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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Seamus_Finnigan/Neville_Longbottom
  Character:
      Neville_Longbottom, Seamus_Finnigan
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Bondage, magical_plants
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-10-18 Words: 2398
****** stenarius damiana ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     Seamus knows something Neville doesn’t.
Notes
     reposted from agck.
Neville was running as fast as his legs could carry him. Through the corridors,
across the grounds, he didn’t dare look over his shoulder or pause in his step
until he reached the sanctity of the greenhouses. Once safely inside Greenhouse
Three, underneath the comforting umbrella plants that splashed the pivoted
ceiling, he doubled over and clutched his chest to catch his breath.
His mind was racing, replaying the previous event over and over in his mind.
Images that would be engraved into his memory for the rest of his life danced
before his eyes in vivid detail as though he was reliving it again. Nothing
short of Obliviation would allow him to forget, and nothing short of
Obliviating Seamus would keep the whole school from finding out before
breakfast.
How could I be so careless? Neville thought bitterly as he covered his flushed
face with his hands and fought back tears of mortification. I always remember
to use the silencing charm! Always!
He couldn’t help but picture the Great Hall as everyone discussed the latest
gossip over bacon and last-minute homework.
Did you hear? Neville Longbottom is gay!
Seamus Finnegan caught him wanking in the shower screaming his name!
Neville choked back another sob as he tried to figure out a way to transfer to
Drumstrang without telling his grandmother why. Of course, given the way news
traveled in the Wizarding World, she would probably find out before he had even
finished writing the letter.
Slumping to the ground, he felt the leaves of a nearby plant wrap softly around
his head and massage his temples. Ah, my trusty botanical friend. Neville
smiled despite himself. You always manage to make me feel better.
As though it was answering him, the plant purred and curled its leaves around
his ears to completely soothe his sinuses. His anxiety and worry were
suppressed and replaced with pleasant clarity.
His blissful reverie was abruptly broken when the door to the greenhouse flew
open and Seamus unceremoniously fell inside. The deep shade of crimson returned
to Neville’s face as the plant tightened its hold and prevented him from
fleeing again.
“Fuck, Longbottom,” gasped Seamus through staggered breaths. “You run like a
Muggle.”
Unable to move, Neville watched in horror as the other boy straightened up
properly and dusted off his robes. I can’t believe he actually followed me!
Couldn’t he have waited until morning to make fun of me along with everyone
else?
Seamus’ smile faded as he caught the look on Neville’s face. Clearing his
throat nervously, he crossed the room and knelt down a safe distance away from
Neville. Now eye-level with the person who would be responsible for making his
worst nightmare a reality, Neville struggled against the plant’s restraints and
fixed his stare to the ceiling in an effort to avoid Seamus’ gaze.
“Neville,” Seamus said softly, using such a delicate tone that Neville
abandoned all pretense and snapped his attention back to Seamus in disbelief.
Warm brown eyes greeted him as though they were searching his soul, and somehow
Neville felt at ease with the awkward situation.
“Neville,” said Seamus for the second time. “Why did you run?”
Neville could have sworn he saw dejection in Seamus’ eyes. That’s not possible,
he dismissed inwardly. Why would Seamus be upset that I ran away? Neville was
the one who was embarrassed, after all, having been caught not only wanking in
the showers but moaning another boy’s name, coincidentally the same boy who had
caught him red-handed.
“I-I…” Neville stammered, at a loss for words due to the sudden confusion that
clouded his brain. Why does he look so hurt?
“Are you ashamed?”
The question caught Neville off-guard, and he narrowed his eyes as he prepared
a sarcastic retort. Feeling additional plant leaves loop under his arms and
around his shoulders, he bit back the nasty words and simply sighed, relaxing
his face in surrender.
“Fine, Finnegan,” he said despondently. “I like boys, you in particular.”
Neville frowned in further confusion as Seamus’ face lit up like it was
Christmas morning.
“Really? You mean it?”
Slightly worried that Seamus might be getting too much joy out of this
emotional humiliation, Neville shrugged and nodded.
“Neville…”
Neville noted that this was the third time Seamus had spoken his first name in
that gentle, caring tone, and each time it sent a warm surge straight to his
rapidly-forming erection.
“… I like you too.” Seamus rushed to explain before Neville could open his
mouth to interrupt. “I mean, I’ve never been with a bloke before, but I’m kinda
sorta attracted to you. I mean… oh, bugger, Neville, this wasn’t the first time
I caught you in the showers.”
