There are two reasons that James Potter shouldn’t currently be kneeling on the hard wooden floors. The first is that it’s painful and most definitely will leave bruises on his knees tomorrow.
The second reason is because he is kneeling in front of one Barty Crouch Jr. who is looking at him like his dinner. (James knows that the second reason is probably far more important but he’s currently so very desperate to taste Barty that he’s more than happy to shut his moral compass up.)
Barty looks sinful staring down at James, one hand in his hair. He knows that he should be wary considering how tight Barty is gripping his hair but when Barty’s tongue slips out to wet his lips, James is more concerned with how fast he can have a taste of the man in front of him.
“So pathetic, Potter. All I’ve done is force you to your knees and you’re already desperate for me.”
James scoffs and goes to respond but Barty beats him to it, “You’re lucky you look fucking hot down there, makes me forget that you’re nothing but a desperate slut.”
Barty yanks on James’ hair so that he’s forced to kneel properly. James is dragged by his hair and is made to follow Barty, who throws himself onto a dark grey couch the moment he’s close enough. The motion means James’ hair is tugged harder than what he’s used to, but he’s surprised that it’s a sound of pleasure, not pain, that slips through his lips. Barty smirks at the sound, “Oh you like that do you?”
His hair is yanked again and a zap of pleasure flies down his spine. James digs his teeth into his bottom lip, refusing to give the other man the satisfaction of hearing another moan. Barty cocks his head to the side, “It’s a little late to act like you don’t want this.” He says in a slightly condescending manner.
James acts coy for the moment, allowing Barty to manhandle him into the position he wants. He ends up slightly squished between Barty’s thick thighs. On his knees, but sitting back so that his ass is sitting on his heels. At this height, James’ eye-line is filled with Barty’s tented trousers and nothing more. The cream-coloured fabric has a tiny damp patch on the front and it makes James drool a little to realise that he’s the cause of it.
James is a little too focused on the fastest way to get to Barty’s dick to notice that the other man has shifted as well. There’s a sharp tug on his hair, which gets his attention immediately, “Well go on then,” Barty gestures to himself, “What are you waiting for?”
James doesn’t hesitate, lunging forward to rip at the button of Barty’s pants immediately. He grabs the little zipper between his teeth and tugs it down roughly. James basks in the moan Barty lets out when his nose trails along his dick.
He doesn’t bother pulling Barty’s pants down, he just starts mouthing at his dick through the fabric of his boxers. Barty hisses, pulling on James’ hair in such a way that he’s forced to pull back from Barty’s body. “Don’t be a fucking tease.”
James smirks, doesn’t Barty know that’s exactly what he is? He plays along for the moment though, using his hands to pull Barty’s pants down to his ankle. He takes his chance, once Barty removes his pants completely. He runs his tongue along Barty’s covered dick, starting at the significant wet patch caused by Barty’s leaking tip. He gathers a little spit on his tongue, so it’s easier to glide it across Barty.
Once James has successfully managed to cover Barty’s boxers in spit and pre-come, he continues mouthing his way up to the elastic at the top. He nips at the skin between the fabric and Barty’s navel, making sure that his teeth will leave marks for days. He mouths along the soft trail of hair leading up to his belly button, tugging the bottom part of it into his mouth the moment he makes contact with it. He sinks his teeth into it, wanting to hurt Barty but unable to do it anywhere that could cause him damage. Barty’s subsequential slap to his face is a pure reflex, James can tell because the other man runs his fingers immediately across the same cheek. He lets out a soft sound when James doesn’t flinch from his touch. James happily continues with his ministrations, leaving equal amounts of spit and teeth marks in his wake.
He feels Barty’s hand travel to the back of his head so when the hair there is yanked, he is not surprised. He still whines- albeit a little pitifully- when he’s no longer pressed against Barty’s warm skin. “I said,” Barty growls, “Enough fucking teasing, Potter.”
James encourages Barty to lift his hips, so he can pull his boxers down. He smirks and lets the elastic hit the tip of Barty’s dick as it goes past. Barty’s eyes roll back, just slightly and he lets out a sound that’s both pleasure and pain. It ignites something in James that it was him causing Barty to make those sounds. There’s something in him that wants to make Barty make that sound again.
He ghosts his lips over Barty’s cock the moment it’s completely free of its constraint but denies them both the pleasure of putting it in his mouth. He lets his hands trail up Barty’s legs, fingers swirling on the skin until goosebumps appear in their wake. He takes the base of Barty’s dick in his hand. The skin is warm and slowly taking on a reddish tint. James makes the motion to start sucking Barty off but at the last second, he bypasses his dick and takes his ballsack into his mouth.
He can only fit one in his mouth at a time so he uses his free hand to fondle the other one. Barty doesn’t seem to mind if the soft groans and small twitches of his body are anything to go by. He gives a hard suck before releasing the sack with a wet sound, immediately subjecting the other side to the same treatment. Barty shivers violently when James hollows out his cheek, surrounding Barty’s sack with only heat and flesh. James watches with satisfaction as Barty’s eyes flutter close and his body relaxes into the couch he’s on.
James doesn’t allow him any respite though. He bites the skin just above the sack, hard enough that there are little dents in Barty’s skin when he pulls back. Barty’s eyes fly open and James expects him to yank on his hair by the anger that is swirling behind his eyes.
