mcfly-slash ... Carve your name into my arm
mmmm .. last night i watched simple plan.
a lot.
for the first time in years.
and it was soo goooooooood.
chuck owns basically!
and now boys and girls, brace yourself.
cos you're in for something that never happened before.
i wrote porn.
Title: Carve your name into my arm
Author: me
Rating: NC 17 (oh no, you didn’t - oh yes, I sure did)
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: AU - Smut, Songfic
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Summary: Carve your name into my arm … instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Disclaimer: not true … I think
Dedication: all of you pervs who wanted a sequel … juddpoynter, leathlin, fatal_labyrinth, nicky1388, manuanya, iheartdougie, oh_livia1, foreverlove_xx and xnovemberainx
Warnings: (Self)Harm … I guess that’s what you could call it.
Author’s note: Okay, this is the sequel/spin-off to 'The Way Love Works'. Please bare in mind, in all the years of me writing slash (and that’s actually three years) I NEVER wrote smut. So, this is a complete first. And I hope it's at least a little bit okay.
We’re also getting to the actual songfic-point now. ‘The Way Love Works’ was meant to be a songfic until I was in the middle of writing and the whole spin-off idea came to my mind. Therefore, this is the songfic. Kind of. I don’t use the whole song, just a part of a song.
Oh … and this is really long - as usual. I really should learn to keep it shorter.
When I came home from work that one day, I immediately knew something was different. I couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but I knew something was in the air.
The difference was that Harry was at home. Before me. And that usually didn’t happen. Ever. I always got in before he did and then I waited for him to come home and do whatever he wanted to me.
So, before I even took my key out of my pocket, the door was ripped open from the inside. I couldn’t even properly look at Harry because in a flash he had pulled me inside, slammed the door closed, pinned me against it and parted my lips with his velvety tongue. And who am I to protest really?
Our heated lip lock remained for a while until Harry pulled away. He let go of me, turned and headed back into the flat, totally casual like he hadn’t just raped my mouth ten seconds ago, making me want more immediately. Sometimes, he could be such a fucking tease.
“Hi Doug.”
“Yeah, hi to you too.”
I took off my shoes and jacket before I followed him into the flat. The TV showed some sports, volume high up so Harry could hear it in the kitchen where he apparently prepared some food.
I grabbed the remote and turned the volume down an octave as I plonked down onto our sofa. I resisted the urge to switch to a music channel as I always did first thing when I came home from work. For once I would have to live without my music and let Harry have his choice in our TV programme.
“When did you get in?”
“Dunno. Half four?”
“How come?”
“Just snuck out after the big man was gone. Come here for a sec? Need you to try something.”
I raised from the sofa and went into the kitchen. Something was sizzling in the frying pan, fish from the smell of it, while Harry stirred in a pot next to it. The light of the oven was on as well so something was baking or whatever down there too.
Harry then turned around to me, a spoon raised in mid-air. He blew on it to make it cool down before he beckoned me closer.
“Tell me if it needs more herbs.”
I closed my lips around the spoon and tried the sauce. And of course I couldn’t resist making a little bit of a show around it. I probably let my lips wrap around that spoon a second or two longer than necessary and gave Harry my best mischevious grin around it, combined with a wriggle of my eyebrows. It was only fair after he had left me high and dry at the front door earlier.
“It’s good.” I commented, “Could use a tick more salt maybe.”
Harry nodded, turning back to the stove and reaching for the packet of salt.
I hopped onto the kitchen counter, watching him. “So what’s all this for?”
“You know what day it is today, right?”
“Yeah, but you never made much fuss over the past two anniversaries. I’m just surprised, is all. Pleasantly surprised.”
Harry shrugged. “Dunno myself really. Thought three time’s a charm. I mean, three years, that’s sort of a big deal, isn’t it?”
“Have you got more surprises up your sleeve?”
“You have no idea.” He winked at me, grinning.
“I have nothing for you though. I didn’t expect we would-”
Harry cut me off, smiling at me seductively. “You’re going to return the favour later.”
His tone and smile made me inwardly fidget on my spot. The way he said it, like it was already agreed upon that I would ‘return the favour’ … I knew what he meant by it. And I really couldn’t approve more.
So, Harry and I had our dinner. Delicious, let me tell you. A nice change from the takeaway we usually had cos we never really cook much. No, let me rephrase that - he doesn’t cook much, I don’t cook, ever. Not because I don’t want to, simply because I’d probably burn our kitchen and flat down if I just tried. If we didn’t have our electric kettle, I’m sure I’d be able to burn water for tea.
Anyway, throughout our whole dinner, Harry made it damn hard for me, pun intended. He had chosen some loose fitting jeans and a very nice shirt to ‘match the occasion’, making me want to jump him there and then. He knew perfectly well how much it turned me on when he got out the fancy stuff. Okay, I do get turned on when I simply look at him but that’s beside the point.
Also, my dearest boyfriend seemed to eat agonizingly slow. I mean, I didn’t scoff down the food either but he really took his sweet time. He also had some mousse au chocolat for dessert which I would have prefered to lick off his chest. Mind, I suggested it but he just pecked my nose and set my bowl in front of me before he started eating. And eating is the wrong word … I had been teasing him earlier with that sauce-spoon, I know that, but what he was doing with his spoon was torture.
He then brought our dishes into the kitchen and actually started washing up. And that’s when I had enough. I snuck up behind him and pressed my body to his back, letting him know and feel exactly what he had done to me in the past 45 minutes.
“I think there was something about a favour that I have to return …” I purred into his ear, watching with delight as goose bumps appeared on his forearm.
“Patience is a virtue, babe.”
“I know. That’s why I’ve sat still for almost an hour. Besides, which one of us is the one who can’t get me out of my clothes fast enough?”
Harry then turned around to me, finally leaving the dishes alone. He studied my eager face for a moment or two before he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue parting my lips instantly.
“You. Bedroom. Take your top off. I’ll be there in a minute.” he whispered when we had barely pulled apart.
I did as he said and went into our bedroom, switching on my bedside lamp. I also shed myself off my t-shirt. I briefly wondered why it had to be just the top and not the rest of my clothes as well, but I was sure Harry had it all planned out anyway.
I laid down on the bed and tapped my fingers on my bare torso, resisting the urge to just let them travel southwards to ‘warm up’ already. I could hear Harry in the other rooms, shutting cupboards, switching off lights, locking the front door. He then went to the bathroom where I heard the water running for a bit.
He then decided to finally join me in the bedroom and I have to say I was disappointed when I noticed that he was still wearing all his clothes.
Without a word, he moved over to the bed and straddled me. In order to find the right and comfortable position he wriggled his ass back and forth over my groin, making me release a moan and grab his thighs. I felt myself getting aroused even more to which he only let out a light laugh.