Neville’s jaw dropped as he wracked his brain for something coherent to say.
Before he could think of something, anything, Seamus had closed the gap between
them and brushed his lips against Neville’s.
Bound firmly at the ears and shoulders, Neville couldn’t have moved away even
if he wanted to. However, he didn’t want to, choosing instead to lose himself
in the kiss, allowing the feeling of Seamus’ eager mouth and hot breath to wash
over him.
Seamus cupped Neville’s face, tilting it to deepen the kiss. Neville moaned
almost inaudibly as their tongues touched, each contact intensifying the
aforementioned surges into electrical lust.
By the time Seamus finally pulled away, his eyes glazed over and his lips red
and swollen, he had lowered Neville onto his back and crawled halfway on top of
him. Neville was quite unperturbed by this arrangement; in fact, he lifted a
hand to coax Seamus towards him again, but his attempt was halted as plant
leaves coiled down his arm and forcefully tugged his wrist behind his head.
“What the -”
He looked up to see Seamus unsuccessfully hiding a grin as his other arm
followed suit and his wrists were tied together.
“Didn’t know you were so kinky, Neville.”
“Me neither,” replied Neville honestly, somewhat amused. “I’ve never seen this
plant do anything other than comfort me, really.”
“That’s because it’s a… Stenarius Damiana.” Seamus leaned down to whisper the
Latin words directly into Neville’s ear before tracing the shell with his
tongue.
“A-a what?” stammered Neville.
“‘Stenarius Damiana,'” Seamus quoted, his voice raspy. “‘A hybrid of the Muggle
Aloe and Yohimbe plants, united by the Herbia Amortora spell to inflict magical
properties. These incredibly rare and special creations leech on to male
wizards’ innermost feelings and comply accordingly, leading said wizard to
believe the plant may be reading his mind. For this very reason, Stenarius
Damiana are primarily used for…’ er… ‘intimate play where both partners wish to
act out their deepest desires.'”
Neville would have been astounded that Seamus knew something about plants that
he didn’t, had he not been distracted by ten fingers sneaking inside his robes
and slowly trailing up and down his bare chest. Fighting the overwhelming urge
to give in to the incredible sensations, he forced his eyes open and focused
them on the boy towering over him, albeit his vision was a bit fuzzy.
“How do you know that?” he inquired skeptically.
“You’re not the only one good at Herbology, mate.” Seamus grinned wickedly and
kissed his way back up to Neville’s mouth. “Besides, I made it my goal as a
wizard to learn about every aspect of magic that had anything at all to do with
sex.”
“Makes sense,” muttered Neville as Seamus captured his lips again, more
heatedly this time, lowering his body to completely cover Neville’s.
Neville gasped into Seamus’ mouth as rock-hard flesh pressed against his own,
emitting a groan from the back of his throat when Seamus began rocking his
hips.
Hastily breaking the kiss, Seamus buried his face into Neville’s neck and
growled as he quickened his pace considerably, shoving a hand between their
sweat-slicked bodies to cast aside clothing until their naked erections
touched. Neville moaned loudly and tossed his head back when he felt Seamus
smear their combined precome over both of their lengths and take them in hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Seamus hissed into Neville’s shoulder, rapidly pumping their cocks
together. “Fuck, Neville, fuck… I’m gonna… come…”
Liquid warmth spilled onto Neville’s stomach as Seamus sank his teeth into
Neville’s collarbone in order to muffle his screams. Neville arched his entire
body upwards as a result of the bite, inadvertently reminding Seamus of his
unresolved state.
“Mmm,” said Seamus, lifting his head as though it weighed a ton and looking
down at Neville dotingly through hooded lids. “Sorry, mate. I always come fast
the first time.”
“S’ok,” replied Neville, leaning up to meet Seamus for a very wet kiss, moaning
again when Seamus sucked and nibbled on his bottom lip.
Seamus’ hand, slick with his own release, wrapped fully around Neville’s aching
cock and stroked slowly yet firmly.
“You want me to put my mouth on you, Neville?”
Neville gasped in reply, incapable of speech. Seamus must have taken that as a
yes, because he immediately kissed his way down Neville’s bare chest, pausing
briefly to swirl around each nipple and dip into his belly button. Neville
cried out in an incoherent frenzy as Seamus went lower and lower, paving the
path to paradise with his tongue.
