Fic: Constricted, Remus/Harry, NC-17
Happy birthday supergrover24!!!!!!
Yeah, yeah, I'm late. Sorry, babe. You wanted Harry/Remus breathplay? You got it. I hope it is at least somewhere in the ballpark of what you wanted. It's a bit more involved than I had planned but it couldn't be helped. Remus freaked out a bit. What can I say? :D
Title: Constricted
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: Big fat NC-17
Words: 1,085
Warnings: Breathplay
A/N: This is my first attempt at breathplay. So tell me if it sucks, k? And Charm didn't beta this time, cause she was being lazy. :D So blame her for all the mistakes. *giggles* Nah, really, point them out if you see 'em and i'll correct it. Thanks!
Sweat, slick and glistening, ran in slow rivulets down the flawless, creamy plains of Harry's hard, young body. Remus slowed his thrusts and knelt up further, taking it all in. Harry's eyes sparkled in the candlelight, lidded and hazy; his damp black locks clung to his brow and his fists clenched and unclenched in the bedclothes as Remus speared up into him again and again, slowly driving them both mad. Perfection.
Remus gripped his deliciously firm thighs and pressed them farther apart. God, he could smell him so strong right now, the scent floating up to greet him from between Harry's open legs. He could almost taste him, so sweet on his tongue, so beautiful, so young. Remus looked down to watch himself slide slowly into that gorgeous, tight hole. Harry was stretched so wide around him, the skin pulled taut and smooth. Remus gazed at his cock as it slipped out, pulling the surrounding flesh outward, before tenderly pressing back in. He was being engulfed in Harry's heat and life and he couldn't think, couldn't reason, could only feel. Remus pushed in as deep as he could go, until his hips hit Harry's thigh's and his balls brushed up against his sweat soaked crevice. He couldn't get deep enough.
Harry's back arched and Remus could see his ribs, prominent beneath his silken flesh. He slid one hand over Harry's thigh and across his swollen, leaking cock. He palmed the boy's erection gently, loving the feel of it in his hand-- the weight, the texture, the heat-- before moving up to lay his hand flat against Harry's abdomen. He pressed down with his hand as he pushed forward with his cock, trying to feel himself inside. Fuck he loved taking him like this.
Harry was so tight around his cock, so very tight, and it was so hard to go slow but he wanted it to last. Harry was moaning now, and writhing beneath him, and Remus slid both hands up over his slick torso, his fingertips sliding over each rib, pressing softly, trying to memorize his body by touch alone. Harry's nipples were hard with arousal and Remus fingered them each, pinching and teasing, until Harry bowed his back more, trying to push his chest up into Remus' hands.
Farther up, over his collarbones to his slender shoulders, rubbing and kneading. Remus fucked him slow and long as he massaged him. Harry's skin slid wetly underneath his palms and Remus wanted to lick the sweat off him, inch by inch. His fingers traveled inward, slowly working their way to that elegant neck that was exposed completely to his touch. He rubbed his fingertips over Harry's throat, feeling him swallow thickly beneath his hands. Harry's eyes widened and his breathing accelerated. Remus felt himself stiffen slightly at the sudden realization that his hands on Harry's throat were getting him off. It was suddenly very difficult to catch his breath.
"Harry," he said shakily.
Harry blinked up at him slowly and licked his lips. Remus followed the movement, mesmerized. How could he be so easily undone?
"Please," Harry whispered, his head tilting back even more. Remus watched in awe as his fingers moved seemingly of their own accord. Harry's neck was warm and soft and wet in his hands and he pressed down slightly, feeling the flesh give.
Harry's hole clenched around his cock violently and Remus gasped, his fingers tightening automatically. This couldn't be happening, he couldn’t be doing this. Fuck.
He could feel Harry's pulse beneath his flesh, rapid and pounding. Harry was gasping and choking in his grasp, the constricted opening only letting in minute amounts of air. Harry's eye's bulged and his mouth worked soundlessly but he made no move to push Remus away. Remus fucked him a bit harder, a bit faster, and thought to himself that this was enough, this was crazy. He should let go and let them both come and forget this ever fucking happened. He closed his fingers further around that perfect neck.
