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I get no work done when I spend time chatting online. I rather think that's the point, isn't it?
This is for fiatincantatum, who's character Inir is. She started it by making him all adorable and uncertain. I finished it by driving him insane and then tying him up. Of course, I'm the one who's not getting to bed until after two, but there you have it. Or well, there you have something.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine. Even the one that's not JKR's isn't mine.
"Oh Merlin..." the young man stretched out on the bed groaned, his hands pulling once more at the ties around his wrists.
"No, no, no, you've gotten it wrong again." Ernie grinned, lifting his head away from the well-marked flesh of Inir's thigh. "I'm Ernie, not Merlin."
"Ernie!" It was a cry of frustration, and Inir's hips arched up off the bed as he strained against the restraints.
Ernie had had the Slytherin tied up for almost half an hour and was having fun just torturing him. His fingers roamed Inir's body, dancing along sensitive skin, while his mouth moved from one carefully selected spot to another, leaving distinct marks. He was having the time of his life.
"Mmm, much better. I think that deserves a reward." Smiling to himself Ernie moved his hand to wrap around Inir's cock, and the other man's hips jutted forward. He slowly pulled his fingers along the length a few times, privately thrilled by the cry it elicited.
"Gah! Oh, please! Ernie, please... I want... want..."
"We're going to have to work on your verbalizing," Ernie muttered. His hand stilled, remaining wrapped around Inir but not moving to give him any farther satisfaction. "You want what Inir?"
"Fuck! Ernie!" Again Inir's hips jutted forward, but the ties on his wrists kept him from getting any lift, and Ernie wasn't helping.
"Do you? Well, that's still not very specific. You want to fuck me? You want to be fucked? You want me to fuck off?" His free hand moved up Inir's side and then slid over to tease at his nipple. "Well?"
"Merlin Ernie, when I get free I'm going to..."
And then Ernie's hands were gone and his full weight was against him, pushing Inir down into the bed. "You'll what? Tie me up and fuck my brains out?" He slid his thigh between Inir's legs, pressing down until the other man cried out. "Find a dagger and carve your initials into my thigh? Get me on my knees before you, supplicating, begging you for forgiveness with my mouth on your cock?"
"Oh... Oh... Fuck, Ernie... PLEASE!"
"Please what, Inir? Please suck you off? Please impale myself on you? Please let you go so you can strangle me for doing this to you? Please what?" He had stilled himself again, holding his body away from Inir's, frustrating him even more.
"Fuck, Ernie. Please let me come. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't come. I don't care how, just now!"
Smiling, Ernie lowered himself back onto Inir's body, enjoying the low groan that earned him. "Be still then. You don't care how, so we're doing this my way." His arms wrapped around behind Inir's back, gripping at his shoulders as he started thrusting very slowly and carefully, reveling in the friction and slow burn. Inir started to write underneath him, but Ernie's fingers tensed on his shoulders and he stilled. "My way, remember?" he breathed, but he also increased his speed, pressing forward, panting with each motion.
"You're beautiful, you know?" he said quietly. "I love seeing you stretched out like this, wanting me, needing me... It's intoxicating. I think some day I'm going to tie up you and torment you until you come just from the wanting of it." By now his thrusts were quick and sharp, and Inir's answering movements came more jerkily, his muttered groans were closer to whimpers now..
Rather than continue speaking, Ernie pressed forward one last time and pressed a kiss to the side of Inir's neck, and then turned and bit deeply into the Slytherin's shoulder, and with a cry Inir came, shuddering in his arms, the motion driving Ernie over the edge.
A quiet spell undid the bindings, and Inir's arms slid down to wrap around the Hufflepuff. "You enjoy that way too much," he muttered into Ernie's hair.
"Mmmm... If I enjoy it too much, why do you keep letting me do it?"
"There's a question for the ages."
"Be quiet. I'm trying to sleep." Ernie whispered a second spell to clean the two of them, then snuggled down.
"Heh. Good night."
"I said, quiet."
"Yes sir." Inir was joking when he said it, mostly, and Ernie couldn't help but snicker into the other man's shoulder. Turning his head he kissed the bite on Inir's shoulder, and then closed his eyes and lay back, drifting into sleep.