“What a horny horny thing you are.” Harry tutted.
“As if you don’t like it.” I shot back, “So what’s the plan? Why are you still so awfully clothed?” I asked, tugging on his shirt, wanting it somewhere on the floor instead on him.
Harry swatted my hands away. “It’s about you first.”
“Is it, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
He leaned down and let our lips meet once more. The kiss was slow and sensual, our tongues dancing around each other. He ground his crotch into mine more and more, needily swallowing all the noises I made into our joined mouths.
He then pulled away but kept his face only a few inches above mine.
“I wanna leave my mark on you.” he whispered in a voice so raw and raspy that just the sound of it automatically made me harder.
“You know you can. I’m all yours.” I replied, releasing his thighs and bringing my arms to rest behind my head, showing him that I wouldn’t stop him from whatever he wanted.
“Not like that.” Harry shook his head.
He then leaned over to his bedside cabinet, picking up something he had placed there. My eyes never left his fingers as he carefully opened a little packet and pulled out a razor blade.
“I want to mark you as mine. Forever.” he said, his eyes fixed on me while mine seemed to be drawn on the shiny object in his hands. I was too stunned to reply, too turned on by the idea. But Harry seemed to misunderstand my silence. “I can understand if you don’t want to. I mean, that’s a bit more extreme than our usual stuff but I just thought-”
Shaking myself out of my daze I brought my finger up to his lips, silencing him. I laid my arms back across my stomach, looking up at him.
“Do it. Make me yours.”
“You sure?”
I simply nodded. “Do whatever you want. Just please do something.”
Harry sat up more and studied my upper body, looking for a perfect spot. If I hadn’t been topless already, I’m sure the look he had in his eyes while doing so would have burned any fabric that had dared to cover me.
After he had looked at every inch of my chest and arms, Harry had seemingly decided where to mark me. He took my right arm and laid it down by my side, palm on the mattress, moving his own body a bit to the side so he could have an easier access while still straddling me.
“Here …” he stated, his fingers running over a part of my forearm, close to my wrist. He looked back at me, asking wordlessly for approval.
“Yeah, fine. Care to tell me what exactly you wanna do?”
Harry shook his head. “You guess. Close your eyes.”
I did as he said and closed my eyes, shuffling about a bit to find a comfortable position. Harry then leaned down and kissed me quickly one more time.
“Tell me in case I go too deep.”
“The deeper the better. You know it.” With eyes closed I let a cheeky grin creep upon my lips.
“Yeah, but if I go too deep here, it could easily kill you. So tell me, yeah?”
“Promise.”
I then heard several deep breaths leaving Harry’s lungs. He was nervous. I didn’t know why though. We had done stuff like that a million times already, no week passed when our bodies weren’t marked with bruises. But then again, we’d never had used anything that could do actual harm … like a sharp razor blade that, if it cut too deep and reached the wrong spot, could indeed kill me.
With my eyes still closed I reached my left hand out, letting it rest on Harry’s thigh again, squeezing lightly.
“Go ahead. I trust you. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
Then I finally felt some movement. Harry took my arm into his hand again, changing its position, spreading it to the side. His thumb grazed the skin one more time before it was pulled away.
Seconds later I felt it. A first light scratching, tentative, as if testing out the water. It went in a straight line up and down.
And then suddenly came a stitch and I could feel my skin give way to the sharpness of the razor blade.
“Oh …” I moaned out.
“Too much?” Harry asked, a slight edge of panic in his voice.
“Fine.” I breathed out, “Keep going.”
Harry then resumed his task, splitting my skin with the sharp metal. He again dug the razor blade in and pulled in down in a straight line before there was another scratch and stitch and another line was drawn, this time horizontal, right next to the first one.
“This is almost like getting tattooed.” I stated, “Just without the buzzing sound of the machine.”
“How does it feel? Tell me.” Harry asked while moving the blade over my skin.
“Like heaven. It’s like … you feel your skin surrender to a completely different force. Just like getting tattooed. It doesn’t hurt it’s just … it feels raw. When you get tattooed it’s more like … you feel the vibration of the needle in the machine but you can’t exactly tell where the needle is. This is like … it’s pure. I can feel what you’re doing, where the blade is.”
Harry drew another line, straight down again.
“It’s an H!” I gasped out, realisation dawning, “That was an H. You’re writing your name.”
I could hear the smile in Harry’s voice. “Tell me how it feels. I wanna hear you.”
The only answer I had was another moan, giving into the feelings racing through my body. I really can’t explain what it was, I had lost all sense of coherent thoughts or words. My brain left my body and all I had left were my feelings.
Harry moved the razor blade further over my skin, the first scratch always careful as if to see where exactly he could dig the blade in, before he brought it back down to the beginning, scratching with more force to make the skin give way a first time. Then he’d repeat the action a few more times to get the cut deeper. And after every few movements, I felt him pad the skin with something soft, probably a tissue to wipe the blood away.
“This feels … mmmm … this is so good. Please don’t stop, go on.” I moaned while writhing underneath him, my now prominent erection trapped right under his crotch. I bucked my hips and wriggled around, all for just a little bit of friction.
As he went on, Harry seemed to get a hang out of the whole thing. His movements became quicker, more fluent. When he reached the third letter it seemed like he was an expert already. Soft scratch - hard scratch - stitch - scratch - pad. It was like a melody, always repeating itself.
“God, I wish I could see you right now. Let me see, please?” I begged. I knew that all I had to do was to open my eyes but at the same time I knew that since Harry had told me to close my eyes I would have to keep them closed until he told me any different.
“No-uh, keep your eyes closed. Imagine it.”
And I did just that. I squeezed my eyes even more close, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my cock and the first drips of pre-come smearing onto the inside of my boxers.
I could imagine him so perfectly. Bent over my arm, brows furrowed in concentration, his hand with the razor blade sliding over my skin again and again, his other hand holding my arm firmly in place. I could see the glint in his eyes that got more and more intensive with every line and curve he drew, never looking away from the razor blade, leaving it unattended. I could see him so perfectly well, I barely felt the movement of the blade over my skin anymore.
“Oh god, Harry please …” I panted, bucking my hips hard against his, “Please let me see. I need to see you, I need-”
Another stitch, another scratch.
“Nngh …” I moaned, “Harry, I …”
And suddenly I was cut off by his arm letting go of me, letting me know that he was done. He brought our lips together once again, penetrating my mouth with his tongue like there was no tomorrow. Immediately my arms shot up to wrap around his neck to hold his head in place, moaning into his mouth.
He changed his position again, his crotch now directly back over mine. I ground my hips up, meeting his halfway.
