The Old Switcheroo - Part 4 of Twinsday Fun
Title: The Old Switcheroo - Part 4 of Twinsday Fun
Author: Byaghro
Word Count: 676
Pairing: Lorcan / Lysander
Warnings: These boys are brothers and this series will eventually be NC-17. Fair warning. - Voyeurism / Exhibitionism
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. (For purposes of this fic, all characters are considered to be 18 years of age or older.)
Author's Notes: (1) Beta’ed by dysonrules
(2) Crossposted to hpshagabro and hptwinsmut
Ten minutes later Lorcan had established a maddeningly slow pace that managed to massage his brother's prostate with every thrust. Lysander writhed beneath him like a wild thing, begging for more, harder, faster and at the same time sobbing with pleasure at every measured stroke. Lorcan was trying to decide if he wanted to put Lysander out of his misery by fisting his weeping cock or force his brother to come untouched. Rose Weasley chose that moment to wander in.
"Hey, there you... are... oh." Rose paused in the doorway with a stunned look on her face. Lysander's head snapped around at the intrusion and he squirmed to get away but Lorcan's grip was firm. He never even broke his pace. Rose hesitated for a moment before she stepped fully into the room and closed the door with a decisive click.
"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to try one of the lollipops that Uncle George brought over, but I see you're playing with your own lollies instead." She sauntered over and plopped down on the couch Lysander was currently bent over. His head was bowed and his skin was pink all the way down to the tops of his shoulders.
"Aww, Lysander, don't be shy," Rose cooed, reaching out.
Lorcan's wand was in his hand in an instant. "You can look, but you can't touch, Rose."
She poked her bottom lip out but dutifully retracted her hand. Everyone knew better than to test Lorcan when he used that tone, especially when Lysander was involved.
"You're no fun, Lorcan."
"I think letting you watch is plenty fun. I could have Oblivated you at the door."
Rose continued to pout but never took her eyes off of the brothers' undulating bodies. After a moment she tried again. "Look, Lysander isn't having any fun, either. You're obviously busy back there; you should let me help up here."
"Oh, I think Lysander is having quite a bit of fun, aren't you Lysander?" Lorcan fisted a handful of his brother's hair and dragged his head up for Rose to see.
"Oh," Rose replied meekly.
Lorcan grinned. He knew exactly how his brother looked, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, lips parted to release panting gasps. Watching Lysander's face while he was being fucked was something of a hobby of Lorcan's; when their positioning allowed it. He leaned down and whispered in Lysander's ear, loud enough for Rose to hear of course.
"Are you having a good time, Lysander?" he rumbled, eyes locked with Rose's.
"Ye-- yesss." Lysander hissed as Lorcan ground his hips down hard.
Rose's eyes grew wide as Lorcan continued. "You don't mind if Rose watches do you, Lysander?"
"No." The sound drew out into a moan.
Lorcan grinned. "And you can come without being touched at all, can't you?"
"Yes."
"That's my good boy." Lorcan released his tight grip on Lysander's hair in favor of running his fingers through the sweaty strands. "Just the thought of me filling you is enough, isn't it, Lysander? The thought of my hard. cock." He emphasized the words with two sharp thrusts. "Emptying into your greedy little hole is enough to send you over the edge. Isn't it?"
"Yes. Please, Lorcan. Please." Lysander's words jumbled into a high pitched whine as he pressed back against Lorcan. "Please," he whispered.
Lorcan wrapped his hand around the base of Lysander's neck, pulling his brother in close. "Come for me, Lysander," he growled.
As requested, Lysander came with a howl that was stifled only by Lorcan's lips covering his own in a bruising kiss. Overcome by the overwhelming sensations surrounding his cock, Lorcan followed him seconds later.
Once they'd both regained their breath, Lorcan looked back at Rose's stunned face.
"Sweet Merlin," she whispered. "Um... if you'll um... I think I'll just... I have to go!" she all but shouted and bolted from the room.
Lorcan chuckled as he straightened and carefully uncoupled from his brother. "She'll have wank material for the next year."
