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Fingers tangle in sandy brown hair, dark eyes watching carefully. Seamus moveshis head back and forth, tongue licking the length of the cock in his mouth, eagerly sucking and slurping. Theodore always watches him. He had been watching him since third year when he first noticed the full lips of the Irishman and imagined them firmly wrapped around his cock. He'd wanked that night, burying his face in his pillow as he came, ribbons of come coating his stomach and sheets.

It had become a fantasy that would not go away. The charming Gryffindor kneeling before him, sucking his cock like a pro, swallowing every drop of his release before Theo would kneel, spread his cheeks and let Seamus fuck him hard and rough. Years spent watching and dreaming, elusive fantasy, ridiculous to spend so much time wanting what he would never have, could never have.

Then it changed. Seamus found him and nothing was ever the same. The fantasy had been just that, a fantasy. The reality was so much better. Stolen kisses in the greenhouses, mutual wanking in the corners of the dungeon, fucking beneath the Quidditch stands, always Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw to avoid House rivalry. Seamus on his knees, hazel eyes twinkling with mischief and desire as he eagerly sucks Theodore's cock, licking and stroking until he was coming with a low grunt, swallowing it all before licking his lips and leering. Then Theodore on his knees, spreading his arse, Seamus' tongue licking and stretching him, tasting him, hand firmly stroking his spent cock until the flesh is raw and stirring once again. Fucking him with his tongue, curling it up and penetrating his arse, lapping at the pucker until Theodore is hard again, begging, whimpering, needing.

Then Seamus fucks him. Slow and deep, penetrating him completely, balls slapping against his as he gradually picks up speed, groaning as he tells Theodore what a tight arse he has, how much he loves to fuck him, and other things that cause Theo's ears to turn pink and his cock to twitch. Then Seamus will enter him deeply, moaning in release, his cock twitching as he empties himself, his hand covered in Theo's come.

A kiss afterwards, gentle but desperate. Fingers brushing his hair from his face, a silent exchange and then they will smile, knowing that they will meet again as soon as they can. Yes, reality is far more than anything he'd ever dreamed. Seamus had found him, certainly, but Theo, well, he'd found Seamus first, hadn't he? Smiling, he strokes the sandy hair of his lover, moving his hips as he slowly fucks his mouth.