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“Come on, Harry. You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to cum any time soon.”
Harry hums and takes a deep breath before he swallows Tom’s cock down, taking him into his throat. He only stops once his lips are pressed against Tom’s bollocks.
“That’s it. Good boy.”
Harry deliberately swallows around Tom and runs his tongue along the underside of his cock. There was a time when Harry would have been appalled at the thought of putting his mouth anywhere near a guy’s cock but that time is long gone. By now, he has found his peace with the fact that he’ll always find himself kneeling between somebody’s feet sooner or later.
Tom buries his hands in Harry’s hair and pulls his hip back, thrusting into his mouth. Harry digs his fingernails into his thighs and does his best to keep still and his mouth open, allowing Tom to use him like a fleshlight. His gag reflex gets in the way every now and then, but Tom seems to like it when Harry’s throat convulses around his cock, so he doesn’t worry about it too much.
By the time Tom pulls his cock out, spit is running down his chin, dropping onto the floor, and Harry gasps for breath, feeling a little light-headed.
“Damn,” Tom murmurs, wrapping a hand around his cock. Harry glances up at him, blinking away the tears, just in time to catch Tom licking his lips. “If I had known that you’re that hungry for cock, I would’ve goaded you into making a bet with me much sooner.”
Harry ignores the brief flash of anger in his chest and leans forward, licking the tip of Tom’s cock, all while keeping eye contact with him.
That stupid bet. He never should have agreed to suck Tom off and swallow his cum if he loses.
“Watch your teeth,” Tom murmurs as he pulls Harry towards his cock again. This time around, Harry gags significantly more, mostly because Tom moves faster and not as predictably. Harry closes his eyes and focuses on making it through this as quickly as possible. He uses his tongue whenever Tom gives him half a chance and caresses Tom’s thighs through his cloak — Tom wanted Harry to take all of his clothes off while Tom himself only pulled out his cock. It’s a way to demonstrate who’s in power that Harry is all too familiar with. It’s probably better that Tom doesn’t know that such little things long since stopped having any kind of impact on him.
Harry is so focused on getting Tom to cum as quickly as possible that he notices too late that he’s not getting enough air. He digs his fingers into Tom’s thigh and his stomach convulses repeatedly. he wishes he could pull his head back, just for a moment, but there is a hand at the back of his head-
Tom yanks on his hair violently and Harry falls back on his hands and butt, taking in as much air as he can, while crawling back between Tom’s legs. He’s still gasping for breath when he reaches for Tom’s cock, intent on finally getting this over with. Tom yanks on his hair again, pulling him away from his cock, and forces Harry to look up at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Harry blinks away the tears, frowning slightly. Tom’s cheeks are rosy and his hair looks disheveled. Under any other circumstances, Harry would’ve stared at him for looking unhinged — by Tom’s standards, anyway.
“What does it look like?” Harry asks, still feeling a little light-headed.
“Like you’re trying to suffocate yourself on my cock. Why didn’t you pull back?”
Harry blinks up at Tom, running the back of his hand over his mouth to get rid of some of the spit. “Because I wasn’t allowed to.”
Tom raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Your hand was at the back of my head. That means you would have punished me if I had pulled back.”
Tom stares at him as if he thinks Harry lost his mind. “Who told you such nonsense? If you need to breathe, you need to breathe. It’s as simple as that.”
Harry shrugs. “The whole point of this is to humiliate me, isn’t it? I didn’t want to take any chances. But if you don’t mind me taking breaks to breathe, that’s great. I appreciate it.”
Harry smiles up at Tom, trying to look as sweet as he can with spit running down his chin. Suddenly, Tom pulls his hand out of Harry’s hair and takes a step back. His expression is even, perfectly unreadable.
“Go to bed, Harry.”
Harry blinks. “If you let me go now, you’ll lose your chance to cum in my mouth. I agreed to give you one blowjob. Not two.”
Harry leans back to release some of the pressure on his knees. Kneeling so long on the hard floor always hurts, no matter how regularly he does it.
Eventually, something in Tom’s expression shifts and he takes a step back towards Harry.
“Fine. Just don’t do something as stupid as that again.”
It wasn’t stupid. Fainting isn’t as bad as some of the other things you could do to teach me a lesson.
Harry wraps his lips around Tom’s cock, swirling his tongue along the tip before he swallows it down, taking it into his throat again where it’s hot and tight. Tom lets him do as he pleases for a while before he pushes his hands into Harry’s hair again.
Tom sets a surprisingly slow and easy pace. He still pushes his cock into Harry’s throat every time, but he keeps his movements predictable and almost careful. If Harry didn’t know any better he would have said that Tom is trying to make this as pleasant for Harry as possible — which is such a ridiculous thought that Harry would have snorted at himself if he didn’t have his mouth full of cock.
Harry’s comfort doesn’t matter. It never does.
Before long, Tom speeds up his thrusts slightly and then he lets out a quiet groan. Harry relaxes when he tastes the familiar bitterness on his tongue and he swallows it all down. The second Tom pulls his hands out of his hair, Harry leans far enough back that he can lick Tom clean. After that, he crawls back and stands up, pleased to notice that his legs don’t feel as wobbly as they usually do.
Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Tom glancing at his prick, which, of course, remained flaccid through it all. Tom’s expression doesn’t give away whether that annoys or pleases him.
Tom keeps looking at him as Harry cleans himself with his wand as best as he can before pulling on his school robes.
“You won’t go back to your abusive boyfriend,” Tom says, matter of factly.
Harry frowns. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Don’t lie to me. I won’t let anyone treat you like a sex toy.” Such a hypocrite. “Whoever he is, he’s beneath you.”
Harry shakes his head. “You don’t have the power to control who I suck off.”
“Yes, I do. You’ll see.”
“Fine, whatever,” Harry murmurs, walking to the door. “Oh, and Tom? Don’t think I’ll bet with you on anything again. You’ll have to think of something else if you want to fuck my throat again.”
Harry feels Tom’s gaze on him like a physical weight as he closes the door behind himself.