Playing Out Party
Title: Playing Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Greg/Dennis
Rating: R
Warning(s): Pending sex
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #90 - helmet, shoe box
Summary: Dennis is a size queen. Follows Babbling Out Party.
Dennis suffered only momentary misgivings as he followed Greg through the portrait hole and into the Slytherin common room. He eased his own fears by reminding himself that he was with Goyle, who could thrash any other Slytherin who might be inclined to give Dennis trouble.
Greg turned to Dennis and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Uh, now what?" he asked.
Dennis found Greg's discomfort to be oddly endearing. "Take me to bed, big guy," Dennis said in his best sultry voice.
Gregory actually blushed, but he turned without a word and lumbered in the direction of his dorm, with Dennis trotting happily at his heels. Greg led the way to his bed and flung the curtains back. He sat down, and Dennis perched next to him. Greg looked Dennis up and down and said, "You're so little, I reckon you'd fit in my shoe box. Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?"
"I trust you," said Dennis. He stood up and began getting undressed. Greg followed suit. Once they were both naked, Dennis jumped on Greg's large bed, where he landed with a bounce and a giggle. "Do you have lube?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Do you have condoms?" asked Dennis.
"Huh?"
Dennis batted his long lashes and purred, "You need to put a helmet on that solider before sending him in."
"Huh?"
Dennis refrained from face-palming. He took a deep breath and tried again. "We can't have unprotected sex."
"Oh," grunted Gregory. "Why didn't you just say so? I have a whole box of prophylactics." He rummaged beneath his bed and came up with the necessary items. Greg rolled a prophylactic over his immense staff and began slathering lube up and down its length.
Dennis practically salivated. He'd thought Won-Won was hung, but Weasley had nothing on Gregory Goyle. Dennis turned over onto all fours and stuck his bum in the air. He gave a little wiggle and cooed, "Give it to me, Greg. I can take it."
Greg moved into position behind Dennis and placed his meaty hands on Dennis' narrow hips. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You seem delicate."
"Yes, I'm sure, and no, I'm not delicate," Dennis insisted, giving another impatient wriggle.
"Okay," said Greg. "Ready or not, here I come."
Filtering Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Greg/Dennis
Rating: R
Warning(s): Pending sex
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #90 - helmet, shoe box
Summary: Dennis is a size queen. Follows Babbling Out Party.
Dennis suffered only momentary misgivings as he followed Greg through the portrait hole and into the Slytherin common room. He eased his own fears by reminding himself that he was with Goyle, who could thrash any other Slytherin who might be inclined to give Dennis trouble.
Greg turned to Dennis and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Uh, now what?" he asked.
Dennis found Greg's discomfort to be oddly endearing. "Take me to bed, big guy," Dennis said in his best sultry voice.
Gregory actually blushed, but he turned without a word and lumbered in the direction of his dorm, with Dennis trotting happily at his heels. Greg led the way to his bed and flung the curtains back. He sat down, and Dennis perched next to him. Greg looked Dennis up and down and said, "You're so little, I reckon you'd fit in my shoe box. Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?"
"I trust you," said Dennis. He stood up and began getting undressed. Greg followed suit. Once they were both naked, Dennis jumped on Greg's large bed, where he landed with a bounce and a giggle. "Do you have lube?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Do you have condoms?" asked Dennis.
"Huh?"
Dennis batted his long lashes and purred, "You need to put a helmet on that solider before sending him in."
"Huh?"
Dennis refrained from face-palming. He took a deep breath and tried again. "We can't have unprotected sex."
"Oh," grunted Gregory. "Why didn't you just say so? I have a whole box of prophylactics." He rummaged beneath his bed and came up with the necessary items. Greg rolled a prophylactic over his immense staff and began slathering lube up and down its length.
Dennis practically salivated. He'd thought Won-Won was hung, but Weasley had nothing on Gregory Goyle. Dennis turned over onto all fours and stuck his bum in the air. He gave a little wiggle and cooed, "Give it to me, Greg. I can take it."
Greg moved into position behind Dennis and placed his meaty hands on Dennis' narrow hips. "Are you sure?" he asked. "You seem delicate."
"Yes, I'm sure, and no, I'm not delicate," Dennis insisted, giving another impatient wriggle.
"Okay," said Greg. "Ready or not, here I come."
Filtering Out Party