Harry made a soft sound before the airway was closed off completely. Remus breathed deep as he fucked him violently now, shoving in ruthlessly, digging into him with his cock and his fingers and wanting to dig in further, until there was only one of them left.
Remus leaned down to kiss Harry's parted, swollen lips. Harry's tongue batted against his weakly and he tightened his grip more, his fingers squeezing just a bit tighter. He breathed into the still air of Harry's mouth and groaned, oh fuck, it shouldn't feel so good to have this kind of power. It should feel wrong and terrifying and he should never want to do something that could hurt Harry, never, but oh God it felt so fucking amazing, so intoxicating, and he wanted more, and more, and more.
He fucked Harry into the mattress, hard and reckless and cruel, stabbing his tortured cock deep into Harry's tight hole, again and again, deeper, longer, harder, making him take more, making him take it and want it and need it as much as Remus did. Another deep thrust and Harry's cock began to sputter and pulse, shooting thick semen explosively from the tip, coating Remus' chest and belly. The smell, the sight, the feel of Harry's twitching pucker, of his convulsing body, were all too much.
Remus came.
Oh, God, he came. He erupted inside of Harry's clenching hole with such force that his vision greyed around the edges. His temples throbbed and his stomach ached as his orgasm washed over him, sweeping him up, dragging him under. It was angry and brutal and consuming and Remus fucked into the pliant body beneath him again and again, wanting to tear him apart.
He crashed down atop Harry harshly, his fingers slipping from his reddened throat. The wheezing and coughing were immediate and forceful; it was devastating to hear. He levered himself up, trying valiantly to understand what he'd just done. Harry rolled to his side taking in great gulps of air; sobs shook his lithe body.
"Harry, oh my God, Harry," Remus whispered brokenly as he pulled his young lover toward him.
Harry shook his head, his eyes streaming, and gazed up at him through a layer of tears.
"Thank you," he mouthed silently, a small smile working at the edges of his lips.
Remus pulled him to his chest and buried his face in his sweat-soaked hair. It was a long time before either of them spoke again.
Yeah, yeah, I'm late. Sorry, babe. You wanted Harry/Remus breathplay? You got it. I hope it is at least somewhere in the ballpark of what you wanted. It's a bit more involved than I had planned but it couldn't be helped. Remus freaked out a bit. What can I say? :D
Title: Constricted
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: Big fat NC-17
Words: 1,085
Warnings: Breathplay
A/N: This is my first attempt at breathplay. So tell me if it sucks, k? And Charm didn't beta this time, cause she was being lazy. :D So blame her for all the mistakes. *giggles* Nah, really, point them out if you see 'em and i'll correct it. Thanks!
Sweat, slick and glistening, ran in slow rivulets down the flawless, creamy plains of Harry's hard, young body. Remus slowed his thrusts and knelt up further, taking it all in. Harry's eyes sparkled in the candlelight, lidded and hazy; his damp black locks clung to his brow and his fists clenched and unclenched in the bedclothes as Remus speared up into him again and again, slowly driving them both mad. Perfection.
Remus gripped his deliciously firm thighs and pressed them farther apart. God, he could smell him so strong right now, the scent floating up to greet him from between Harry's open legs. He could almost taste him, so sweet on his tongue, so beautiful, so young. Remus looked down to watch himself slide slowly into that gorgeous, tight hole. Harry was stretched so wide around him, the skin pulled taut and smooth. Remus gazed at his cock as it slipped out, pulling the surrounding flesh outward, before tenderly pressing back in. He was being engulfed in Harry's heat and life and he couldn't think, couldn't reason, could only feel. Remus pushed in as deep as he could go, until his hips hit Harry's thigh's and his balls brushed up against his sweat soaked crevice. He couldn't get deep enough.
Harry's back arched and Remus could see his ribs, prominent beneath his silken flesh. He slid one hand over Harry's thigh and across his swollen, leaking cock. He palmed the boy's erection gently, loving the feel of it in his hand-- the weight, the texture, the heat-- before moving up to lay his hand flat against Harry's abdomen. He pressed down with his hand as he pushed forward with his cock, trying to feel himself inside. Fuck he loved taking him like this.
