Gift drabbles
Here are the first two of the gift drabbles I took requests for last night. Thanks for the requests, guys! I've got three more left to write, might even get something done tonight, but don't hold your breath. Thanks to Charmy for the betas, she rocks, as usual.
The first one is for tarie as requested by legomymalfoy.
Pairing: Ron/Viktor
Prompt: First blow job. Naughty!
Rating: NC17
Word count: 351
Ron had only wanted an autograph, really, but as he stared at the ceiling from his position flat on his back on the library floor, with his trousers being jerked forcefully over his hips, he thought that maybe this was better. Krum wasn't conventionally good-looking, but he was intense. His dark eyes pinned Ron to the floor just as surely as a pair of manacles would.
Not that he was going anywhere.
They were in the back of the library, and it was late, but there were still students here, Ron could here them shuffling books around on their tables and walking softly into the stacks only a few rows away. It only made him harder, if that was at all possible.
Victor wasn't graceful either, no real finesse, but he swallowed Ron's prick down to the root and Ron had to shove his fist in his mouth to keep from crying out. The dark head moved up and down rapidly and Ron tried to watch, straining his head up, but the footsteps were closer that time and he turned his head to the side, praying that no one would walk up on them.
He was engulfed in heat, his body manipulated and wrung out. Viktor was growling softly around his cock, sending maddening vibrations to his sac. Ron's toes curled. He kept his head turned to the side, biting his knuckles as hard as he dared. Feet came into view between two toppled books, bare skin between the shoes and the robe, slender ankles and a thin silver chain encircling one.
Hermione.
Ron came. His felt the flesh give beneath his teeth in his effort to remain quiet. He emptied himself down Krum's throat, spasms wracking his body and he felt blood leak down the side of his hand into his mouth even as Viktor drank him down greedily.
He lay back onto the floor, boneless, his eyes watching as Hermione stood very still, unmoving for a long, breathless moment. Then she moved slowly away; the anklet Ron had given her glittered in the dim light from the candles.
***
And this one is for dementordelta, requested by mooncharm.
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Prompt: Happy endings and broomsticks and a red apple. Fluffy romance.
Rating: PG ish.
Word count: 997
Hope it's all right, hon.
The trees looked greener than they had the day before. Light suffused every single leaf, making them almost glow. The scorch marks on the ground seemed diminished somewhat in the bright afternoon sun.
Harry couldn't believe it was over.
He was exhausted, sore and wrung dry but the air seemed cleaner without Voldemort here to breathe it anymore. It seemed to fill up his lungs easier, despite the soreness, despite the fatigue. The castle was still standing, the occupants safe, and that was all that really mattered. It was the only home Harry had ever had.
His broomstick was leaning up against the tree, still Harry's pride and joy. As always he felt a twinge in his chest at the thought of his godfather. He'd never stop missing Sirius, but he finally felt at peace. He thought perhaps Sirius was finally at peace as well.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Harry couldn't help but smile at the deep timbre. It was one of the things that had drawn him to Severus in the first place. That gorgeous voice.
"Oh, yeah?" Harry said, without turning round. "And what made you think that?"
A warm pair of arms came around his waist, pulling him back against a firm chest. He always felt so safe here, before the war. It still held true, even though the danger had passed. Severus' hands were bandaged, a few of the wounds still seeping onto the stark-white dressing. If it were anyone other than Severus, Poppy would have had them in bed for a week. Harry knew firsthand though, that it was no use arguing with the man. Harry gingerly covered Severus' damaged hands with his own.
"You always did haunt this tree, even when you were young."
Harry gazed up into the branches of the beech tree that stood near the lake. It had been here for decades, had seen his father and mother, had seen so much time, and would see so much more. It held a lot of memories for Harry, both good, and bad.
He thought it probably did for Severus as well. They never spoke of it.
"What are you doing out here? Poppy said you should be resting." Harry leaned his head back against Severus' shoulder, turning his head to nose his way through Severus' hair, nuzzling behind his ear.
Severus growled at the mention of Poppy, but settled down quite nicely as Harry kissed him gently behind his ear.
"You haven't eaten," Severus said in way of a response.
"How do you know, you've been in the infirmary all day."
"I asked your house elf… friend," Severus spoke the word as if it were offensive. Harry didn't mind, at least he was trying. He fought back another grin; he hoped Severus hadn't tormented Dobby too much.
"Oh. I wasn't hungry."
Severus sighed and shook his head. Harry felt him pull one of his hands free and a moment later he produced a bright red apple. Harry moved to take the apple from him but then hesitated.
