Heavy music could be heard throughout the dorm, coming from the bathroom. Barty had gone in there almost an hour ago to do god knows what. Evan wasn't going to question him, he'd find out eventually anyway. He flipped a page in his potions textbook; he really couldn't be bothered but slughorn was a pompous arse most of the time whether he did his homework or not. He didn't deserve his time once he left the classroom he should- his thoughts were interrupted by the door to the bathroom opening, and a throat clearing.
He glanced up and nearly lost the ability to breath. Barty was stood there, and he looked good, really fucking good. He'd put eyeliner on, and his uniform, but the shirt was open, and- Evan’s throat went dry. He was wearing a skirt. A fucking green plaid skirt and- were those stockings? Christ, this boy will be the death of him. Barty smiled innocently. "Watcha
think? Pandora let me borrow it, I think it's so me like have you seen how cool these chains are- oof," he was suddenly dragged downwards by the throat. Evan and that bloody collar. He loved that thing.
"You are such a slut you know. Have you seen how fucking short that thing is," Evan set his unoccupied hand on Barty's thigh.
"Well If you don't like it I can always take it off" he was interrupted.
"I never said I didn't like it" he tugged him into a gentle kiss, two fingers still hooked in the ring of the collar "You look amazing baby, gorgeous" Barty smiled, he liked it when Evan complimented him, it made him feel all mushy inside. Evan’s hands were suddenly on his hips, and he was being pulled into his lap; he went without complaint.
"The things I want to do to you, pretty boy. My pretty boy" his head was pushed to the side, exposing his neck, which was immediately pounced upon. Hot wet kisses and gentle nibbles were trailed down the column of his throat, until Evan decided that wasn't enough and began sucking and biting marks into the skin with his teeth, which caused Barty to let out a soft moan, more of a whine. "You sound so perfect baby, god just look at you" he set his hands on his ass, slipping them beneath the material of the skirt, he let out a groan. "You fucking didn't."
His only response was a mischievous grin, as he lifted the fabric and saw black lace. The fucker was wearing panties. He really was trying to kill him. "You're a menace you know that " he leant up towards his ear, and let out a dark whisper "I am going to absolutely ruin you," punctuating his words with a bite to the lobe. Barty whined, squirming in hus lap
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for, an invitation?" His hair was suddenly held in a vice grip.
"Watch it honey, I'm being nice, that can change," he smiled sweetly, turning and pushing him to lay down on the mattress, crawling atop him. "You always look so good sprawled out under me." the other's cheeks pinked at the comment, looking up at him.
"Are you gonna fuck me or not?" He was whining and he knew it. Evan chuckled, patting his hip.
"Patience sweetheart, all in good time," he began exploring his chest with his lips, leaving marks as he went, enjoying the delightful whimpers they elicited. "You're like a stuck record, you're getting desperate already hmm?" He chuckled, amused at how much of a state he was in, when Evan had barely done anything to him yet. Barty squirmed
"Do you really think it takes an hour to put on a skirt and some eyeliner, what the fuck do you think I was doing in there? I knew how you'd react and I was going to be ready for it"
Evan was hit with sudden realisation "Wait you're saying you've already" Barty cut across him.
"Fucked myself open in my fingers so you can shove your dick in me? Uh duh" Evan took his chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his head so he could look at him properly.
"And did you cum" he was met with an eye roll
"Oh come on what do you take me for? I wouldn't be so wound up by a few kisses if I did,” he pouted.
Evan hummed and pecked his lips. "Good boy, now turn over, I want to fuck you an all fours. Oh and get rid of the shirt," he smirked, watching as the brunette did just that, ridding his body of the shirt and getting onto his hands and knees just like he'd been told. "Never get tired of seeing you like this sweetheart," he trailed his fingertips along his spine, watching as goosebumps formed in their wake.
He began taking off his own clothes, starting with his hoodie, tugging it off over his head and onto the floor, his jeans and briefs soon followed. "We should get these off you, I'd rather not break them.” He carefully helped Barty out of the lacy lingerie he had on under the skirt, then settled his hands upon his hips. "You ready baby?" Barty wriggled his hips in response. "Yes, please get on with it already- Fuck!" The echoing sound of a slap could be heard around the room.
"Bossy, not the one in charge here honey" he pressed a kiss to the already forming handprint on his backside. The other hummed.
"Mmm please fuck me Ev, I want it so bad." Now that Evan could let it slide, he grabbed the bottle of lube from his bedside drawer and squirted some into his palm, using it to liberally coat his cock. Pushing up onto his knees he set one hand on Bartys hip, using the other to line himself up with his entrance. With a thrust of his hips he was pushing inside, just an inch, and that alone caused Barty to moan, loudly. The more of Evan he took the closer he got to sounding like a bloody porn star. He was clearly enjoying himself already. Evan held his breath until he was fully bottomed out, taking a minute to adjust to the feeling of the wet heat around his dick, it felt fucking perfect. Barty always did.
"You okay sweetheart?" He was met with a nod
“So okay, you can move please like now please move,'' and move he did, he began a slow steady rocking of his hips, watching as Barty hung his head in bliss.
"Faster, Ev please I can take it," So, Evan indulged him; he began to speed up the movements of his hips, each thrust a bit faster than the last until he elicited a cry of pure pleasure. Must have found his sweet spot, he'd take advantage of that.
Tightening his hold on Barty’s hips, he kept up the exact pace, making sure to hit his prostate directly over and over again, which resulted in a symphony of beautiful needy sounds from his lover. "Oh baby you feel so good, so perfect. You should see yourself, so pretty in your skirt,
My pretty boy, taking me so well" he was spewing pure filth at this point, feeling his own peak building in his groin. Barty was more than ready to break.
"Ev-evan please! Fuck please don't stop don't stop im so close im so close soclosesoclose-" a loud moan of pure ecstacy exploded from hos throat as he came around Evan’s cock, his own hanging now limp and untouched between his thighs. He sagged.
"Fuck sweetheart that so perfect your so perfect baby so perfect, I'm gonna cum sweetheart imgonna-" he let out a deep guttural groan and his own crest hit its peak, Cumming inside him, which elicted another soft sigh from the limp boy beneath him
"s'so good" Barty was most definitely sated, he felt as if he was floating away on the clouds. Evan slowly and carefully pulled out of him before grabbing a washcloth and gently wiping him clean, then proceeded to flop down beside him, grabbing a bottle of water from beside. the bed and coaxing him into drinking a few sips before wrapping his arms around his waist and tugging the other boy into his chest. "Fuck that was amazing" Barty grinned, tucking into his chest.
"You're telling me, you should wear skirts more often" Evan heard a hum of agreement then soft even breathing, barty had fallen asleep in his arms, he'd tired him out seemed. Oh well, they could talk later, but for now Evan thought cuddles and a nap sounded like an excellent idea.