When Seamus licked the head of his cock, Neville used all of his pent-up energy
to try and break through the plant’s binds simply so he could touch the other
boy, possibly run his fingers through the sandy-brown hair as he took him into
his mouth. But the plant did not give; it was quite adamant about keeping
Neville’s wrists tied, even when Neville pushed the thought to the surface of
his mind.
Neville fought to keep his eyes locked with Seamus’ as Seamus initiated an oral
torture sequence between his legs. First he would run his tongue up one side of
his shaft and back down the other side, pressing into the slit every time he
passed over the tip. Once he had licked every inch of Neville’s cock, he
lowered his head to lap at his balls, using soft but firm circular motions. It
was after Seamus had completely familiarized himself with all of Neville’s bits
that he finally engulfed the entire length into his hot mouth, creating an
airtight suction with his lips as he bobbed up and down.
Seamus’ hands were looped around Neville’s thighs, securely grasping his hips,
so Neville was quite surprised when he felt something warm and squishy at his
entrance. Prying one eye open, he saw that the plant had sent out yet another
leaf that spiraled his torso and ended beyond his range of vision.
“Seamus,” he hissed, under his breath as though the plant would hear him.
“Seamus, the plant is… doing stuff to me.”
Seamus grunted around Neville’s cock, which actually felt quite amazing, and
released one of Neville’s legs to further explore the situation. Neville’s
entire body twitched as Seamus trailed his fingers lightly down the back of his
thigh, and he almost jumped clear off of the floor when one finger joined the
plant leaf inside him.
Tossing his head back yet again, Neville groaned a string of senseless
ramblings at the double stimulation of Seamus’ mouth on his cock and Seamus’
finger in his arse. The plant had excreted some sort of magical lubrication to
prevent any pain, only pleasure as both the plant leaf and Seamus’ finger
rubbed along the small bump inside him that made him see stars behind his eyes.
As Neville panted heavily and became quite vocal with his appreciation, Seamus
inserted a second finger, followed by a third. The plant leaf, its job now
done, removed itself and retreated out of sight. Neville paid this no mind as
his orgasm snuck up on him, ripping throughout him from the tips of his fingers
to the tips of his toes, screaming Seamus’ name as he came forcefully down the
other boy’s throat.
Seamus swallowed every drop, licking his lips after he was done. Grinning
mischievously, unadulterated lust radiating from his eyes, he crawled wantonly
up Neville’s body until they were face-to-face.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispered, planting wet kisses on Neville’s jaw line
as he dug his cock, having sprung back to life, into Neville’s thigh. “Can I,
please?”
Having been sucked and fingered speechless, Neville answered by nodding
fiercely and turning his head to claim Seamus’ mouth. As though the passionate
kiss wouldn’t make his intent clear enough, Neville lifted his legs and dug his
heels into Seamus’ arse to push him closer.
Hooking his arms around Neville’s thighs again, Seamus lowered himself into
position and groaned heartily as his cock slipped inside. Neville bucked his
hips to match Seamus thrust for thrust, creating the perfect angle for his
prostate to be hit every single time.
Neville’s moans joined Seamus’ in some sort of wretched harmony as Neville
lifted his knees to his chest, allowing Seamus to wrap his arms tightly around
Neville’s upper body. Pressing his forehead into Neville’s chest, Seamus
latched onto Neville’s shoulder blades, kneading them comfortingly as he
pounded into him with wild abandon.
Flushed and sweating, Seamus suddenly threw his head back and let out a wail as
his eyes rolled back into his head and he came for the second time. He
immediately loosened his grip on Neville’s back and collapsed on top of him,
panting for air and wheezing slightly.
The plant released Neville’s arms just as Seamus curled up into a more
comfortable position, and Neville brought his arms down to embrace the other
boy and hold him tight.
“Oh,” Seamus mumbled into Neville’s shoulder. “I forgot to tell you…”
“Yeah?” Neville pushed a lock of damp hair out of Seamus’ face, exhausted yet
content that he could finally touch him.
“The Stenarius Damiana also emits pheromones that prolongs the male wizard’s
sex drive.” Seamus smirked. “Remaining in close proximity to the plant for an
extended period of time can not only result in multiple orgasms, but also
intensify them exponentially.”
“We should definitely test that theory,” said Neville, pulling Seamus in for a
quick kiss. “Possibly conducting many experiments throughout the rest of the
year, seeing how we are individually affected at various distances from the
plant.”
Seamus grinned. “Or we could just remain directly underneath it and shag until
we pass out.”
“That works, too.”
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