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If Wishes were Basilisks
Tomo-maru wants...Harry/Marcus Flint "natural"
Where You Belong
Potter, Marcus observed was an excellent flyer.
The little seeker was slender, quick reflexes, and was a natural when on top of a broom and riding it for all it was worth, and a Nimbus 2000 was worth a pretty Galleon.
An added bonus was when they were playing Gryffindor, Marcus was able to watch that pert arse of Potter's, and those thighs clutching the broom. Images of those same thighs round his waist and that pert arse clenching round his prick as he thrust into Potter.
Damn shame the younger wasn't in Slytherin.
He would later find it was because of that ponce Malfoy, that his lover wasn't with Marcus in Slytherin where he belonged, and in his bed when they slept.
But Harry made up for it quite nicely.
Laying on his back in a large bed in the Room of Requirement, Marcus watched in delight as Harry rode his prick like a natural, rocking back and forth, slamming his arse up and down, and grinding all the while.
It was a flurry of motion and Marcus loved it, growling he yanked Harry down to his mouth and kissed him possessively.
No pretty boy Hufflepuff was going to take what was his, and Marcus smirked when he heard his little lion mewling, pathetically begging for more.
Marcus Flint was sadistically, loving every sound that was coming out past Harry's swollen lips from the through plundering he had given earlier.
It wasn't long till his little love was babbling and growing tight around his prick when they both released.
Wrapping his arms around Harry who still had Marcus inside of him while he lay on Marcus's chest, running his fingers through Harry's sweat soaked hair. Both relaxing, sated, and comfortable, drifting into dreamland with murmured "I love you's."