Panting.

Darkness.

Sweat sliding on sweat.

Grabbing.

Desperate thrusting.

"Gods! Merlin!" Who said this I couldn't really say. I hold onto the mattress for dear life. For sanity. Above me rides a skinny brunette man, glasses fogged beyond usefulness. I force my hips to rise in rhythm with his movements.

Grinding.

Angling.

Pulling him down onto me.

"Please please please," I love it when he begs.

Nnn. This is insane. I may go insane. I may already be insane. Insanity feels amazing. So close, "Potter... I'm about..."

And then it all stops.

First I realize that I haven't cum. It takes a little while to understand what's going on around me. Dizzily, I drink in the sight of that cum guzzling bastard Potter sticking his immature little tongue at me and walking into the bathroom with a smirk.

Wait but.

What?

Potter just-

Wait.

Fuck.

I realize my misstep.

Fucking.

Fuck.

Bastards.

I bolt out of bed and try to get into the bathroom. No luck. Locked. The message is clear.

"HARRY. HARRY. For fuck's sake! I'll call you HARRY but for the love of mercy get back to bed!"

An empathic and frustratingly amused "nah" bounces off bathroom tiles. Another sound seems to be bouncing as well. Potter's fucking wanking. I feel a twitch in my still-hard nether-regions, coupled with a twitch on my forehead.

Resigning to misery and anger, I collapse back onto the sheets, cursing him off as loud as I can and thumbing my own erection.

Honestly. He's being difficult for no reason.

As I relieve myself bitterly, I do my best to chant 'harry' in my head.

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