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Leander P. X Sebastian S | Hogwart's Legacy.

Not part of my Leander x Sebastian serie. Mara Ambrose is @boxdstars 's OC.

"Your eyes."

Tags : nsfw, smut, voyeurism, non con! Voyeurism, p in v sex, sebastian is a perv, leander is a lady's man, masturbation, leander and seb totally violate a mob's privacy lmao. Please do not interact if you are uncomfortable with these things. Not proofread and written at 2 AM.

The graduating students had organized a small party at the Three Broomsticks. They would be adults and out of school in just barely a week, and many wanted to celebrate one last time before all parted ways and went on with their -real- lives. Sebastian and Leander were part of them.

It was Garreth who had pulled Leander to this small party with most of their school friends or other students they had seen but never befriended. Leander wasn't particularly bothered by going on one last party before leaving Hogwarts, but he wasn't hyped either. "Not like some were..." He thought as he avoided an already drunk Garreth laughing and moving around the spacious room with a just as drunk Mara under his arms, and a mug of butterbeer in his other hand.

Sebastian had kind of been dragged by Imelda and Anne, just like Ominis. He wasn't in the mood for a party and some drinking, but for his sister and to support his best friend who despised parties, he had willingly went with them. Now he was pretty drunk, laughing as he watched Garreth and his other best friend strolling in a not-so straight path around the room. He knew that Ominis -sulking beside him- would get him back to their dorm safely.

The party went on, the drinks were emptied then filled then emptied more than once, and people spoke loudly or joked everywhere. Even those who weren't from Hogwart's had a good time, either laughing at the drunk youngsters or talking with the still sober ones. Sebastian thought that it was kind of funny as he saw Amit explaining something even he couldn't understand sober, to a very drunk old wizard.

Ominis had stayed with Anne -who was just as drunk as Sebastian, if not more- while the taller twin went to fill up their glasses. He was having a good time. That was until his path inevitably met Leander's. Of course. A get together with Garreth here would always have Leander near, probably ruining the party for most. And yet, here he was, sitting at the bar with a pretty witch on his lap and another one next to him.

Sebastian cringed, he didn't really know why, but the sight made him tense as he moved toward the bar, next to Leander so he could get a refill. He hoped that the red head wouldn't see him so he could just go on with his evening. But befause fate is a bitch or his luck had already took her leave, Leander's brown and drunk eyes turned to look at him. His slurred words just stopped charming the two witches near him, and Sebastian wondered if the sight of him really had made Leander speechless. Was it out of disgust, annoyement ? The Slytherin kind of was hurt. And as always, when hurt, he turned to glare at the source of his problem.

No words were spoken, or at least not between the two boys. No, they were too busy looking at each other. Leander thought that the girl on his lap was speaking, calling his name. He could hear it, but he couldn't process it and didn't care to do so. All he could look at was Sebastian. He hated that name, but right now he loved these two deep, brown eyes. He had never seen just how beautiful his irises were, and he wished that he could forget it just so once again he could experience the wave of nostalgia, fascination, surprise and adoration that he had felt through his veins when their gazes met.

At some point, Leander didn't know when, the witch had left his lap. He didn't process it immediately, not before Syrona almost slammed -or maybe he was too focused on something else- Sebastian's refilled mug against the counter. The two young men physically flinched, and the Gryffindor finally looked away to realize that the girl he'd wanted to charm tonight was gone.

When he looked up to check if Sebastian was just as weirded out, impacted by their eyes meeting, he found that the boy was gone, with his drink. Leander felt a terrible wave of anxiety and fear striking him, and his pupils darted around the room in a hurry, desesperate to find the ones who had charmed them, desesperate to see again the beauty they held. Perhaps Sebastian wasn't as affected by their moment, Leander thought.

But he was, very much. Sitting back at his table, he had lost all wants to joke with his best friend, or mock his other one. He had lost all wants to do anything. His eyes only stared at the mug of butterbeer in his hands, that he clutched tight by fear of losing it. It was as if nothing attracted his pupils, nothing deserved to be looked at by them. Nothing except Leander's. He almost felt empty. It was a weird feeling, one he had only felt when Anne left in their fifth year, after the incident with Solomon. Similar, but not quite the same. Loneliness, nostalgia, fear. He didn't dare to act on these feelings. It was Leander, after all, and he hated Leander.

Leander didn't find Sebastian. His legs didn't have the courage to stand up and find him through the drunk, and too happy for his taste, crowd. He just asked for another drink, and stared at the brown of his Firewhiskey for what felt like hours, desesperate to find the fierce feelings he had seen in Sebastian's eyes, warmth, challenge, strenght. But the drink was empty, and soon enough so was the glass. Leander stopped thinking after that.