His lips then left mine and I could feel him lean up a bit more again. “Open your eyes, Doug.” he ordered, his breathing by now almost as heavy as mine.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I opened my eyes, immediately locking them with Harry’s lust filled ones. His hands were on either side of my head, his hips still grounding down on mine hard, an arousal tenting his jeans. He then grabbed my arm again and raised it up so I could see what he had done.
And there, deep red against my flushed skin, I saw it. His name. Harry. Right on my arm, as if he had stamped it on there or wrote it with a red pen. It wasn’t big, could be covered with a simple sweat band, but it was there. And it was there to last.
The sight of his name there on my arm made me buck my hips upwards harder and faster, caused an all too familiar tingle race through my whole body, starting in the pit of my stomach before spreading out all over the insides of me.
By the sparkle in his eyes I could tell Harry knew how to read the signs. He ground his crotch into mine again and bent back down, bringing his mouth directly to my ear where he sucked and nibbled on the lobe, panting right into my ear, turning me on to a point where I knew there was no going back, only moving forward. Fast.
“Harry please, I need to … oh god, fuck … please, I need to … make me come.” I begged.
A few more ragged breaths, another lick to my earlobe and then finally, “Come on babe, let go. Come for me.”
Finally hearing the much needed approval, that’s just what I did. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the pleasure overrun me, tightly gripping onto his thighs while I let out a long moan of his name, feeling my cock twitch before coating my boxers with spurts of my semen.
I wanted to stay in that state forever, refused to stop my hips from moving against his. But still, ever so slowly I felt the tingles and waves fade away and so I slowed my movements. Still breathing heavily I looked up at Harry who smiled down at me, clearly enjoying to see the effect he had on me. He was still hard but it didn’t look like he wanted to change that any time soon.
“That was … wow.” I gasped out, trying to get my ragged breaths back to normal.
I laid there for a few more moments, until my breathing was back at its usual speed. Harry still straddled me, his eyes focussed on my face, as if taking a mental photograph, moving his hips in slow circles over mine.
“Your turn now?” I asked.
I could see questions flood through Harry’s mind. He was questioning if he should do the same. He felt unsure. I knew why and I could understand it. He was used to the giving, not to the taking. I mean sure, pain was nothing new to him either but this … this was different. It’s not that he had trust issues or anything, it’s just … he simply didn’t know it. I was surrounded by stuff like that every day at work, I have a few tattoos myself. His body is untouched by all of this.
I tugged him back down, giving him a reassuring kiss. “You don’t have to do it, it’s fine.”
Harry shook his head against my lips, causing me to pull away. “No, I wanna do this. I’m just a bit … you know.”
“I promise I’ll be gentle. It’ll be over sooner than you know, just relax.”
“Is that what you tell the people coming to get a tattoo?”
“I do actually. So far it always seemed to help. As long as you keep still nothing is going to happen.”
Harry just nodded and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
I sat up and cupped his face with my hands, kissing him with all the love I had for him. I moved slowly, forcing us to swap places until he was laid on the bed, me now straddling him. He eagerly responded to my kiss, his hips getting back into action as well, his cock still hard between us.
Slowly, my hands left his face and wandered to his shirt, opening button by button with ease. The moment I had the last one open I moved my hands back up to his shoulders to move down the piece of clothing. He sat up and wriggled his arms out of it, before grabbing the shirt and throwing it to the floor carelessly. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest while we remained locked by the lips.
After a minute or two of kissing, I pulled away. If we wouldn’t get this started soon, chances were we’d have to wait to our next anniversary to do this.
“Lay down, babe.” I whispered against his lips.
Taking a deep breath, he did as I told and laid down, adopting my position from earlier. And just like him earlier, I first let my eyes roam over his toned chest and arms, even though I already knew where I’d mark him.
I leaned over to the bedside cabinet, taking a new razor blade out of the packet. I also reached for the packet of tissues right next to it, pulling a few out and laying them on the mattress, right in reach.
“I’m gonna take the same spot as you, alright? You can easily cover it when you’re at work.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, fine.”
I then left my spot, not straddling him anymore but sitting right by his side, my legs crossed. I laid his arm down by his side, palm facing the mattress.
“Easier for me.” I explained, “Like writing on paper. And leaves you free to do whatever you want.” I nodded my head towards the bulge in his jeans, smiling. “Just don’t squirm too much, unexpected movements are the last thing we need.”
Harry nodded again. “Just get on with it, will you?”
I complied, taking the razor blade between my fingers, figuring out how to hold it best to write without cutting myself. I also made a few circles in the air with my hand to ease my wrist. Other than Harry’s name which is made more of lines than curves, my name was pretty much made of curves and those, I knew, were harder to do than straight lines.
“Right, you ready?”
“Yeah.” Harry gritted out.
Looking at his face one last time, I could see that he now had his eyes squeezed tightly shut as well, expecting whatever was to come.
Just like he had done, I stroked my fingers over the place where I’d cut a few times, massaging the area slightly, trying to erase his uneasiness. Then I brought the blade to his skin and carefully drew the first line, barely meeting his skin, as if marking where I’d cut.
Taking a deep breath, I then brought the blade to the skin and added pressure. I watched the skin dip in before it gave way and the razor blade sunk in, making a little bit of blood come out of the scratch.
Harry let out a hiss, holding his breath, before releasing it again, breathing in and out in a fast rhythm.
“Alright?” I checked.
“Yeah, just came a bit unexpected, is all. Keep going, it’s fine.”
“It probably won’t get worse than this.”
“Okay yeah, whatever, just keep going.”
I moved the blade up and down in the first scratch, reassuring that it’d last and leave a mark before I moved to make the curve of the first letter of my name. As expected, it was harder to do than the simple line. I took the fingers of my other hand, stretching Harry’s skin a bit to make the blade slide easier. I wanted to make this perfect.
I padded the letter with a tissue and for a split second I looked back to Harry. He still laid there with his eyes shut, unexpected movements making them squeeze shut tighter before he relaxed his eyelids. His breathing was heavy, caused his chest to raise up and down rapidly.
“You can look, I don’t mind. It might help you to see what I’m doing. Less surprises.”
Harry shook his head violently. “I wanna experience this.”
“Then tell me, what’s the experience like?”
Harry tried to collect his words while I drew the blade over his skin. “It doesn’t … it doesn’t really feel like a cut. It’s not like when you cut yourself accidentally with a knife or on the edge of a piece of paper. This is … you feel how the blade tries to fight its way in, you feel your skin surrender, giving up. And when you pull it forward, I can feel each millimeter of movement.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Not at all. It’s not the best feeling in the world but it’s … it’s not that bad either. I’d thought my skin might go numb or something but I can feel it all so intensly, if I concentrate hard enough I can even see what you’re writing without looking.” He paused. “You’re just writing the O, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Not easy to get the circle done, though.”
