𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐬 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 ✎𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚

_6_

8:00 am...

Harry POV

I groaned softly when I woke up after only what I thought was two hours. I see that Volo was out of bed, but at least I knew where he was, in the bathroom when I heard the water splash in the background.

I gave a smirk, I was ready to have a particularly wet Round Three. I stood up in all my naked glory, surprised to see that all the cum that was on my body had been Vanished. I walked over the quite long distance to the bathroom, but when I reached the door, I heard beautiful singing...

"Hello hello

I'm not where I'm supposed to be

I hope that you're missing me

'Cause it makes me feel young

Hello hello

Last time I saw your face

Was recess in second grade

And it made me feel young

Won't you help me sober up

Growing up it made me numb

And I want to feel something again—."

Volo sounds great. I wonder where he learnt how to sing...and I didn't know that he listened to AJR... they're one of my favourite singers.

I moved closer to the door, opening it as quietly as I could. The bathroom was mostly made of glass, white marble and gold. It was beautiful and the bathtub was the size of an Olympic pool.

Bubbles of blue, green and pink filled the pool, Volo drinking a glass Moët, two raspberries floating around at its bottom. He sung merrily as he had a book in one hand, bubbles piling daintily on his wet mahogany locks, him wearing thin gold rimmed circular glasses, their diameter slightly larger than my own. In his ears were AirPods, blaring music into his ears.

I slipped into the steaming water without him even noticing, swimming across the pool beneath the bubbles. Then I saw his lower body. Purrrfect.

His flaccid cock looked so enticing and so, I started to lick the head as I captured it into my mouth. His body arched as I swallowed his length slowly til I got to it's base, loving the way even the slightest touch from me sent him mad. I felt two hands gripping my inky hair, pushing my head into him. At least I don't have a gag reflex.

As I grazed his cock with my teeth, knowing from experience that that was the best way to bring my companions close to their release and increasing their orgasm fivefold.

I could hear a muffled shriek coming from above the water from my lover. He started to rock back and forth impatiently, and I more than happy to comply.

Not even seconds later, hot cum spurted into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop before coming up to the surface. The sight that met me was a heavily panting Volo, giving me a halfhearted glare with fluorescent purple eyes.

"You know, if you wanted another round, you could have just asked instead of practically jumping me..."he breathed.

I smirked victoriously at him. "Now, that wouldn't be fun at all. Nah uh," I purred, pressing my body as close as I possibly could to his. "You...just...looked...ever...so...delicious...lovely..."
punctuating each word with a lick to his neck. He shivered beautifully against me, to my immense delight.

"Why thank you. But if you could excuse me, I really want to finish the last pages of this book...It's a very humorous read..."Volo replied, reaching out for a slightly thick book.

My interest was piqued, what did such an unpredictable person like this brunette like to read.

"What's it called?"I asked, pulling his body back to lean on mine, as he put his AirPods back in his ears.

"It's by a Muggle South African writer whose name is John van de Ruit. The series I'm reading is called Spud. It's pretty good, I'm currently on the second book out of the four. Spud: The Madness Continues."

I nodded my head sagely. "What's it about?"

"Well it's about this kid named John Milton, he gets a scholarship to go this boys only boarding school in Durban, South Africa (My hometown peeps :D #nochillinmzansi) called Michealhouse during the near end of the apartheid era in 1990 when Mandela was released. There are some pretty messed up people in the book, for one, his parents are crazy as fuck—no really, his dad got admitted to a mental hospital for getting into numerous clashes with the police..."

"Do you have the first one?"

"Yah, but it's in the bedroom. Hold on a sec—Accio Spud book!"he chanted, with a wave of his pale hand and soon, the first book came sailing into his hand and he handed it to me.

"You can do wandless Magic?"I asked in surprise. I finally found someone who could do it too.

"Yup. You can't?"

"No no, I totally can. And let me tell you a little secret..."

"Mm?" he turned his head towards me.

"I'm a Metamorphmagus. I had found a month after I had gotten my eyesight treatment last year because I really wanted to hide from my Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor when he was out for my blood after I burnt his eyebrows off last year...I found myself looking like my best friends' twin brothers, and I used it to get out of trouble since..."

Volo burst into melodic laughter when he heard this.

"Oh my God, I can't even believe that you did that! But you do seem like the type of guy who would get into shitloads of trouble all the time..."he said in between gulps of air.

"You don't even know the half of it."

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