When Sebastian stood up again, it was because his bladder forced him to. Too scared to accidentally stumble upon Leander again and feel things he'd rather never face again, he had stayed glued to his seat all night. But now, he had to use the bathroom, and he cursed his body for having such foolish needs. He was drunk and past rationality.

Avoiding Mara and Natty kissing in a corner, before passing next to another couple with an awkward Poppy near them, Sebastian finally reached the The Broomsticks's bathrooms.

The first thing he was met with was a soft, hungry brown. Warmth, desire, and a deep, all mighty anger. Leander's eyes stared at him from barely four meters away, just as the door slowly closed behind him. Between them was another wall, behind which Sebastian still was hidden, and between them was a woman. The second thing the Slytherin was met with, was the sight of a very pretty woman kissing Leander's slender neck, her back facing him.

And no matter how pretty she was, Leander's eyes stayed glued to Sebastian's, making no attempt to keep his moment private and intimate. And no matter how pretty she was, Sebastian's pants only tightened when his gaze looked down at Leander's hands, long fingers caressing the soft but still covered flesh.

The room was filled with the woman's soft mewls and pants, alongside Leander's, and it was enough to silence Sebastian's arrival. And although the Gryffindor could have stopped it all, he instead grabbed the woman's behind and pulled up her dress, before making her put her legs around his waist. She was completely oblivious to the other man's presence, who stared a them with a morbid, hungry curiosity.

Leander's eyes were fixated on Sebastian's as he opened his pants and freed himself, very hard shaft freed from the tight tissues and instead meeting the cold air. His tip was furiously weeping, as it rubbed against the woman's behind, and Sebastian thought that it was just the size he had expected. The thought was quickly brushed aside and forgotten when the other man's dick was rubbed against the whimpering woman's cunt. And just as it did, Sebastian palmed himself through his pants.

Leander's gaze moved down toward Sebastian's hand, staring with his dilated pupils. The moment Sebastian caressed himself through his pants, Leander thrusted his hips upward to rub his red tip against the cunt of the woman whose name he couldn't remember. Not when Sebastian's had took over his mind. They moved in tandem, not at all bothered by the woman and how they were violating her privacy. When the taller man finally thrusted up to penetrate her, Sebastian freed his cock and squeezed his tip, both biting back a sinful moan.

Sebastian was resting his shoulder against the wall, a hand slowly pumping himself, timing his fist so it matched Leander's pace. Each wet thrust of the Gryffindor inside the woman's weeping cunt, Sebastian would match it with his hand, the two letting out soft moans, and the two staring at each other's eyes intensely, without anything breaking their gazes. Leander knew that it was very innapropriate, he could get in real troubles for that, but one look down at Sebastian's fist on his cock and the hungry look in his eyes, and his own cock twitched and he forgot about ethics. It was the same for Sebastian, they were both chasing a sinful and forbidden pleasure with each of their fastening thrusts.

The taller man frowned and let out a louder moan, white paper teeth showing before he let them sink in the woman's flesh, on her shoulder. She let out a whine but he didn't care, his eyes were too busy watching as Sebastian's free hand moved up to his own shoulder, passing his fingers under his shirt and vest, caressing his warm skin, as if it was him that Leander had bitten. He was beginning to feel delirious from the pleasure, from the scene in front of him and how hungry for it he was. For what ? That woman ? Having sex ? Leander ?

The Slytherin rest his forehead against the wall between him and the couple, the cold surface suddenly making him aware of how hot his body felt, the way he was sweating from the excitement and many feelings going through him, as well as his fist pumping himself in time with Leander. He recognized in Leander the signs of a close orgasm that he experienced himself, and the two both went faster around their cock, not breaking eye contact once.

Leander was letting out more moans than Sebastian, for obvious reasons, and yet he was silent in a way and never adressed any moans to the woman. Leander knew that he refused to moans because if he did, it wouldn't be the woman he called for. Sebastian knew it, from the way Leander stopped himself from moaning by biting on the woman's shoulder or biting his own lip. The Slytherin dug his nails on his shoulder, mimicking the bite and finding pleasure from the thought of it, mixed with just enough pain. Seeing Sebastian begging for his bites was enough to tip Leander over to the edge, and the pain was enough to make Sebastian reach his climax too.

One came inside the woman's tight heat as she moaned and came too, and the other came on the wall in front of him, painting it white with thick spurts of come. A silence floated in the room between them, the woman going to kiss Leander. He kissed back, pupils avoiding hers and instead seeking out Sebastian's. One second looking away was enough for the Slytherin to leave, and when he tried to look at him again, he was gone. Loneliness, nostalgia, fear.

He never saw Sebastian again after that night. They went their own ways, ways that did not involve each other. They never felt the warmth that their pupils procured again, and never could find pupils that fulfilled their emptiness.

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