"Um…"
"What?" Severus turned his face toward him, his nose grazing Harry's brow.
"Have you ever read 'Snow White"? Harry asked.
Severus only eyed him.
"Well," Harry said, grinning again, "Snow White was poisoned by a red apple. It was given to her by an old woman who was really a wicked witch and she fell into an enchanted sleep."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing me to an old evil witch?"
Well when he put it like that… Harry supposed it did sound rather bad.
"Er… no?"
"Eat the bloody apple, brat," Severus grumbled. "If I wanted to poison you I'd slip something into the chocolates hidden in my desk drawer, seeing as how you can't seem to keep your grubby little paws off of them."
"You should hide them better," Harry said, beaming.
"I've hidden the damn things a dozen times. It never works. I suppose I have to keep a constant stock of them now, in any event. It's the only thing I have to keep you around."
"Not the only thing," Harry said quietly, squeezing Severus' arm carefully. He raised the apple and bit into it, crunching through the peel, into the sweet flesh of the fruit. A thin stream of juice dribbled from the corner of his mouth and before he could reach up to wipe it away Severus' lips were there, moving gently over his skin, drinking the spilled juice down.
Harry moaned despite himself. Damn, but the man was sexy and he cared fuck all what anyone else said. He caught Severus' lips with his own before he could pull away. Sweet, warm, languorous, they kissed each other as if it were the first time.
In some ways it was. They were both starting over.
They parted slowly, each unwilling for the kiss to end. Harry stared at Severus for a moment, letting himself sink into the black depths of his eyes, such expressive eyes. He finally tore his eyes away and looked back out over the grounds as he finished off the apple, pausing to offer bites to Severus. It was only an excuse to kiss him more, but he didn't think Severus minded too much.
"What happened to Snow White," Severus whispered, sometime later. The apple was eaten, the core tucked safely in his robes, already turning brown in the summer air.
"She was awoken by a kiss," Harry said softly. "A kiss from her prince."
He expected a snide remark from Severus but was pleasantly surprised when Severus remained silent and simply pulled him tighter against his body, holding him. That silence meant more to Harry than any declaration, any vow, any promise.
They stood together, two shadows under the shade of the tree, for a long time, watching the trees move gently in the summer breeze.
"Let's go home," Severus said, pulling away and reaching for Harry's broomstick.
"Home," Harry agreed, and followed Severus back to the castle.
***
The first one is for tarie as requested by legomymalfoy.
Pairing: Ron/Viktor
Prompt: First blow job. Naughty!
Rating: NC17
Word count: 351
Ron had only wanted an autograph, really, but as he stared at the ceiling from his position flat on his back on the library floor, with his trousers being jerked forcefully over his hips, he thought that maybe this was better. Krum wasn't conventionally good-looking, but he was intense. His dark eyes pinned Ron to the floor just as surely as a pair of manacles would.
Not that he was going anywhere.
They were in the back of the library, and it was late, but there were still students here, Ron could here them shuffling books around on their tables and walking softly into the stacks only a few rows away. It only made him harder, if that was at all possible.
Victor wasn't graceful either, no real finesse, but he swallowed Ron's prick down to the root and Ron had to shove his fist in his mouth to keep from crying out. The dark head moved up and down rapidly and Ron tried to watch, straining his head up, but the footsteps were closer that time and he turned his head to the side, praying that no one would walk up on them.
He was engulfed in heat, his body manipulated and wrung out. Viktor was growling softly around his cock, sending maddening vibrations to his sac. Ron's toes curled. He kept his head turned to the side, biting his knuckles as hard as he dared. Feet came into view between two toppled books, bare skin between the shoes and the robe, slender ankles and a thin silver chain encircling one.
Hermione.
Ron came. His felt the flesh give beneath his teeth in his effort to remain quiet. He emptied himself down Krum's throat, spasms wracking his body and he felt blood leak down the side of his hand into his mouth even as Viktor drank him down greedily.
He lay back onto the floor, boneless, his eyes watching as Hermione stood very still, unmoving for a long, breathless moment. Then she moved slowly away; the anklet Ron had given her glittered in the dim light from the candles.
***
And this one is for dementordelta, requested by mooncharm.
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Prompt: Happy endings and broomsticks and a red apple. Fluffy romance.
Rating: PG ish.
Word count: 997
Hope it's all right, hon.
The trees looked greener than they had the day before. Light suffused every single leaf, making them almost glow. The scorch marks on the ground seemed diminished somewhat in the bright afternoon sun.
Harry couldn't believe it was over.
