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“What are you doing there, mate?”


Seamus looked up and smiled lazily, “I’m about to suck you off, Dean.”


“Cool,” Dean smiled back as he put his hands behind his head and watched his best friend lick his way down his chest.


“I owe you one, after all,” hazel eyes twinkled with mischief as Seamus gestured at the drying come covering his blankets.


“So ‘tis only a repaying of a favor,” Dean snorted, “Seamus, we’ve been repaying each other nightly since fourth year. Gonna have to come up with another excuse once we graduate.”


“How about,” Seamus’ hand stroked Dean’s hard cock, his tongue licking the ebony flesh of the wizard beneath him, “we’re best friends. Besides, I like you how taste.”


“Don’t know how they do things in Ireland, mate, but best friends don’t often shag each other senseless around these parts,” Dean groaned softly as the sandy haired wizard teasingly moved his tongue over the head of his leaking cock.


Seamus didn’t respond, moving his tongue along Dean’s shaft from the swollen head down to the twin sacs resting on the bed. He opened his mouth and sucked on his best friend’s balls, feeling finger tangling in his hair as he was urged north. Releasing the sensitive sacs, he ran his tongue along Dean’s arse, feeling the taller wizard tense. “Relax, mate. I ain’t planning on shagging you tonight. Just want a taste.”


“You’re a bloody pervert, Seamus,” Dean laughed at the lusty grin on his best friend’s face. He relaxed his muscles, his fingers clenching the sheet as the Irishmen began to tongue his arse. He arched from the bed when he felt a slim finger slide inside him, a warm mouth moving over the head of his cock at the same time.


Seamus moved his head along Dean’s shaft, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking. He had two fingers moving inside the wizard’s arse, crooking them and finding his best friend’s prostate easily after years of practice. He knew it wouldn’t take long, moving his head faster, taking his length into his throat.


“Fuck, fuck,” Dean was chanting softly, his hips moving forward to thrust into Seamus’ waiting mouth and back to impale his bum on those two plunging fingers. With a grunt, he came, his seed shooting down the Irishmen’s throat. Seamus licked him clean before sitting up and sucking on the fingers that Dean had just been inside him. He gave his best friend a smile as he gasped for breath, relieved that their friends had gone to Hogsmeade for the day leaving them alone.


“I think I’ve decided what we can say,” Seamus smiled impishly as he licked his fingers.


“About what?” Dean was barely able to remember his name following one of Seamus’ blow jobs, much less recall what they’d been talking about.


“Us, you prat,” Seamus shoved his friend’s leg, “we’re best friends, with benefits.”


Dean slowly grinned, nodding his head as he said, “Cool.”


*the end *