Harry was so tight around his cock, so very tight, and it was so hard to go slow but he wanted it to last. Harry was moaning now, and writhing beneath him, and Remus slid both hands up over his slick torso, his fingertips sliding over each rib, pressing softly, trying to memorize his body by touch alone. Harry's nipples were hard with arousal and Remus fingered them each, pinching and teasing, until Harry bowed his back more, trying to push his chest up into Remus' hands.
Farther up, over his collarbones to his slender shoulders, rubbing and kneading. Remus fucked him slow and long as he massaged him. Harry's skin slid wetly underneath his palms and Remus wanted to lick the sweat off him, inch by inch. His fingers traveled inward, slowly working their way to that elegant neck that was exposed completely to his touch. He rubbed his fingertips over Harry's throat, feeling him swallow thickly beneath his hands. Harry's eyes widened and his breathing accelerated. Remus felt himself stiffen slightly at the sudden realization that his hands on Harry's throat were getting him off. It was suddenly very difficult to catch his breath.
"Harry," he said shakily.
Harry blinked up at him slowly and licked his lips. Remus followed the movement, mesmerized. How could he be so easily undone?
"Please," Harry whispered, his head tilting back even more. Remus watched in awe as his fingers moved seemingly of their own accord. Harry's neck was warm and soft and wet in his hands and he pressed down slightly, feeling the flesh give.
Harry's hole clenched around his cock violently and Remus gasped, his fingers tightening automatically. This couldn't be happening, he couldn’t be doing this. Fuck.
He could feel Harry's pulse beneath his flesh, rapid and pounding. Harry was gasping and choking in his grasp, the constricted opening only letting in minute amounts of air. Harry's eye's bulged and his mouth worked soundlessly but he made no move to push Remus away. Remus fucked him a bit harder, a bit faster, and thought to himself that this was enough, this was crazy. He should let go and let them both come and forget this ever fucking happened. He closed his fingers further around that perfect neck.
Harry made a soft sound before the airway was closed off completely. Remus breathed deep as he fucked him violently now, shoving in ruthlessly, digging into him with his cock and his fingers and wanting to dig in further, until there was only one of them left.
Remus leaned down to kiss Harry's parted, swollen lips. Harry's tongue batted against his weakly and he tightened his grip more, his fingers squeezing just a bit tighter. He breathed into the still air of Harry's mouth and groaned, oh fuck, it shouldn't feel so good to have this kind of power. It should feel wrong and terrifying and he should never want to do something that could hurt Harry, never, but oh God it felt so fucking amazing, so intoxicating, and he wanted more, and more, and more.
He fucked Harry into the mattress, hard and reckless and cruel, stabbing his tortured cock deep into Harry's tight hole, again and again, deeper, longer, harder, making him take more, making him take it and want it and need it as much as Remus did. Another deep thrust and Harry's cock began to sputter and pulse, shooting thick semen explosively from the tip, coating Remus' chest and belly. The smell, the sight, the feel of Harry's twitching pucker, of his convulsing body, were all too much.
Remus came.
Oh, God, he came. He erupted inside of Harry's clenching hole with such force that his vision greyed around the edges. His temples throbbed and his stomach ached as his orgasm washed over him, sweeping him up, dragging him under. It was angry and brutal and consuming and Remus fucked into the pliant body beneath him again and again, wanting to tear him apart.
He crashed down atop Harry harshly, his fingers slipping from his reddened throat. The wheezing and coughing were immediate and forceful; it was devastating to hear. He levered himself up, trying valiantly to understand what he'd just done. Harry rolled to his side taking in great gulps of air; sobs shook his lithe body.
"Harry, oh my God, Harry," Remus whispered brokenly as he pulled his young lover toward him.
Harry shook his head, his eyes streaming, and gazed up at him through a layer of tears.
"Thank you," he mouthed silently, a small smile working at the edges of his lips.
Remus pulled him to his chest and buried his face in his sweat-soaked hair. It was a long time before either of them spoke again.