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“Ngh… a-ah!”
He bit his lip, barely containing his grin as he ripped apart another condom. “Good boy you are, yeah? Yeah…” He splayed his hands over the other one’s back.
“Fffuck-” The one below him flushed, burying his face on the pillow. “ Please, oh!”
“W-what…” Victor stammered, his pale cheeks growing red. “Do muggles really like this kind of-... things?” he asked Yuuri, who smiled nervously.
Yuuri leaned against the couch. “Not openly like this, but yeah I guess?” His lips pouted in thought. “I mean not everyone likes porn.”
“Porn?”
“Yeah-” Yuuri’s eyes widened as he caught the bulge between the Durmstrang student’s legs. “Uh.” he swallowed hard.
Victor cursed something Russian, hurriedly throwing his red robes over it. “D-don’t misunderstand! I- It was the-”
“R-right,” Yuuri adjusted his yellow tie, coughing awkwardly. “Sorry, I thought I had to- It’s not really appropriate -”
Victor rubbed his forehead, still flushed. “Just get me some tea from the kitchens…”
Yuuri nodded, dashing right out of the common room.
Victor stared down at his pants, mind still unfortunately (or fortunately?) entertained by thoughts of Yuuri on the floor, smiling as his cock slowly enters his warm, waiting mouth-
“...no.”