Lysander giggled. "The next twenty years, you mean."
Author: Byaghro
Word Count: 676
Pairing: Lorcan / Lysander
Warnings: These boys are brothers and this series will eventually be NC-17. Fair warning. - Voyeurism / Exhibitionism
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit. (For purposes of this fic, all characters are considered to be 18 years of age or older.)
Author's Notes: (1) Beta’ed by dysonrules
(2) Crossposted to hpshagabro and hptwinsmut
Ten minutes later Lorcan had established a maddeningly slow pace that managed to massage his brother's prostate with every thrust. Lysander writhed beneath him like a wild thing, begging for more, harder, faster and at the same time sobbing with pleasure at every measured stroke. Lorcan was trying to decide if he wanted to put Lysander out of his misery by fisting his weeping cock or force his brother to come untouched. Rose Weasley chose that moment to wander in.
"Hey, there you... are... oh." Rose paused in the doorway with a stunned look on her face. Lysander's head snapped around at the intrusion and he squirmed to get away but Lorcan's grip was firm. He never even broke his pace. Rose hesitated for a moment before she stepped fully into the room and closed the door with a decisive click.
"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to try one of the lollipops that Uncle George brought over, but I see you're playing with your own lollies instead." She sauntered over and plopped down on the couch Lysander was currently bent over. His head was bowed and his skin was pink all the way down to the tops of his shoulders.
"Aww, Lysander, don't be shy," Rose cooed, reaching out.
Lorcan's wand was in his hand in an instant. "You can look, but you can't touch, Rose."
She poked her bottom lip out but dutifully retracted her hand. Everyone knew better than to test Lorcan when he used that tone, especially when Lysander was involved.
"You're no fun, Lorcan."
"I think letting you watch is plenty fun. I could have Oblivated you at the door."
Rose continued to pout but never took her eyes off of the brothers' undulating bodies. After a moment she tried again. "Look, Lysander isn't having any fun, either. You're obviously busy back there; you should let me help up here."
"Oh, I think Lysander is having quite a bit of fun, aren't you Lysander?" Lorcan fisted a handful of his brother's hair and dragged his head up for Rose to see.
"Oh," Rose replied meekly.
Lorcan grinned. He knew exactly how his brother looked, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, lips parted to release panting gasps. Watching Lysander's face while he was being fucked was something of a hobby of Lorcan's; when their positioning allowed it. He leaned down and whispered in Lysander's ear, loud enough for Rose to hear of course.
"Are you having a good time, Lysander?" he rumbled, eyes locked with Rose's.
"Ye-- yesss." Lysander hissed as Lorcan ground his hips down hard.
Rose's eyes grew wide as Lorcan continued. "You don't mind if Rose watches do you, Lysander?"
"No." The sound drew out into a moan.
Lorcan grinned. "And you can come without being touched at all, can't you?"
"Yes."
"That's my good boy." Lorcan released his tight grip on Lysander's hair in favor of running his fingers through the sweaty strands. "Just the thought of me filling you is enough, isn't it, Lysander? The thought of my hard. cock." He emphasized the words with two sharp thrusts. "Emptying into your greedy little hole is enough to send you over the edge. Isn't it?"
"Yes. Please, Lorcan. Please." Lysander's words jumbled into a high pitched whine as he pressed back against Lorcan. "Please," he whispered.
Lorcan wrapped his hand around the base of Lysander's neck, pulling his brother in close. "Come for me, Lysander," he growled.
As requested, Lysander came with a howl that was stifled only by Lorcan's lips covering his own in a bruising kiss. Overcome by the overwhelming sensations surrounding his cock, Lorcan followed him seconds later.
Once they'd both regained their breath, Lorcan looked back at Rose's stunned face.
"Sweet Merlin," she whispered. "Um... if you'll um... I think I'll just... I have to go!" she all but shouted and bolted from the room.
Lorcan chuckled as he straightened and carefully uncoupled from his brother. "She'll have wank material for the next year."
Lysander giggled. "The next twenty years, you mean."