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“C’mon, Ollie,” Roger murmured, nuzzling his roommate’s neck. “You know you want it.”

“Roger, we can't,” Oliver protested, but his body said differently. His cock was rock-hard against Roger’s, and his hands had already slipped down to cup the other man’s arse. It was firm and round under his hands, and he knew it would be tight and hot around his cock. “I have a girlfriend.”

“Only because you think you’re supposed to,” Roger murmured, kissing a tingling path down Oliver’s throat. He knew exactly how to get to him, make him forget about all his honor and morals. “Because what would everyone say if they knew that big, strong Quidditch man just wanted to bury his dick in a bloke’s arse after a match?”

“Shut up,” Oliver hissed, but he didn’t try to stop Roger’s hands working through the buttons of his shirt, clearing a path for those wet, hot kisses. Roger’s lips drifted over his nipple, sucking and teasing, and Oliver gasped.

“They’d all be so horrified, wouldn’t they?” Roger taunted. He was unfastening Oliver’s belt now, then the button on his trousers. “If they knew the hero of the game loved sucking a man’s cock until he was begging for a fucking. If they knew how hard I was making you right now, like your girlfriend never does.”

“Shut up!” Oliver insisted, and still, he knew Roger was right. Alicia could never do this for him. Alicia never made him feel like his skin was on fire, like he was going to explode from just a single touch of her hand on his cock. He never looked down and watched as she got on her knees in front of him, not like he was watching Roger pull down his shorts so he could lick slowly from the head down to his balls.

Roger grinned wickedly up at him. “You’d rather I did something better with my mouth?” he teased, and took the responding growl and the hand clenched in his hair as a yes. In one slow, smooth movement he took Oliver’s cock all the way down to the hilt, relishing the groan Oliver let out as he surrendered.

Oliver watched intently as Roger deep-throated him, and of their own volition his hips began rocking to meet the delicious, obscene bob of Roger’s head. “So good...” he murmured, not even realizing that the words had slipped past his train of thought and into audibility. “Gods, you’re so good, Roger.”

Roger smiled as his lips slid off of Oliver’s cock to lick his balls. He knew he could get what he wanted; all he had to do was start and Oliver was putty. One hand wrapped around Oliver’s shaft to stroke him steadily as Roger took each neatly-trimmed globe into his mouth in turn. He knew it was him Oliver kept himself so nicely groomed for, not Alicia, and the thought made him smirk as he got back up to his feet.

“Roger,” Oliver whined, desperate for more attention. Roger loved doing this to him: getting him so close to coming, and then pulling back with more demands.

“I’m not letting you go in my mouth,” Roger whispered against his lips. “You do that, and then you tell yourself it’s just a blowjob and you’re still straight. You’ll convince yourself you were thinking about a girl when you blew your load, when we both know it’s the other way ‘round.”

He claimed Oliver’s lips in a searing kiss, feeling elated and smug when Oliver met him measure for measure. Their tongues tangled, and Oliver pushed him back toward the bed. Oliver had snapped, and there was no going back now.

“Fucking whore,” Oliver growled, yanking furiously at Roger’s stupidly expensive trousers to get them down on the floor where they belonged. “This is all your fault.”

Roger helped shove what remained of his clothes to the ground, an eager light in his eyes. “That’s right,” he said, reaching out to stroke Oliver’s cock again. “All my fault, waving my tight little arse under your nose all day. Why don’t you show me my place?”

Oliver fell to his knees between Roger’s invitingly spread legs, engulfing his cock in the wet heat of his mouth and roughly fingering his hole all in one go. He found Roger’s entrance already slick and ready for him - the other man must have lubricated himself already, preparing for what he knew Oliver would give him.

“Yes, Oliver,” Roger moaned, urging him on. “Stretch me out for that big prick. Suck my cock so I come as soon as you get it in me.”

Oliver’s lips left his cock with an obscene pop, just as another finger joined the other in Roger’s arse. “You come when I say you can come,” he snarled. “And I’ll take all night with it if I want.”

“I know you will,” Roger replied. He wore a triumphant smirk even as he fucked himself on Oliver’s fingers. “Because you love fucking me. You get so hard for me that you can’t stand it, and then you hammer that big cock into my arse all night long because you need it.”

“You’re such a fucking slut.” Oliver grabbed Roger’s shoulders to turn him over, but Roger leaned up and wrapped his arms around Oliver’s neck. The ensuing tangle put Oliver on his back, Roger straddling him.

“You’re going to look at me while you fuck me,” Roger said, leaning over him to take another demanding kiss. He lifted his hips and reached down to position Oliver’s cock at his hole, slowly impaling himself on the large staff. He groaned at the incredible feeling of fullness, throwing his head back in passion before looking down to see Oliver’s eyes fixed on his cock bobbing between them.

Oliver was forced to look, but good Merlin did he like what he was looking at. Roger’s body was so beautiful, all hard planes and lean muscle, and his face - God, his face, twisted in ecstasy as he began riding him. Oliver couldn’t help himself: he moved on hand to Roger’s hip, the other to his cock.

“You feel so good,” he whimpered helplessly, shame and passion washing over him as he knew he was doing it again. He was cheating on Alicia with his roommate, fucking his best friend with a passion he could never muster for her.

“Is this what you think about when you fuck her?” Roger asked, shifting his angle to make sure Oliver hit just the right spot inside him. “Do you think about sucking me to get yourself hard for her? Do you close your eyes and pretend it’s my arse you’re buried in instead of her cunt?”

“Stop!” Oliver pleaded, but he thrust up harder from underneath his lover. Roger moaned, and Oliver stroked the other man’s cock faster. “Please, Roger, just fuck me. Don’t...”

“You’re the whore,” Roger leaned down to whisper, and nipped at Oliver’s ear. This time he let Oliver roll him over, the two of them face to face as Oliver pounded furiously into him. He cried out Oliver’s name as his seed spilled, shooting over his chest and belly. “Come for me, Oliver,” he murmured, his arms winding lovingly around Oliver’s neck. “Come inside me. Fill my arse, love. You know you need it. Just do it.”

Shaking, groaning wordlessly, Oliver did just that. His body trembled as his orgasm filled Roger’s arse with a wet warmth, and he clung to those last gentle words.

“I’m sorry, Rog,” he whispered, slowly pulling out of him. He had to make it up to Roger somehow, the fact that he couldn’t tell anyone the truth. Oliver began to carefully clean his lover with his tongue, licking the spurts of come from his skin. He loved the taste, and Roger loved the touches. “I’m so sorry.”

Roger should be angry, he knew, but he needed this as much as Oliver did. His nipples hardened to pebbles at the attention, his body all too aware of what was coming. Soon he would be hard again, and Oliver would suck him so tenderly, bringing him off and eagerly swallowing every drop. And he still wouldn’t tell Alicia.

“I know, love,” Roger murmured, stroking Oliver’s hair. “I know.”
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