“You’re doing just fine, babe. Just fine.”
And then, just as I made the second half of my O, Harry let out a first low moan, making me smile automatically. He was now giving into the feeling as well, enjoying this as much as I did before. He also started moving his legs, bending his knees before bringing them back onto the mattress, not being able to keep them still. The bulge in his jeans became a bit more prominent again too.
When I was done with the letter, I couldn’t resist. I let go of his arm for a moment and used my left hand to cup his erection through his trousers, making Harry release another moan.
“Oh god, Doug … so good … keep going.”
I giggled. “I guess you have to do it yourself, babe. I need both hands on your arm.”
Harry didn’t even wait a second. His hand flew straight to his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. I was so tempted to watch, see him free his hard on from the confines of his clothing and pleasure himself. But I had other things to do.
While I focussed back on the task at hand, my hand unfortunately, I heard Harry unfastening his belt, followed shortly by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. His crotch only a few inches next my hand wriggled a bit and in the corner of my eye I could see Harry’s underwear sliding down.
Harry released a contented sigh, probably at the air that now sourrounded his cock. That was followed by a low throaty moan. I took a short sideways glance again, seeing Harry fisting his hard on, starting an up-and-down movement around it.
I stopped my activity for a moment, not able to tear my eyes from the scene that presented itself basically next to my hand.
“Yeah, that’s it babe. Come on, go on.” I encouraged, trying my hardest to ignore what was happening inside my own boxers, again.
“Don’t stop, Doug. Go on. I need it, I need to feel it.”
Pulled out of my reverie by Harry’s voice, I picked up the activity on his arm, now scratching out the curve of the U, mapping it out first.
“Dig the fucking blade in!” Harry gasped out sharply.
“Easy babe.”
“Fuck easy. Just bloody do it already.”
I snorted. “Don’t ever dare to tell me again that patience is a virtue.”
And without any warning, I brought the blade to his skin, making the U in one smooth go.
“Fuck!” Harry screamed out, “Do it again, Doug!”
I looked at his face for a second again, seeing it contorted with pleasure. His head was tilted back, his eyes shut tightly, his mouth slightly open. He had never looked more open, more tempting, more beautiful.
With the picture of his face in my mind, I looked back down, making the U a bit deeper. Harry’s crotch writhed next to me, the movements of his hand on his cock now making a sound. He was coating himself with pre-come. His moans were now echoing through the room in a constant pattern.
Mustering up all my will power I worked on the final letter of my name, deciding that ‘Doug’ would have to be enough, ‘Dougie’ simply was too long. My fingers now moved with easiness and I knew exactly how much pressure was needed to make the writing last without endangering Harry’s life.
Harry was still writhing on the bed and moaning every time he released a breath while his hand moved faster up and down his length. The sounds he made were like music in my ears and it took all I had to block them out so I could focus on the writing on his arm.
Only a few moments later I was done. I looked at my handiwork one last time before releasing Harry’s hand.
As soon as Harry’s hand was free, his other hand stopped its work on his cock as well.
“Why’d you stop?” he demanded.
“Cos I’m done. Here, look.” I lifted his arm up for him to see.
Harry leaned up, resting on his elbow before he looked at his arm. His eyes were immediately drawn to my name carved into the skin. He was so mesmerised by it, looking at it like a child who saw a Christmas tree for the first time.
I took this moment of him being distracted and used it to my advantage. I leaned down and, without any announcement, took the tip of Harry’s cock between my lips.
“Oh fuck!” Harry gasped out, his head hitting against the headboard in surprise.
I shuffled over until I was inbetween Harry’s legs, my mouth never leaving its spot around Harry’s length. I looked back up at him and our eyes met, passion sparkling between us.
“Get your … get your trousers off …” he got out inbetween pants, “Touch yourself!”
Still swirling my tongue around his tip, licking and sucking, I brought one of my hands to the top of my own jeans, fumbling a bit until I could pull them and my boxers off. I moved again, so I was on all fours, steadying myself first before I wrapped a hand around myself, moaning around Harry’s cock.
Sinking back onto the mattress, Harry brought his hands to the back of my head and pushed down, making me swallow him more. I surrendered to him, surpressing the urge to gag while Harry pushed my head further down until I was deepthroating him completely.
The hand around my cock worked faster and faster, making me release moan after moan, sending vibrations around Harry’s length in my mouth. I let Harry take control, pulling my head up before pushing it back down, my tongue moving around him, sucking and licking in all the right places.
“Oh god, Doug … so close … come on, faster … come with me.”
His words chanting me on, I moved my hand around my hard on faster and faster until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was just able to nod my head quickly around Harry’s member and then I felt my orgasm approach me. And just as the first spurts of come coated my hand, I felt Harry’s cock in my mouth twitch and the familiar taste of his come started settling on my tongue.
“Fuuuuuuuuck … Doug!” Harry screamed as he released his load in my mouth while I let out a long moan around his length, coming for the second time that night.
I made sure to lick Harry absolutely clean, savouring his taste on my tongue, before I let his spent penis slip out of my lips. I then moved upwards his body until our lips met so he could taste himself in my mouth.
He broke our kiss, taking my hand into his, licking each drop of my come from my fingers, before he pulled me close, letting me collapse next to him, spooning up to me. He stretched out his arm over my waist, making me see my name on there again. I brought my own arm down as well, resting it right underneath, his name now right next to mine, before I entwined our fingers lazily.
“Happy anniversary, babe.” Harry whispered, “I love you.”
“Harry anniversary. I love you too.” was all that left my lips before I fell into a deep satisfied sleep.
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
The End
Comments are appreciated. Muchly this time.
A/N 2: Song used was Placebo's 'Every you, Every me'
A/N 3: And .. totally random but I was hoping you guys can help me. I wanna make a CD for a friend but I'm missing a few songs which I can't seem to find anywhere. So if any of you have them, a download link (sendspace, megaupload) would be muchly appreciated. Songs are
"Drugs don't work" - The Verve (or Richard Ashcroft, I'm not too sure)
"About you now" - Sugababes
"Bubbly" - Colbie Caillat (or however she writes her name)
"Foundations" - Kate Nash
"Hot" - Avril Lavigne
"Gold Digger" - Kanye West + Jamie Foxx
"Like you" - Ciara + Lil Bow Wow
"Unwritten" + "Soul Mate" - Natasha Beddingfield
the first single of Elliot Minor .. the name has completely escaped me :-/
Thank youuuuuuuuu!
a lot.
for the first time in years.
and it was soo goooooooood.
chuck owns basically!
and now boys and girls, brace yourself.
cos you're in for something that never happened before.
i wrote porn.
