𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 ✎𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚

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Tom POV

Jamison and I tiptoed past Bas and Roddy's bedrooms, I feeling every bit of the teenager that I never got to be.
As soon as we reached my rooms, Jamison picked me up bridal style and threw me onto my soft bed.

Soon enough, we were both naked. (How did our clothes get off that fast??) My entrance was already slicked up. Jay started to scissor me, stimulating my already oversensitive body. I thought that I would cum right there and then.

Before all common sense left me, I stopped him. His green eyes looked worriedly at me, as if he thought he'd hurt me somehow.

I gave him a lopsided smile. "I knoooow what you're thinking Mistah Jay (Harley Quinn vibes)"I slurred. Boy would I have a hangover tomorrow...

"No, youuu didn't hurt me," I continued. "I just wanna sayuh wazz if you got protection? Ya know, I don't wanna get knocked up or something..."

It was a very real possibility. Males in the Wizarding World could actually get pregnant. You have no idea how surprised I was when I found out. Magic is weird as fuck. The upside was, that unlike witches, our stomachs stayed flat. I don't know why...

Jamison blushed and said: "N-No...Do you still wanna carry on?"

I giggled. Too high. "What's coming will come and we'll meet it when it does*"I said. "Just fuck me, Jay..."

He grinned and immediately captured my mouth in an electrifying kiss.

I felt a wide girth enter me slowly, filling me. My god, it was so long! Jay moved from my mouth and went straight to my neck and bit me hard enough to draw blood. I loved it all.

His strong, elegant, tanned hands kept my hips from bucking upwards as he slammed into me with a furious pace.

Each pound hit that sweet, sweet spot in me and sent me into a blubbering mess. All I could see were stars and I chanted Jay's name as if it were a prayer.

"Harder! Harder, Jayyy! Go Faster!...Jamison...Ah Jayyyyy!" I moaned like a wanton whore. Dear Lord! I never wanted this to end!

Too bad my wish wasn't kept. I came, ropes of white going all over both Jamison and I's bodies. Jamison didn't seem to be done just yet.

I was overloaded with pleasure that it turned into a delicious pain. I got aroused all over again...

Not even six minutes later, Jamison sent me into my second climax while he had reached his first.

We were still connected as he turned us both onto our sides and soon, we both fell into the greatly appreciated release of sleep. I could have sworn that I heard Bella's demented cackles before I drifted off...

Life was gooood.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

The next day...

Harry POV

Oh my fucking God! My head! The light in here is just too fucking bright! Where the fuck am I?

I feel that my dick is in a weird position. It feels like it's stuck in something. Why do I feel so crusty anyway?? My arms were weighed down by a slightly heavy object. Huh?

I cracked open my emerald eyes to see a mess of beautiful mahogany locks in my face. Volo, my mind supplied helpfully.

He looked beautiful as he slept. Surprisingly enough, I thought that I would forget everything from last night, but everything came to me with perfect clarity. Volo taking me to his hotel. Us slipping past his friends' rooms, us having steamy sex. I have actually slept with at least seven guys in the last year alone, so this wasn't my first rodeo.

Hermione was also on the same scale as me before she started going out with Luna. Ron took a long time to get over that one...

I want a shot with Volo. He seems like a great person...but I feel like he's hiding something. Big too.

But, whatever... it's not like I'm not doing the same thing.

Volo grunts softly as he opens his own eyes. "Fuck you, sun..."he muttered as his amethyst orbs narrowed. His eyes registered me for a moment and soon, he's smirking.

"Morning, Jay..."he greeted me with a raspy voice.

"Morning, Volo..."I greeted back with a goofy grin.

He rolls his eyes playfully as he moves off my lap, the warm tightness' absence making me sad. He digs around in the drawer next to him, the blanket hanging teasingly off his hips, just covering his perky bum.

"Yes...knew they were here!"he whispered.

He threw something at me. Pitch black sunglasses. Volo wore his own pair. Luckily, I wasn't as blind as a bat anymore. I had gotten my eyes fixed during the Easter of '96...

I put on the sunglasses and the throbbing headache lessened. Thank God.

"Always prepared?"I joked.

"Yup! Had too many hangovers to not have extra sunglasses packed,"Volo said coolly. He had a Muggle cigarette in his hand and was resting against the headboard.

"Want one?"he asked me.

"Sure."

He fished in his drawer again and took out a cigarette. He gave it to me wandlessly lit up his index finger with a low key Incendio and soon, I was feeling the buzz of the nicotine.

"It was a great night..."he whispered.

"Yeah...Hey...do you have a Muggle cellphone?"I asked him.

"Yeah,"he said and soon, an iPhone 8 (Yes, I know that phones such as this didn't exist, but I don't care. I'm using my phone model for this) It looked sleek, but it's cover made me laugh. It said : I sometimes question my sanity, but the unicorn in the kitchen told me I'm fine. on its black cover in white letters.

He scrolled his apps and pressed his contacts.

"What's your number?"he asked.

I gave him the digits slowly.

"Do you have your phone?"he asked.

"Yup." I took it out and carefully typed in his number.
I had him down as Volo🖤

"How long are you staying in Paris?"he asked me.

"Til August twenty-four. So that's another two weeks..."

"Two weeks we can spend with each other..."

"Yeah. I'd like that..."

I felt as if I were playing a very dangerous game for some reason...What exactly was I getting myself into?