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Ron was on his knees but the hard stone floor was the furthest thing on his mind. He was much more focused on the wizard in front of him, and the hard cock straining against that wizard’s briefs. Deep down he thought he should probably be embarrassed, but he really wasn’t thinking clearly as nuzzled his nose against the cloth covered cock.
“You look so fucking sexy on your knees,” the deep voice said as he reached a hand out to thread through Ron’s already messy hair. Ron preened at the compliment, sitting up a little straighter on his knees. “Take my cock out,” Viktor breathed.
Hooded whiskey colored eyes watched Ron hesitantly lower the elastic band until Viktor’s cock hung free in front of Ron. If Ron wanted to back out, now would be the time, he could tell Viktor he’d never sucked cock before and he was sorry for leading him on. But, Ron was never known for his brains.
Ron studied Viktor’s cock for a moment, before wrapping his hand around the thick shaft. Viktor let out a low breath when Ron’s thumb swiped over his slit, smearing precum over his head. After a few tentative rubs down Viktor’s rock hard cock, Ron licked his lips and decided it was now or never. He had no idea what he was doing, so he was going to try to replicate what felt good to him and hope for the best.
When Ron’s lips made contact, Viktor’s fingers tightened in his hair. He ran his tongue over the head before slowly taking more and more until he gagged. Ron went to pull back, but Viktor’s hand kept his head still, pushing past Ron’s gag reflex as he thrust his hips a few times. Ron spluttered when Viktor released his hold, taking deep breaths.
Ron looked up, intent on apologizing to Viktor for being so bad at cock sucking, but instead he saw Viktor staring down at him with fire in his eyes. Viktor looked like a god, his cock standing at attention, firm quidditch muscles on display, and his face rapt in lust. Steeling his nerve, like the Gryffindor he was, Ron looked at Viktor and whispered, “fuck my mouth.”
Viktor did not need to be told twice, his forearm tensed as he tightened his hold on Ron’s hair. He slid his cock back into Ron’s mouth, bobbing Ron’s head up and down his length with the ferocity of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. Ron coughed around Viktor’s cock, but Viktor just watched as strings of drool collected on Ron’s chin and slid down onto his shirt. “Such a good fucking cocksleeve,” Viktor growled, pushing his cock deeper down Ron’s throat.
The degrading compliment went straight to Ron’s own cock that was straining painfully against his zipper. Ron had somehow swallowed all of Viktor down his throat, his nose pressed into Viktor’s pubes. Viktor held him there, savoring the feel of Ron’s warm mouth completely encompassing him.
Ron was convinced he was going to pass out, but he decided death by choking on Viktor Krum’s cock probably wasn’t the worst way to die. At the last moment, Viktor pulled back, giving Ron a moment to breathe. “Such a sloppy mouth whore,” Viktor praised, running his free hand through the mess of drool and precum to smear it across Ron’s face. Ron was really going to need to evaluate this new kink Viktor unlocked, but for now, he was desperate to continue sucking Viktor’s cock.
He went to take Viktor back into his mouth, but instead Viktor lifted his cock and directed Ron’s attention to his balls. Ron didn’t hesitate, he sucked and licked Viktor’s balls, running his tongue across the delicate skin. A low groan of appreciation told Ron he was doing well before Viktor used his hold on Ron’s hair to rub his cock down Ron’s face. Viktor pressed his tip to Ron’s lips just before he opened up and once again Ron swallowed Viktor’s length.
With his hand firmly in Ron’s hair, Viktor set a relentless pace, sloppily fucking Ron’s mouth. Each obscene gag and slurp from Ron brought Viktor closer to the edge. Ron was certain Viktor was about to rip out a chunk of hair when his hold tightened even further. A few frantic and chaotic thrusts were the only warning Ron received before Viktor’s cum filled Ron’s throat faster than he could swallow. Even with cum dribbling down Ron’s face, Viktor didn’t pull out, his hips continued to thrust slowly until he’d unloaded every last drop into Ron’s mouth.
“Fuuuuck,” Viktor groaned, releasing Ron’s hair. “Look at you,” Viktor breathed, still catching his breath from his orgasm, “you’re just a cock hungry slut, aren’t you?”
Ron was too busy licking the cum off of his own face to care about being degraded again, he didn’t care what Viktor called him, as long as those whiskey eyes stayed locked on him, overflowing with lust. Viktor reached down to pull Ron from his knees, strong arms wrapping around his slender waist. Viktor studied Ron’s face for any signs of distress before leaning in and capturing Ron’s lips in his. Viktor swiped his tongue across Ron’s lips before Ron opened for him. With the same confidence he used to fuck Ron’s mouth with his cock, Viktor tongue fucked Ron, tasting his own cum mixed with the fire whiskey Ron had downed earlier.
“Let me take care of you,” Viktor said against Ron’s mouth, one hand cupping the bulge in Ron’s pants. Viktor’s lips ghosted across Ron’s jaw and down onto his neck as he undid Ron’s pants to reach inside. Ron moaned the moment Viktor touched his erection, he was going to cum way too soon to be able to appreciate the fact that Viktor Krum was the one getting him off. With a few tugs on his balls, some expert strokes of his cock, and a hard suck on his neck that was sure to leave a hickey, Ron shot his load into Viktor’s hand, uncaring that he probably looked like some two-pump chump.
“Viktor…” Ron said breathlessly, unsure of what else he wanted to say as Viktor licked the cum off his hand, his eyes locked onto Ron’s. The sight was almost enough to make Ron hard again.
Viktor was just about to step forward and kiss Ron again when the atmosphere suddenly changed. A hush fell over the crowd in the tent just a few steps from the broom shed they were hiding in. Then, a booming voice Ron vaguely recognized said, “The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming.”