Title: Carve your name into my arm
Author: me
Rating: NC 17 (oh no, you didn’t - oh yes, I sure did)
Chapter: 1/1 … Standalone
Genre: AU - Smut, Songfic
Pairing: PoynterJudd
Summary: Carve your name into my arm … instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Disclaimer: not true … I think
Dedication: all of you pervs who wanted a sequel … juddpoynter, leathlin, fatal_labyrinth, nicky1388, manuanya, iheartdougie, oh_livia1, foreverlove_xx and xnovemberainx
Warnings: (Self)Harm … I guess that’s what you could call it.
Author’s note: Okay, this is the sequel/spin-off to 'The Way Love Works'. Please bare in mind, in all the years of me writing slash (and that’s actually three years) I NEVER wrote smut. So, this is a complete first. And I hope it's at least a little bit okay.
We’re also getting to the actual songfic-point now. ‘The Way Love Works’ was meant to be a songfic until I was in the middle of writing and the whole spin-off idea came to my mind. Therefore, this is the songfic. Kind of. I don’t use the whole song, just a part of a song.
Oh … and this is really long - as usual. I really should learn to keep it shorter.
When I came home from work that one day, I immediately knew something was different. I couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, but I knew something was in the air.
The difference was that Harry was at home. Before me. And that usually didn’t happen. Ever. I always got in before he did and then I waited for him to come home and do whatever he wanted to me.
So, before I even took my key out of my pocket, the door was ripped open from the inside. I couldn’t even properly look at Harry because in a flash he had pulled me inside, slammed the door closed, pinned me against it and parted my lips with his velvety tongue. And who am I to protest really?
Our heated lip lock remained for a while until Harry pulled away. He let go of me, turned and headed back into the flat, totally casual like he hadn’t just raped my mouth ten seconds ago, making me want more immediately. Sometimes, he could be such a fucking tease.
“Hi Doug.”
“Yeah, hi to you too.”
I took off my shoes and jacket before I followed him into the flat. The TV showed some sports, volume high up so Harry could hear it in the kitchen where he apparently prepared some food.
I grabbed the remote and turned the volume down an octave as I plonked down onto our sofa. I resisted the urge to switch to a music channel as I always did first thing when I came home from work. For once I would have to live without my music and let Harry have his choice in our TV programme.
“When did you get in?”
“Dunno. Half four?”
“How come?”
“Just snuck out after the big man was gone. Come here for a sec? Need you to try something.”
I raised from the sofa and went into the kitchen. Something was sizzling in the frying pan, fish from the smell of it, while Harry stirred in a pot next to it. The light of the oven was on as well so something was baking or whatever down there too.
Harry then turned around to me, a spoon raised in mid-air. He blew on it to make it cool down before he beckoned me closer.
“Tell me if it needs more herbs.”
I closed my lips around the spoon and tried the sauce. And of course I couldn’t resist making a little bit of a show around it. I probably let my lips wrap around that spoon a second or two longer than necessary and gave Harry my best mischevious grin around it, combined with a wriggle of my eyebrows. It was only fair after he had left me high and dry at the front door earlier.
“It’s good.” I commented, “Could use a tick more salt maybe.”
Harry nodded, turning back to the stove and reaching for the packet of salt.
I hopped onto the kitchen counter, watching him. “So what’s all this for?”
“You know what day it is today, right?”
“Yeah, but you never made much fuss over the past two anniversaries. I’m just surprised, is all. Pleasantly surprised.”
Harry shrugged. “Dunno myself really. Thought three time’s a charm. I mean, three years, that’s sort of a big deal, isn’t it?”
“Have you got more surprises up your sleeve?”
“You have no idea.” He winked at me, grinning.
“I have nothing for you though. I didn’t expect we would-”
Harry cut me off, smiling at me seductively. “You’re going to return the favour later.”
His tone and smile made me inwardly fidget on my spot. The way he said it, like it was already agreed upon that I would ‘return the favour’ … I knew what he meant by it. And I really couldn’t approve more.
So, Harry and I had our dinner. Delicious, let me tell you. A nice change from the takeaway we usually had cos we never really cook much. No, let me rephrase that - he doesn’t cook much, I don’t cook, ever. Not because I don’t want to, simply because I’d probably burn our kitchen and flat down if I just tried. If we didn’t have our electric kettle, I’m sure I’d be able to burn water for tea.
Anyway, throughout our whole dinner, Harry made it damn hard for me, pun intended. He had chosen some loose fitting jeans and a very nice shirt to ‘match the occasion’, making me want to jump him there and then. He knew perfectly well how much it turned me on when he got out the fancy stuff. Okay, I do get turned on when I simply look at him but that’s beside the point.
Also, my dearest boyfriend seemed to eat agonizingly slow. I mean, I didn’t scoff down the food either but he really took his sweet time. He also had some mousse au chocolat for dessert which I would have prefered to lick off his chest. Mind, I suggested it but he just pecked my nose and set my bowl in front of me before he started eating. And eating is the wrong word … I had been teasing him earlier with that sauce-spoon, I know that, but what he was doing with his spoon was torture.
He then brought our dishes into the kitchen and actually started washing up. And that’s when I had enough. I snuck up behind him and pressed my body to his back, letting him know and feel exactly what he had done to me in the past 45 minutes.
“I think there was something about a favour that I have to return …” I purred into his ear, watching with delight as goose bumps appeared on his forearm.
“Patience is a virtue, babe.”
“I know. That’s why I’ve sat still for almost an hour. Besides, which one of us is the one who can’t get me out of my clothes fast enough?”
Harry then turned around to me, finally leaving the dishes alone. He studied my eager face for a moment or two before he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue parting my lips instantly.
“You. Bedroom. Take your top off. I’ll be there in a minute.” he whispered when we had barely pulled apart.
I did as he said and went into our bedroom, switching on my bedside lamp. I also shed myself off my t-shirt. I briefly wondered why it had to be just the top and not the rest of my clothes as well, but I was sure Harry had it all planned out anyway.
I laid down on the bed and tapped my fingers on my bare torso, resisting the urge to just let them travel southwards to ‘warm up’ already. I could hear Harry in the other rooms, shutting cupboards, switching off lights, locking the front door. He then went to the bathroom where I heard the water running for a bit.
He then decided to finally join me in the bedroom and I have to say I was disappointed when I noticed that he was still wearing all his clothes.
Without a word, he moved over to the bed and straddled me. In order to find the right and comfortable position he wriggled his ass back and forth over my groin, making me release a moan and grab his thighs. I felt myself getting aroused even more to which he only let out a light laugh.
