Silas stared across the room at Harry, he had been fascinated with the wizard since he had seen him arguing with his young doppleganger, watching as they screamed and shouted at each other, before making up with kisses and touches, and Silas for the first time in a very long time, felt jealousy.
He decided to corner Harry one day, knowing that he would think it was Stefan, he acted just like the silly little vampire who shared his face, he knew this would be the only way he would get what he wanted, and so when Stefan had been gone helping his brother on a errand he had stolen his phone from his pocket, and made it so he wouldn't be able to contact Harry to tell him.
So he led Harry to Stefans bedroom, and tenderly kissed him; slowly undressing him, trailing kisses down his throat; harry laid back on the bed letting who he thought was Stefan kiss his way down, slowly pulling his jeans down, his boxers following. Suddenly his hot mouth engulfed him, sucking him into his mouth, Harry ran his hands through his hair.
Moaning and feeling himself about to come he yanked on Stefan to get him inside of him, "Please, I need you now." and quickly Harry had passed him the lube from the bedside table, and he heard the click of the tube, and suddenly he had his fingers inside the tight warmness which was Harry, feeling him squirming against his fingers, he pressed his lips to his hungrily. "more, please I need your cock," pushing his arse down against the fingers invading him.
Soon enough Silas was sheathed inside Harry, and he moaned; suddenly Harry was a moaning mess beneath him "Please more, fuck me harder, I need more." he cried out digging his fingers into his shoulders.
Silas obeyed and began to pump in and out with fervour, feeling Harry tightening around him, "Yes there, gods don't stop." Harry screamed out as he reached for his own cock frantically tossing himself in time with 'Stefans' thrusts. What seemed too soon to Silas the both of them had cummed together. They lay next to each other, and Silas took the advantage to simply lie cuddling Harry, and imagining that he knew it was him, and not his ungrateful doppleganger.