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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Narrative
"Multiple people saying some thing at the same time."
Hate sex.
That's all it was really, just hate sex. There were no feelings involved; just the feeling of two bodies against each others, frictioon, cocks slapping, sweat dripping. That's all it was.
And there was no problem with that. Both of them were just fine with their relationship being how it was.
Neither of them were quite sure how it had started. It might have had sometihng to do with Quidditch, but who really knows? And really, what did it matter? The simple fact was, was that Marcus Flint and Ronald Weasly had hate sex. Once a week, every week for the past three months.
Neither of them really knew why either. they certainly found nothing attractive about one another. Flint had ugly, yellow, crooked teeth. Weasley had horrible ginger hair that made his skin look an unhealthy pasty white. That was the truth. They found noting appealing about each other. Absolutely nothing.
Marcus didn't get hard just imagining a light flush on Ron's freckled cheeks, slitted blue eyes filled with lust.
Ron didn't love and crave the feel of Marcus' rough callused hands on his skin, or those chapped lips on his upon his own.
It was hate sex, pure and simple. And that was okay, because they both hated each other's guts and found absolutely nothing about the other attractive.
And that was the undeniable truth.
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