He doesn’t, instead, Barty takes the base of his dick and smacks James in the cheek with it.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
On the fourth smack, Barty drags the tip of his dick along James’ cheekbone, making sure to smear come along his skin. He takes a moment, spreading his come across James’ face before taking advantage of the other man’s open mouth and shoving his dick inside. He pushes in, fast and deep, ignoring the feel of teeth scraping his dick in favour of pushing until he feels hit the back of James’ throat. He pushes in a little further still, so that he can feel James’ throat spasm around him.
James lets out a choked sound, and his nails dig into the skin on thigh Barty’s thigh. But he ignores it all for a second, unwillingly to remove himself from the wet heat he’s buried in. James pulls back when it does become too much and Barty allows him. There’s a thick string of saliva connecting his dick and James’ lips. A few tears have leaked down the side of James’ face and Barty can’t help but laugh. He runs his fingers through the salvia still hanging from James’ mouth, dragging it so that it mixes with the tear and the pre-come from earlier. He makes sure to drag it everywhere, marking James with as much of his fluid as possible. Making sure to let him know exactly who is doing this to him.
James growls and Barty isn’t even ashamed by the way his dick jumps at the sound- well he doesn’t get the chance to be ashamed because suddenly James’ lips are on his dick and finally the teasing is gone. James’ tongue circles around his swollen head, occasionally pressing into his slit to make him hiss. James laps at the pre-come leaking from his dick, licking it up like it’s his last meal on Earth.
James adjusts himself a little, mostly to make himself more comfortable (the hard floors were starting to hurt) but folding his arms behind his back, gripping at his elbows with his fingers. He takes a larger gulp of air before taking Barty’s dick back into his mouth. He’s immediately overwhelmed by the size of it and can’t quite get the entire thing in his mouth (yet.) but he happily bobs his head on as much as he can. By the sound of the moan Barty lets out, he doesn’t seem to mind either.
He runs his tongue along the warm underside of Barty’s dick, flicking it along the pulsing vein as he goes. Barty’s hand twitches in his hair, but he doesn’t pull it again. James takes that as a clear sign that he’s not doing enough, and pushes himself to take more of Barty’s dick. He presses down until he feels it hit the back of his throat. He gags immediately and he knows that his eyes leak a few tears, but he holds himself there until the feeling past.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds, and the feeling eases a little. So James takes that as his cue to keep going. He adjusts his angle so that Barty’s dick slides down his throat with little resistance. He can feel it bulging slightly and gets an idea. He takes Barty’s free hand and guides it to the top of his neck. James looks up the best he can so he can watch the moment the other man realises it’s his dick he can feel through the warm skin.
Barty pushes his hips up a little, feeling the lump shift a little and his eyes roll back when he realises what he’s feeling. He has to pull completely out of the warm mouth a moment later and grip the base of his dick hard. He takes a few hard breaths, refusing to allow himself to come so soon. Barty wants to pretend like he isn’t completely enjoying this.
James smirks at him again, but the coyness behind the gesture is gone. It’s like he’s come to the realisation of what’s happening to Barty. A few long minutes is all it takes for Barty feels like he’s got enough control over himself to allow James to take him back into his mouth.
He doesn’t immediately, even when Barty hisses that he better fucking take it, Potter. James just sucks on the head of his cock, subjecting him to tight, wet heat but keeping him woefully under-stimulated. James feels Barty’s hand shove his head down and lets himself go. He’s more than aware of the drool dripping out of the sides of his mouth but he doesn’t care. He uses the salvia to make a loud slurping sound and Barty moans at the sound.
James makes the sound again and again and again, not quite able to look up at Barty but still taking pleasure in the sounds Barty is creating. He’s still got tears streaming down his face but he completely ignores them. His gag reflex has lessened enough that what James is doing could be classed more as shallow-chesting rather than deep-throating but he loves it anyway. He forces himself to push all the way down until his nose is pressing against the skin at the base of Barty’s cock. He holds himself there, basking in the twitching of Barty’s dick and his continuous moans. It doesn’t take much longer, a few hard sucks and suddenly James’ mouth is violently filled with come.
He swallows immediately, but it’s far too much for any person to take so it spills out of his mouth anyway. James doesn’t mind, swallowing as much as he can, before pulling back so he can suckle at Barty’s tip. He’s hoping both to get a little more come to taste and to extend Barty’s orgasm as long as possible. Barty screams when James’ tongue presses into his slit for the final time. He feels himself let out a final dribble of come before he melts into the couch.
Barty can’t seem to catch his breath let alone figure out which way is up. He loosens his fingers in James’ hair but doesn’t remove his hand, flexing his fingers a few times to release the tension from them. Barty lets himself drift, not bothering to get himself to focus on anything.
That is until he hears a long moan. He knows it’s not him that lets it out, so it has to be James. Barty forces himself to focus on the other man still on the floor. James has moved so that he’s sitting rather than kneeling on the floor, he hasn’t even bothered to completely take his pants off, just pushed them down so they’re around his knees.
James looks completely wrecked. There are tears slowly drying on his cheeks and the skin below his mouth is covered in a mix of drool and come. If it was possible, the slight alone would make Barty hard again, instantly. He doesn’t though, simply letting himself enjoy the view James is proving him with. James doesn’t last much longer, throwing his head back and letting out such a long moan that it cracks in the middle. He watches with deep satisfaction when James screams and curls into himself a little. His fingers pull out of his pants and there’s a sticky mess that follows in their wake.
They both turn, still panting hard, so they can watch Regulus come as well. His orgasm is just as intense as theirs, even though he wasn’t participating. He comes fast not bothering to drag it out, both their names on his lips.