“What a horny horny thing you are.” Harry tutted.
“As if you don’t like it.” I shot back, “So what’s the plan? Why are you still so awfully clothed?” I asked, tugging on his shirt, wanting it somewhere on the floor instead on him.
Harry swatted my hands away. “It’s about you first.”
“Is it, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
He leaned down and let our lips meet once more. The kiss was slow and sensual, our tongues dancing around each other. He ground his crotch into mine more and more, needily swallowing all the noises I made into our joined mouths.
He then pulled away but kept his face only a few inches above mine.
“I wanna leave my mark on you.” he whispered in a voice so raw and raspy that just the sound of it automatically made me harder.
“You know you can. I’m all yours.” I replied, releasing his thighs and bringing my arms to rest behind my head, showing him that I wouldn’t stop him from whatever he wanted.
“Not like that.” Harry shook his head.
He then leaned over to his bedside cabinet, picking up something he had placed there. My eyes never left his fingers as he carefully opened a little packet and pulled out a razor blade.
“I want to mark you as mine. Forever.” he said, his eyes fixed on me while mine seemed to be drawn on the shiny object in his hands. I was too stunned to reply, too turned on by the idea. But Harry seemed to misunderstand my silence. “I can understand if you don’t want to. I mean, that’s a bit more extreme than our usual stuff but I just thought-”
Shaking myself out of my daze I brought my finger up to his lips, silencing him. I laid my arms back across my stomach, looking up at him.
“Do it. Make me yours.”
“You sure?”
I simply nodded. “Do whatever you want. Just please do something.”
Harry sat up more and studied my upper body, looking for a perfect spot. If I hadn’t been topless already, I’m sure the look he had in his eyes while doing so would have burned any fabric that had dared to cover me.
After he had looked at every inch of my chest and arms, Harry had seemingly decided where to mark me. He took my right arm and laid it down by my side, palm on the mattress, moving his own body a bit to the side so he could have an easier access while still straddling me.
“Here …” he stated, his fingers running over a part of my forearm, close to my wrist. He looked back at me, asking wordlessly for approval.
“Yeah, fine. Care to tell me what exactly you wanna do?”
Harry shook his head. “You guess. Close your eyes.”
I did as he said and closed my eyes, shuffling about a bit to find a comfortable position. Harry then leaned down and kissed me quickly one more time.
“Tell me in case I go too deep.”
“The deeper the better. You know it.” With eyes closed I let a cheeky grin creep upon my lips.
“Yeah, but if I go too deep here, it could easily kill you. So tell me, yeah?”
“Promise.”
I then heard several deep breaths leaving Harry’s lungs. He was nervous. I didn’t know why though. We had done stuff like that a million times already, no week passed when our bodies weren’t marked with bruises. But then again, we’d never had used anything that could do actual harm … like a sharp razor blade that, if it cut too deep and reached the wrong spot, could indeed kill me.
With my eyes still closed I reached my left hand out, letting it rest on Harry’s thigh again, squeezing lightly.
“Go ahead. I trust you. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”
“Okay.”
Then I finally felt some movement. Harry took my arm into his hand again, changing its position, spreading it to the side. His thumb grazed the skin one more time before it was pulled away.
Seconds later I felt it. A first light scratching, tentative, as if testing out the water. It went in a straight line up and down.
And then suddenly came a stitch and I could feel my skin give way to the sharpness of the razor blade.
“Oh …” I moaned out.
“Too much?” Harry asked, a slight edge of panic in his voice.
“Fine.” I breathed out, “Keep going.”
Harry then resumed his task, splitting my skin with the sharp metal. He again dug the razor blade in and pulled in down in a straight line before there was another scratch and stitch and another line was drawn, this time horizontal, right next to the first one.
“This is almost like getting tattooed.” I stated, “Just without the buzzing sound of the machine.”
“How does it feel? Tell me.” Harry asked while moving the blade over my skin.
“Like heaven. It’s like … you feel your skin surrender to a completely different force. Just like getting tattooed. It doesn’t hurt it’s just … it feels raw. When you get tattooed it’s more like … you feel the vibration of the needle in the machine but you can’t exactly tell where the needle is. This is like … it’s pure. I can feel what you’re doing, where the blade is.”
Harry drew another line, straight down again.
“It’s an H!” I gasped out, realisation dawning, “That was an H. You’re writing your name.”
I could hear the smile in Harry’s voice. “Tell me how it feels. I wanna hear you.”
The only answer I had was another moan, giving into the feelings racing through my body. I really can’t explain what it was, I had lost all sense of coherent thoughts or words. My brain left my body and all I had left were my feelings.
Harry moved the razor blade further over my skin, the first scratch always careful as if to see where exactly he could dig the blade in, before he brought it back down to the beginning, scratching with more force to make the skin give way a first time. Then he’d repeat the action a few more times to get the cut deeper. And after every few movements, I felt him pad the skin with something soft, probably a tissue to wipe the blood away.
“This feels … mmmm … this is so good. Please don’t stop, go on.” I moaned while writhing underneath him, my now prominent erection trapped right under his crotch. I bucked my hips and wriggled around, all for just a little bit of friction.
As he went on, Harry seemed to get a hang out of the whole thing. His movements became quicker, more fluent. When he reached the third letter it seemed like he was an expert already. Soft scratch - hard scratch - stitch - scratch - pad. It was like a melody, always repeating itself.
“God, I wish I could see you right now. Let me see, please?” I begged. I knew that all I had to do was to open my eyes but at the same time I knew that since Harry had told me to close my eyes I would have to keep them closed until he told me any different.
“No-uh, keep your eyes closed. Imagine it.”
And I did just that. I squeezed my eyes even more close, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my cock and the first drips of pre-come smearing onto the inside of my boxers.
I could imagine him so perfectly. Bent over my arm, brows furrowed in concentration, his hand with the razor blade sliding over my skin again and again, his other hand holding my arm firmly in place. I could see the glint in his eyes that got more and more intensive with every line and curve he drew, never looking away from the razor blade, leaving it unattended. I could see him so perfectly well, I barely felt the movement of the blade over my skin anymore.
“Oh god, Harry please …” I panted, bucking my hips hard against his, “Please let me see. I need to see you, I need-”
Another stitch, another scratch.
“Nngh …” I moaned, “Harry, I …”
And suddenly I was cut off by his arm letting go of me, letting me know that he was done. He brought our lips together once again, penetrating my mouth with his tongue like there was no tomorrow. Immediately my arms shot up to wrap around his neck to hold his head in place, moaning into his mouth.
He changed his position again, his crotch now directly back over mine. I ground my hips up, meeting his halfway.