This is for fiatincantatum, who's character Inir is. She started it by making him all adorable and uncertain. I finished it by driving him insane and then tying him up. Of course, I'm the one who's not getting to bed until after two, but there you have it. Or well, there you have something.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine. Even the one that's not JKR's isn't mine.
"Oh Merlin..." the young man stretched out on the bed groaned, his hands pulling once more at the ties around his wrists.
"No, no, no, you've gotten it wrong again." Ernie grinned, lifting his head away from the well-marked flesh of Inir's thigh. "I'm Ernie, not Merlin."
"Ernie!" It was a cry of frustration, and Inir's hips arched up off the bed as he strained against the restraints.
Ernie had had the Slytherin tied up for almost half an hour and was having fun just torturing him. His fingers roamed Inir's body, dancing along sensitive skin, while his mouth moved from one carefully selected spot to another, leaving distinct marks. He was having the time of his life.
"Mmm, much better. I think that deserves a reward." Smiling to himself Ernie moved his hand to wrap around Inir's cock, and the other man's hips jutted forward. He slowly pulled his fingers along the length a few times, privately thrilled by the cry it elicited.
"Gah! Oh, please! Ernie, please... I want... want..."
"We're going to have to work on your verbalizing," Ernie muttered. His hand stilled, remaining wrapped around Inir but not moving to give him any farther satisfaction. "You want what Inir?"
"Fuck! Ernie!" Again Inir's hips jutted forward, but the ties on his wrists kept him from getting any lift, and Ernie wasn't helping.
"Do you? Well, that's still not very specific. You want to fuck me? You want to be fucked? You want me to fuck off?" His free hand moved up Inir's side and then slid over to tease at his nipple. "Well?"
"Merlin Ernie, when I get free I'm going to..."
And then Ernie's hands were gone and his full weight was against him, pushing Inir down into the bed. "You'll what? Tie me up and fuck my brains out?" He slid his thigh between Inir's legs, pressing down until the other man cried out. "Find a dagger and carve your initials into my thigh? Get me on my knees before you, supplicating, begging you for forgiveness with my mouth on your cock?"
"Oh... Oh... Fuck, Ernie... PLEASE!"
"Please what, Inir? Please suck you off? Please impale myself on you? Please let you go so you can strangle me for doing this to you? Please what?" He had stilled himself again, holding his body away from Inir's, frustrating him even more.
"Fuck, Ernie. Please let me come. I feel like I'm going to die if I don't come. I don't care how, just now!"
Smiling, Ernie lowered himself back onto Inir's body, enjoying the low groan that earned him. "Be still then. You don't care how, so we're doing this my way." His arms wrapped around behind Inir's back, gripping at his shoulders as he started thrusting very slowly and carefully, reveling in the friction and slow burn. Inir started to write underneath him, but Ernie's fingers tensed on his shoulders and he stilled. "My way, remember?" he breathed, but he also increased his speed, pressing forward, panting with each motion.
"You're beautiful, you know?" he said quietly. "I love seeing you stretched out like this, wanting me, needing me... It's intoxicating. I think some day I'm going to tie up you and torment you until you come just from the wanting of it." By now his thrusts were quick and sharp, and Inir's answering movements came more jerkily, his muttered groans were closer to whimpers now..
Rather than continue speaking, Ernie pressed forward one last time and pressed a kiss to the side of Inir's neck, and then turned and bit deeply into the Slytherin's shoulder, and with a cry Inir came, shuddering in his arms, the motion driving Ernie over the edge.
A quiet spell undid the bindings, and Inir's arms slid down to wrap around the Hufflepuff. "You enjoy that way too much," he muttered into Ernie's hair.
"Mmmm... If I enjoy it too much, why do you keep letting me do it?"
"There's a question for the ages."
"Be quiet. I'm trying to sleep." Ernie whispered a second spell to clean the two of them, then snuggled down.
"Heh. Good night."
"I said, quiet."
"Yes sir." Inir was joking when he said it, mostly, and Ernie couldn't help but snicker into the other man's shoulder. Turning his head he kissed the bite on Inir's shoulder, and then closed his eyes and lay back, drifting into sleep.