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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Narrative
"Multiple people saying some thing at the same time."
Quiet pants and sweet moans filled the air, smooth hands travelling over soft skin. His back arched as he gasped, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he could no longer deny his body. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying the way those cold hands roamed over his body, torturing him and pleasuring him, filling his young mind with useless hopes and wishes, that the man dominating him in bed would actually love him, care for him.
He knew it was pointless, ridiculous, but when Lucius whispered those sweet nothings in his ear, trailing butterfly kisses down his neck, he just couldn't help it. When the prestigious Malfoy buried himself hilt deep into the ass of a muggleborn like him, carressing his thighs and asking him if he was alright, it gave him silly hopes.
And when he held him close, that handsome face seducing him every time, making him fall harder and harder each time he appeared, he knew that he had a problem. Because he was falling in love. With Lucius Malfoy of all people, Death Eater at large.
A dark flush spanned over his cheeks as the blond man stroked his side. "Lucius..." He whispered quietly.
And suddenly, the face was snearing, disgust evident as he abruptly pulled back and backhanded the younger man. "Don't say my name. I don't ever want to hear it from your filthy lips again, understood?" Without waiting for a reply, the frigid man left, no remorse or regret for what he had done.
And there Stan Shunpike sat upon the groundm trying desoerately to hold back his tears.
Foolish.
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