Everlasting
There was a certain lack of morality required to do something like this, Harry thought. No good respectable wizard would have a teenage boy on his knees, sucking down their cock like it was the only way they could survive. Even if you ignored the decades of difference in their age, there was the power the wizard held over the teenage boy. Even if the boy said he didn't want to be where he was later, no one would believe him, the wizard was high in too high regard to ever be thought of as immoral. Though, truly, that's what he was. He had to be.
Harry couldn't be much better though. Maybe not without moral, but no good boy would beg the way he had. "Please, Tom, I need it." He whispered against his lips, already pulling at the wizard's robes, just a inch away from the force that would tear them open. He was a boy and no good boy should feel the need to feel someone's cock resting on his tongue, to feel it shoved down his throat and surround himself in the lack of air and the pain from his hair being pulled.
Good boy or not, when he was all done with his stomach painted white, Tom pet his hair and said, "Such a good boy." It was a complete lie, but Harry loved it. He wrapped himself up in Tom's words and wished he could drown in the wizard's smell, hoped in that moment he could die with Tom next to him and a bit of Tom inside of him.
"What time does your mother expect you home tonight?" Tom questioned.
"By dinnertime. Seven o'clock, I think." Harry said. "Enough time for you to fuck me."
Tom slapped him. "What have told you about using such vulgar language? Do you need to be punished?" His blue eyes gleamed red.
Harry purred. "I think I do, Tom, sir. Might help me learn my lesson, yes?"
Tom smirked. "Doubtful." He said. "Take off your clothes. Now." He ordered. Harry didn't hesitate to obey.
this is exactly 347 words. really fucking short drabble, wrote in ten minutes because...i don't know why exactly.
did you guys hear about randy stair? i saw his instagram, read some shit, stunned the fuck out of me. there was a point in my life where i hardcore idolized eric harris, but i never would've shot some place up. idk. it was upsetting because when i was going through everything he seemed like a pretty alright guy turned killer...or girl. idk. there's a debate about his 'preferred pronoun' because he reportedly had gender dysphoria, but never took any efforts to transition and his chosen name was masculine and idk...people are fighting about that, i'll leave that all to them. in the end though, it doesn't matter whether randy wants to be called he or she, because four people are dead and four families have to mourn