His lips then left mine and I could feel him lean up a bit more again. “Open your eyes, Doug.” he ordered, his breathing by now almost as heavy as mine.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I opened my eyes, immediately locking them with Harry’s lust filled ones. His hands were on either side of my head, his hips still grounding down on mine hard, an arousal tenting his jeans. He then grabbed my arm again and raised it up so I could see what he had done.
And there, deep red against my flushed skin, I saw it. His name. Harry. Right on my arm, as if he had stamped it on there or wrote it with a red pen. It wasn’t big, could be covered with a simple sweat band, but it was there. And it was there to last.
The sight of his name there on my arm made me buck my hips upwards harder and faster, caused an all too familiar tingle race through my whole body, starting in the pit of my stomach before spreading out all over the insides of me.
By the sparkle in his eyes I could tell Harry knew how to read the signs. He ground his crotch into mine again and bent back down, bringing his mouth directly to my ear where he sucked and nibbled on the lobe, panting right into my ear, turning me on to a point where I knew there was no going back, only moving forward. Fast.
“Harry please, I need to … oh god, fuck … please, I need to … make me come.” I begged.
A few more ragged breaths, another lick to my earlobe and then finally, “Come on babe, let go. Come for me.”
Finally hearing the much needed approval, that’s just what I did. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let the pleasure overrun me, tightly gripping onto his thighs while I let out a long moan of his name, feeling my cock twitch before coating my boxers with spurts of my semen.
I wanted to stay in that state forever, refused to stop my hips from moving against his. But still, ever so slowly I felt the tingles and waves fade away and so I slowed my movements. Still breathing heavily I looked up at Harry who smiled down at me, clearly enjoying to see the effect he had on me. He was still hard but it didn’t look like he wanted to change that any time soon.
“That was … wow.” I gasped out, trying to get my ragged breaths back to normal.
I laid there for a few more moments, until my breathing was back at its usual speed. Harry still straddled me, his eyes focussed on my face, as if taking a mental photograph, moving his hips in slow circles over mine.
“Your turn now?” I asked.
I could see questions flood through Harry’s mind. He was questioning if he should do the same. He felt unsure. I knew why and I could understand it. He was used to the giving, not to the taking. I mean sure, pain was nothing new to him either but this … this was different. It’s not that he had trust issues or anything, it’s just … he simply didn’t know it. I was surrounded by stuff like that every day at work, I have a few tattoos myself. His body is untouched by all of this.
I tugged him back down, giving him a reassuring kiss. “You don’t have to do it, it’s fine.”
Harry shook his head against my lips, causing me to pull away. “No, I wanna do this. I’m just a bit … you know.”
“I promise I’ll be gentle. It’ll be over sooner than you know, just relax.”
“Is that what you tell the people coming to get a tattoo?”
“I do actually. So far it always seemed to help. As long as you keep still nothing is going to happen.”
Harry just nodded and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
I sat up and cupped his face with my hands, kissing him with all the love I had for him. I moved slowly, forcing us to swap places until he was laid on the bed, me now straddling him. He eagerly responded to my kiss, his hips getting back into action as well, his cock still hard between us.
Slowly, my hands left his face and wandered to his shirt, opening button by button with ease. The moment I had the last one open I moved my hands back up to his shoulders to move down the piece of clothing. He sat up and wriggled his arms out of it, before grabbing the shirt and throwing it to the floor carelessly. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest while we remained locked by the lips.
After a minute or two of kissing, I pulled away. If we wouldn’t get this started soon, chances were we’d have to wait to our next anniversary to do this.
“Lay down, babe.” I whispered against his lips.
Taking a deep breath, he did as I told and laid down, adopting my position from earlier. And just like him earlier, I first let my eyes roam over his toned chest and arms, even though I already knew where I’d mark him.
I leaned over to the bedside cabinet, taking a new razor blade out of the packet. I also reached for the packet of tissues right next to it, pulling a few out and laying them on the mattress, right in reach.
“I’m gonna take the same spot as you, alright? You can easily cover it when you’re at work.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, fine.”
I then left my spot, not straddling him anymore but sitting right by his side, my legs crossed. I laid his arm down by his side, palm facing the mattress.
“Easier for me.” I explained, “Like writing on paper. And leaves you free to do whatever you want.” I nodded my head towards the bulge in his jeans, smiling. “Just don’t squirm too much, unexpected movements are the last thing we need.”
Harry nodded again. “Just get on with it, will you?”
I complied, taking the razor blade between my fingers, figuring out how to hold it best to write without cutting myself. I also made a few circles in the air with my hand to ease my wrist. Other than Harry’s name which is made more of lines than curves, my name was pretty much made of curves and those, I knew, were harder to do than straight lines.
“Right, you ready?”
“Yeah.” Harry gritted out.
Looking at his face one last time, I could see that he now had his eyes squeezed tightly shut as well, expecting whatever was to come.
Just like he had done, I stroked my fingers over the place where I’d cut a few times, massaging the area slightly, trying to erase his uneasiness. Then I brought the blade to his skin and carefully drew the first line, barely meeting his skin, as if marking where I’d cut.
Taking a deep breath, I then brought the blade to the skin and added pressure. I watched the skin dip in before it gave way and the razor blade sunk in, making a little bit of blood come out of the scratch.
Harry let out a hiss, holding his breath, before releasing it again, breathing in and out in a fast rhythm.
“Alright?” I checked.
“Yeah, just came a bit unexpected, is all. Keep going, it’s fine.”
“It probably won’t get worse than this.”
“Okay yeah, whatever, just keep going.”
I moved the blade up and down in the first scratch, reassuring that it’d last and leave a mark before I moved to make the curve of the first letter of my name. As expected, it was harder to do than the simple line. I took the fingers of my other hand, stretching Harry’s skin a bit to make the blade slide easier. I wanted to make this perfect.
I padded the letter with a tissue and for a split second I looked back to Harry. He still laid there with his eyes shut, unexpected movements making them squeeze shut tighter before he relaxed his eyelids. His breathing was heavy, caused his chest to raise up and down rapidly.
“You can look, I don’t mind. It might help you to see what I’m doing. Less surprises.”
Harry shook his head violently. “I wanna experience this.”
“Then tell me, what’s the experience like?”
Harry tried to collect his words while I drew the blade over his skin. “It doesn’t … it doesn’t really feel like a cut. It’s not like when you cut yourself accidentally with a knife or on the edge of a piece of paper. This is … you feel how the blade tries to fight its way in, you feel your skin surrender, giving up. And when you pull it forward, I can feel each millimeter of movement.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No. Not at all. It’s not the best feeling in the world but it’s … it’s not that bad either. I’d thought my skin might go numb or something but I can feel it all so intensly, if I concentrate hard enough I can even see what you’re writing without looking.” He paused. “You’re just writing the O, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. Not easy to get the circle done, though.”
