a frightening precision until he is stood at his captive’s head. Sebastian drags his eyes up those long legs and Ominis’s hard cock. He wants to beg for mercy from the divine entity towering over him, the radiance from the fire giving him a backdrop like the old gods the muggles once worshipped.
A foot nudges his chin upwards, and now he is staring into those captivating eyes. Unseeing, yet they know him entirely. Their centres supernovas, reaching out and dragging him in. Shit.
“You never were the patient type,” Ominis observes.
“Ominis, pl-“
“Again with the whining!” He cuts Sebastian off.
“You’d swear you were a kicked puppy, love. Although, it’s the least you deserve when you can’t behave.”
There’s a moment of contemplation that passes over his features. Then, he presses the ball of his foot down on Sebastian’s throat, making him emit a surprise moan that’s choked off by the pressure.
Ominis smirks. He continues rolling his foot along the column of Sebastian’s neck, pushing down into his trachea and clearly revelling in the broken hitches of breath that manage to escape.
Sebastian’s eyes are watering as he fights to keep them open. The tears slide down his temples dampening his already sweat matted curls.
He feels erratic. He’s sure he would be clawing at his throat and Ominis’ foot if he could free his hands. Instead, he’s writhing beneath it - twisting his head in a trivial attempt to let more air in.
Then it stops.
A ‘tsk’ leaves Ominis’ mouth, which is now set into more of a grimace. Sebastian screws his eyes shut tightly with the onset of a burning hot wave of shame. Ominis’ foot has abandoned his exploration of Sebastian’s throat, and is now resting against his bobbing erection.
“Fucking hell, Sebastian.” Ominis scolds him and removes his foot. “Are you honestly that depraved that you’re fully erect and leaking from being stamped on?”
Sebastian sobs. This isn’t fair and Ominis is as depraved as he is?! His eyes are half-lidded and he is breathing heavily through his nose as he re-connects his foot with Sebastian’s intimate parts, proceeding to press his heel into his balls, now choking off another part of his body.
“It’s pathetic.”
He’s nudging Sebastian’s cock and tilting it with his foot to point fully upright when he lets out a sigh. If Sebastian didn’t feel scrutinised before, he certainly does now.
“Very well, love. If you can be good, I’ll be good to you. Do you think you can do that?”
Sebastian isn’t sure what he’s agreeing to by ‘being good’ but he’s nodding and muttering his ‘pleases’ before he has a chance to consider it.
Ominis is dropping to his knees, and crawling his way up to settle alongside him. Gentle hands which contrast his earlier treatment are cradling Sebastian’s face, wiping the tears from his cheekbones. Even gentler kisses follow their trail. However, the ruse is quickly broken as Ominis licks a long stripe from his jaw to his temple, then dips his head near his ear.
“I’m going to fill that filthy mouth of yours and I better not feel any teeth. Can you manage that, mutt?”
“Y-yes, Ominis.”
Ominis, graceful as ever, swings his left leg over Sebastian - seating himself across his chest. He leans over Sebastian’s head to grip the bedpost with one hand, whilst the other hand grips his erection, thumbing the tip and readying to guide it into Sebastian’s waiting mouth.
Sebastian can tell by the quivering of the lithe muscle in Ominis’ arms and stomach that his resolve is starting to break. He can’t help but admire how hard he is fighting to maintain control, as he slides into Sebastian’s mouth almost agonisingly slow, when he clearly wants to snap his hips forward.
The petulant part of Sebastian wants to make him cave.
Sebastian tilts his head forward as much as possible, pressing his nose into Ominis’ pubic bone. Hollowing out his cheek bones, he’s sucking to drag Ominis in when a moan croaks it’s way up his throat.
A hand clamps the right side of his face, and Ominis frees himself.
“Still whining?” He mocks him. “As much as I adore your eagerness, I did say I was going to fill your mouth, not fuck it. You really must pay attention.”
Ominis lets go of Sebastian’s face, which would probably look incredulous if Ominis could see it.
He eases his way back into his mouth, “Now, stay still whilst I concentrate.”
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Sebastian is desperate, and it feels like forever as Ominis shallowly ruts himself into Sebastian’s mouth as he grips the bed post for stability. He’s behaving, but it’s so difficult being obediently still whilst your obscenely hot boyfriend is moving in your mouth so languidly. Sebastian’s chest is soaked in a mixture of his hopeless tears and spit. He thinks he may combust when he feels Ominis reach under himself and start working his own hole open with a mixture of the fluids and a lubrication charm. It’s obscene.
Ominis grits his teeth and hisses a sibilance of expletives, which Sebastian resolutely knows ARE NOT English.
“I’m going to untie you now,” Ominis finally speaks. Gentler; like a martyr delivering Sebastian from this torture. “Can you play nice, darling?”
Sebastian is nodding enthusiastically and as soon as his hands are free he’s helping guide Ominis down the hilt of his neglected cock, despite the excruciating throbbing in his wrists as the blood flow starts to return. Whilst Ominis has had him in the palm of his hand, Sebastian can hold him in his; gripping the dip at his waist.
It’s Ominis’ turn to whine. Sebastian is fully sheathed in his tight heat, and his hands move to grip the boy’s thighs. He thumbs the lace lining the top of the stockings, hooking underneath then allowing the elastic to bounce back with the smallest of slaps. Ominis’ breath stutters and his opaline eyes slip shut, their long eyelashes caressing his delicate cheeks.
Sebastian knows they won’t last long being so pent up, and he pulls Ominis’ head down by the hair at the nape of his neck to meet his lips in a hungry kiss, simultaneously fucking his hips up into him.
Ominis has gone compliant and soft, palms splayed on Sebastian’s chest he has just painted with his spend. He’s panting and doesn’t protest when Sebastian bites down into his bottom lip. The blood coats Sebastian’s tongue and sends him careening over the edge shortly after.
They settle there for a few moments, before Ominis extracts his limbs, pulling himself off the floor and stumbling on shaking legs along his memorised route to the chair. Sebastian’s eyes don’t leave his figure - stockings still in place on legs that are now glistening and spread invitingly to expose an equally glistening core.
Draped in the chair, Ominis rubs his forehead and an exasperated sigh escapes from his crimson stained lips.
“Come clean up your mess, Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s joints creak and protest as he pulls himself onto his knees to crawl.
He knows he’s going to bite Ominis again.