Harry shot a glare at his lover.
"Why do you always get to be on top?"
The Firebolt said nothing, but Harry seemed to understand it anyway. He made an annoyed noise.
"I know we have this discussion all the time, but I don't understand why you can't just let me be on top once!"
His voice had increased its power while he was speaking and the last words were practically shouted out.
The Firebolt once again said nothing, but Harry seemed to think that it was giving him a threatening glare. His lower lip quivered, and a split second later he burst out in tears.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed from behind his hands, which were now hiding his face. When he had sobbed for another moment or two, he peeked out between his fingers.
"Make up sex?" He asked carefully. "Please?" He added.
The broom seemed to have no objections, so Harry walked across the room and stood in front of his lover. He undid his pants as sexily as he could, until suddenly the Firebolt seemed to object. "No foreplay?" Harry repeated. "But I was looking forward to–"
He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw the look on the broom's, err, handle. "Okay," he said hastily and dropped his pants to the cold floor of the Gryffindor changing room. They fell in heap around his skinny legs, and were soon joined by his underpants.
The top of the broom found its' way to Harry's opening, and it pushed in roughly and without warning. Harry moaned out in pleasure and shock. The tip of the broom moved in and out, in and out, slowly.
"F-faster!" He cried out in desperation. The Firebolt increased in speed, but decreased in depth.
"Deeper!" Harry shouted, barely being able to form words of the seemingly endless moan coming out of his lips. The Firebolt once again did as it was told, but this time it moved more softly.
"AH…AH…AAAH! H-H-HARDER!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs.
The Firebolt thrust harder into him, and Harry felt like he was going to explode in pleasure. And that he did; coming out as a white, sticky substance. The Firebolt slowly moved out of him, and Harry felt an enormous surge to lick the broom's handle. He resisted it though. He didn't want the Firebolt to think that he was weird.
It was odd, thought Harry, that they had been having sex so long and Harry still didn't have the courage to tell the broom all his sexual desires.
"Wanna taste it?" Harry asked. The Firebolt seemed to be delighted to, so Harry grabbed it by the handle and swept with it over the white fluid on the floor.
Some day, Harry thought, some day.
A/N: I am sick XD Sorry, this idea suddenly popped into my head and I just HAD to write it! XD Reviews please! Btw,do you think I should continue it? XD