Chasing by erisfics
Title: Chasing
Author: erisfics
Words: 516
Rating: R? Maybe a hard R for sexual situations and drugs.
Notes: AU
Long tendrils of smoke the color of the palest spring buds drifted above him, and he chased them with fingers that trailed along the air like a flower bursting to bloom. The ceiling above him was painted blue, shifting like the cosmos and speckled with clouds. The floor beneath him was slick smooth oriental cherry and his other hand clutched the silk pillow beneath him as he listened to the other men in the room cough and sigh, slip against silk and sink full body into the floor liquid like spilled water. Harry had already splashed between the floorboards and was beginning to solidify again.
He didn’t remember where he was or why he was here, eyes closed against the faded cheap red lanterns’ light and chest heaving with pleasantly numb heaviness. A soft hand pressed his shoulder and he rolled his head toward it, lashes fluttering butterflies open to reveal the image of a slim young thing white against the red of the room. The walls and floor swam around him, but those clear grey eyes were still, pressing him back into the cracks in the floor. Red lips more vibrant than peeling paint hovered over him, and he tugged at his cravat limply, the silk sliding against his throat like a dangerous whisper. Those lips curled up in a wicked promise and the hands tugged him into a sitting position.
Harry’s mind was a fog as he was led by the hand from the room of smoke into a cool blue room. He slumped over onto the bed and the boy straddled him, leaned over his body and ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, scratching with feminine fingernails.
“Five pound,” the boy hissed, and Harry felt his heavy head rock yes. The boy grinned again and ground against Harry’s belly. The world was jumping in and out of focus as the boy stretched Harry’s suspenders off of his shoulders. His vision shook as the first button, then the second and third on his pants were deftly maneuvered open, long slender fingers crawling inside. Harry’s own hands clutched at the boy’s thighs as he arched into that terrible knowing hand. His body seized and his thighs clenched as his release came rushing over him, and at the boy’s laughing eyes he felt his cheeks burn. The boy laughed easily and gripped his fingers, guiding them to the bulge obscenely displayed in his own tight pants.
“Keep it here,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, rocking against the loosely cupped palm. His hair fluttered with his movement and his cheeks flushed. Beads of sweat formed between his gathered brows and Harry watched his tongue sneak out to lick passion-dried lips. The boy’s slender hips shook suddenly, and with a languid smile, he leaned over Harry again, all lips and tongue. The fog came back and Harry melted back into the bed, absorbed by the linens like the sweat from his hair. When he woke, his money clip lay empty next to his head and his mouth tasted like ash, the lingering scent of poppies in the air.
Author: erisfics
Words: 516
Rating: R? Maybe a hard R for sexual situations and drugs.
Notes: AU
Long tendrils of smoke the color of the palest spring buds drifted above him, and he chased them with fingers that trailed along the air like a flower bursting to bloom. The ceiling above him was painted blue, shifting like the cosmos and speckled with clouds. The floor beneath him was slick smooth oriental cherry and his other hand clutched the silk pillow beneath him as he listened to the other men in the room cough and sigh, slip against silk and sink full body into the floor liquid like spilled water. Harry had already splashed between the floorboards and was beginning to solidify again.
He didn’t remember where he was or why he was here, eyes closed against the faded cheap red lanterns’ light and chest heaving with pleasantly numb heaviness. A soft hand pressed his shoulder and he rolled his head toward it, lashes fluttering butterflies open to reveal the image of a slim young thing white against the red of the room. The walls and floor swam around him, but those clear grey eyes were still, pressing him back into the cracks in the floor. Red lips more vibrant than peeling paint hovered over him, and he tugged at his cravat limply, the silk sliding against his throat like a dangerous whisper. Those lips curled up in a wicked promise and the hands tugged him into a sitting position.
Harry’s mind was a fog as he was led by the hand from the room of smoke into a cool blue room. He slumped over onto the bed and the boy straddled him, leaned over his body and ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, scratching with feminine fingernails.
“Five pound,” the boy hissed, and Harry felt his heavy head rock yes. The boy grinned again and ground against Harry’s belly. The world was jumping in and out of focus as the boy stretched Harry’s suspenders off of his shoulders. His vision shook as the first button, then the second and third on his pants were deftly maneuvered open, long slender fingers crawling inside. Harry’s own hands clutched at the boy’s thighs as he arched into that terrible knowing hand. His body seized and his thighs clenched as his release came rushing over him, and at the boy’s laughing eyes he felt his cheeks burn. The boy laughed easily and gripped his fingers, guiding them to the bulge obscenely displayed in his own tight pants.
“Keep it here,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, rocking against the loosely cupped palm. His hair fluttered with his movement and his cheeks flushed. Beads of sweat formed between his gathered brows and Harry watched his tongue sneak out to lick passion-dried lips. The boy’s slender hips shook suddenly, and with a languid smile, he leaned over Harry again, all lips and tongue. The fog came back and Harry melted back into the bed, absorbed by the linens like the sweat from his hair. When he woke, his money clip lay empty next to his head and his mouth tasted like ash, the lingering scent of poppies in the air.