He was exhausted, sore and wrung dry but the air seemed cleaner without Voldemort here to breathe it anymore. It seemed to fill up his lungs easier, despite the soreness, despite the fatigue. The castle was still standing, the occupants safe, and that was all that really mattered. It was the only home Harry had ever had.
His broomstick was leaning up against the tree, still Harry's pride and joy. As always he felt a twinge in his chest at the thought of his godfather. He'd never stop missing Sirius, but he finally felt at peace. He thought perhaps Sirius was finally at peace as well.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Harry couldn't help but smile at the deep timbre. It was one of the things that had drawn him to Severus in the first place. That gorgeous voice.
"Oh, yeah?" Harry said, without turning round. "And what made you think that?"
A warm pair of arms came around his waist, pulling him back against a firm chest. He always felt so safe here, before the war. It still held true, even though the danger had passed. Severus' hands were bandaged, a few of the wounds still seeping onto the stark-white dressing. If it were anyone other than Severus, Poppy would have had them in bed for a week. Harry knew firsthand though, that it was no use arguing with the man. Harry gingerly covered Severus' damaged hands with his own.
"You always did haunt this tree, even when you were young."
Harry gazed up into the branches of the beech tree that stood near the lake. It had been here for decades, had seen his father and mother, had seen so much time, and would see so much more. It held a lot of memories for Harry, both good, and bad.
He thought it probably did for Severus as well. They never spoke of it.
"What are you doing out here? Poppy said you should be resting." Harry leaned his head back against Severus' shoulder, turning his head to nose his way through Severus' hair, nuzzling behind his ear.
Severus growled at the mention of Poppy, but settled down quite nicely as Harry kissed him gently behind his ear.
"You haven't eaten," Severus said in way of a response.
"How do you know, you've been in the infirmary all day."
"I asked your house elf… friend," Severus spoke the word as if it were offensive. Harry didn't mind, at least he was trying. He fought back another grin; he hoped Severus hadn't tormented Dobby too much.
"Oh. I wasn't hungry."
Severus sighed and shook his head. Harry felt him pull one of his hands free and a moment later he produced a bright red apple. Harry moved to take the apple from him but then hesitated.
"Um…"
"What?" Severus turned his face toward him, his nose grazing Harry's brow.
"Have you ever read 'Snow White"? Harry asked.
Severus only eyed him.
"Well," Harry said, grinning again, "Snow White was poisoned by a red apple. It was given to her by an old woman who was really a wicked witch and she fell into an enchanted sleep."
Severus raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing me to an old evil witch?"
Well when he put it like that… Harry supposed it did sound rather bad.
"Er… no?"
"Eat the bloody apple, brat," Severus grumbled. "If I wanted to poison you I'd slip something into the chocolates hidden in my desk drawer, seeing as how you can't seem to keep your grubby little paws off of them."
"You should hide them better," Harry said, beaming.
"I've hidden the damn things a dozen times. It never works. I suppose I have to keep a constant stock of them now, in any event. It's the only thing I have to keep you around."
"Not the only thing," Harry said quietly, squeezing Severus' arm carefully. He raised the apple and bit into it, crunching through the peel, into the sweet flesh of the fruit. A thin stream of juice dribbled from the corner of his mouth and before he could reach up to wipe it away Severus' lips were there, moving gently over his skin, drinking the spilled juice down.
Harry moaned despite himself. Damn, but the man was sexy and he cared fuck all what anyone else said. He caught Severus' lips with his own before he could pull away. Sweet, warm, languorous, they kissed each other as if it were the first time.
In some ways it was. They were both starting over.
They parted slowly, each unwilling for the kiss to end. Harry stared at Severus for a moment, letting himself sink into the black depths of his eyes, such expressive eyes. He finally tore his eyes away and looked back out over the grounds as he finished off the apple, pausing to offer bites to Severus. It was only an excuse to kiss him more, but he didn't think Severus minded too much.
"What happened to Snow White," Severus whispered, sometime later. The apple was eaten, the core tucked safely in his robes, already turning brown in the summer air.
"She was awoken by a kiss," Harry said softly. "A kiss from her prince."
He expected a snide remark from Severus but was pleasantly surprised when Severus remained silent and simply pulled him tighter against his body, holding him. That silence meant more to Harry than any declaration, any vow, any promise.
They stood together, two shadows under the shade of the tree, for a long time, watching the trees move gently in the summer breeze.
"Let's go home," Severus said, pulling away and reaching for Harry's broomstick.
"Home," Harry agreed, and followed Severus back to the castle.
***