“You’re doing just fine, babe. Just fine.”
And then, just as I made the second half of my O, Harry let out a first low moan, making me smile automatically. He was now giving into the feeling as well, enjoying this as much as I did before. He also started moving his legs, bending his knees before bringing them back onto the mattress, not being able to keep them still. The bulge in his jeans became a bit more prominent again too.
When I was done with the letter, I couldn’t resist. I let go of his arm for a moment and used my left hand to cup his erection through his trousers, making Harry release another moan.
“Oh god, Doug … so good … keep going.”
I giggled. “I guess you have to do it yourself, babe. I need both hands on your arm.”
Harry didn’t even wait a second. His hand flew straight to his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. I was so tempted to watch, see him free his hard on from the confines of his clothing and pleasure himself. But I had other things to do.
While I focussed back on the task at hand, my hand unfortunately, I heard Harry unfastening his belt, followed shortly by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. His crotch only a few inches next my hand wriggled a bit and in the corner of my eye I could see Harry’s underwear sliding down.
Harry released a contented sigh, probably at the air that now sourrounded his cock. That was followed by a low throaty moan. I took a short sideways glance again, seeing Harry fisting his hard on, starting an up-and-down movement around it.
I stopped my activity for a moment, not able to tear my eyes from the scene that presented itself basically next to my hand.
“Yeah, that’s it babe. Come on, go on.” I encouraged, trying my hardest to ignore what was happening inside my own boxers, again.
“Don’t stop, Doug. Go on. I need it, I need to feel it.”
Pulled out of my reverie by Harry’s voice, I picked up the activity on his arm, now scratching out the curve of the U, mapping it out first.
“Dig the fucking blade in!” Harry gasped out sharply.
“Easy babe.”
“Fuck easy. Just bloody do it already.”
I snorted. “Don’t ever dare to tell me again that patience is a virtue.”
And without any warning, I brought the blade to his skin, making the U in one smooth go.
“Fuck!” Harry screamed out, “Do it again, Doug!”
I looked at his face for a second again, seeing it contorted with pleasure. His head was tilted back, his eyes shut tightly, his mouth slightly open. He had never looked more open, more tempting, more beautiful.
With the picture of his face in my mind, I looked back down, making the U a bit deeper. Harry’s crotch writhed next to me, the movements of his hand on his cock now making a sound. He was coating himself with pre-come. His moans were now echoing through the room in a constant pattern.
Mustering up all my will power I worked on the final letter of my name, deciding that ‘Doug’ would have to be enough, ‘Dougie’ simply was too long. My fingers now moved with easiness and I knew exactly how much pressure was needed to make the writing last without endangering Harry’s life.
Harry was still writhing on the bed and moaning every time he released a breath while his hand moved faster up and down his length. The sounds he made were like music in my ears and it took all I had to block them out so I could focus on the writing on his arm.
Only a few moments later I was done. I looked at my handiwork one last time before releasing Harry’s hand.
As soon as Harry’s hand was free, his other hand stopped its work on his cock as well.
“Why’d you stop?” he demanded.
“Cos I’m done. Here, look.” I lifted his arm up for him to see.
Harry leaned up, resting on his elbow before he looked at his arm. His eyes were immediately drawn to my name carved into the skin. He was so mesmerised by it, looking at it like a child who saw a Christmas tree for the first time.
I took this moment of him being distracted and used it to my advantage. I leaned down and, without any announcement, took the tip of Harry’s cock between my lips.
“Oh fuck!” Harry gasped out, his head hitting against the headboard in surprise.
I shuffled over until I was inbetween Harry’s legs, my mouth never leaving its spot around Harry’s length. I looked back up at him and our eyes met, passion sparkling between us.
“Get your … get your trousers off …” he got out inbetween pants, “Touch yourself!”
Still swirling my tongue around his tip, licking and sucking, I brought one of my hands to the top of my own jeans, fumbling a bit until I could pull them and my boxers off. I moved again, so I was on all fours, steadying myself first before I wrapped a hand around myself, moaning around Harry’s cock.
Sinking back onto the mattress, Harry brought his hands to the back of my head and pushed down, making me swallow him more. I surrendered to him, surpressing the urge to gag while Harry pushed my head further down until I was deepthroating him completely.
The hand around my cock worked faster and faster, making me release moan after moan, sending vibrations around Harry’s length in my mouth. I let Harry take control, pulling my head up before pushing it back down, my tongue moving around him, sucking and licking in all the right places.
“Oh god, Doug … so close … come on, faster … come with me.”
His words chanting me on, I moved my hand around my hard on faster and faster until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was just able to nod my head quickly around Harry’s member and then I felt my orgasm approach me. And just as the first spurts of come coated my hand, I felt Harry’s cock in my mouth twitch and the familiar taste of his come started settling on my tongue.
“Fuuuuuuuuck … Doug!” Harry screamed as he released his load in my mouth while I let out a long moan around his length, coming for the second time that night.
I made sure to lick Harry absolutely clean, savouring his taste on my tongue, before I let his spent penis slip out of my lips. I then moved upwards his body until our lips met so he could taste himself in my mouth.
He broke our kiss, taking my hand into his, licking each drop of my come from my fingers, before he pulled me close, letting me collapse next to him, spooning up to me. He stretched out his arm over my waist, making me see my name on there again. I brought my own arm down as well, resting it right underneath, his name now right next to mine, before I entwined our fingers lazily.
“Happy anniversary, babe.” Harry whispered, “I love you.”
“Harry anniversary. I love you too.” was all that left my lips before I fell into a deep satisfied sleep.
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
The End
Comments are appreciated. Muchly this time.
A/N 2: Song used was Placebo's 'Every you, Every me'
A/N 3: And .. totally random but I was hoping you guys can help me. I wanna make a CD for a friend but I'm missing a few songs which I can't seem to find anywhere. So if any of you have them, a download link (sendspace, megaupload) would be muchly appreciated. Songs are
"Drugs don't work" - The Verve (or Richard Ashcroft, I'm not too sure)
"About you now" - Sugababes
"Bubbly" - Colbie Caillat (or however she writes her name)
"Foundations" - Kate Nash
"Hot" - Avril Lavigne
"Gold Digger" - Kanye West + Jamie Foxx
"Like you" - Ciara + Lil Bow Wow
"Unwritten" + "Soul Mate" - Natasha Beddingfield
the first single of Elliot Minor .. the name has completely escaped me :-/
Thank youuuuuuuuu!