HINABN, "Dragon Dreamer," {...}/Hanna, NC-17
Written to go with Pocky's art: link Just a quick little toss-off fic. Probably kinda predictable to those of you who know my stuff; whatever. I still liked writing it.
On another note: I feel I should apologize to myself and every other person who saw How To Train Your Dragon and loved it. I mean really. Really. I'm so, so sorry. Except not. At all.
Dragon Dreamer
by mistr3ss Quickly
It's the fault of the movie Hanna borrowed from the library, a children's movie about dragons, more entertaining than Norbert was expecting and cuter than any movie really should be. Probably his own fault as well, kind of, a little bit - but really, he couldn't resist folding Hanna into a hug when the oh-god-cute of the movie moved Hanna to tears. Couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Hanna's ridiculous hair when Hanna sniffled something about too old for this, gnee and reached for a tissue.
He loves Hanna, after all. Everything about him, including his tendency to get all weepy over happy endings and cute animals (except perhaps salamanders. He'd rather Hanna develop a desire to never go near salamanders again).
And really, fault shouldn't be assigned when nothing terrible has happened, nothing more terrible than Hanna waking up laughing and recounting the dream he had, which would probably bring a blush to Norbert's cheeks if he had, y'know, flowing blood (or any blood at all, he's pretty sure it's all embalming fluid under his skin).
"No but really, it was awesome," Hanna says around a mouthful of egg and toast. "You were flying around, just like a dragon, and you were going really fast." Another bite. "It was awesome."
He's said that many times. Norbert isn't sure he agrees. Flying sounds dangerous, in general, and where he's carried Hanna many, many times (usually after Hanna has done something Stupid, Dangerous, and Otherwise Not A Good Idea), he's always done so with Hanna tucked safely against his chest, his own two feet firmly on the ground.
Even if he could fly, he'd never do it with Hanna. Not unless Hanna learned some self-preservation first, and maybe let him install seatbelts. The dragon in the movie had seatbelts attached, and if the straps were made of black leather they'd go well enough with his coat, and -
Hanna's hand, waving in front of his face, makes him jump. Gets him grinned at, Hanna chuckling a little.
"You were miles away," he says.
"Sorry," Norbert says. "Just thinking."
"About flying?" Hanna wants to know.
Norbert shrugs. Catches Hanna's hand and kisses each knuckle, just for the ridiculously happy look it earns him. "Something like that," he says.
Hanna beams at him. "Awesome," he says.
~*~*~*~
He's still beaming later that day when he settles in Alexei's lap, flushed and trembling already, cock slick and dripping where Alexei's worked him up (only a bit, despite Hanna's insistence that he's a damn tease). He makes a soft gnee! of pleasure when Alexei angles him and thrusts up, rubbing against his prostate. Grips Alexei's shoulders hard enough that Alexei doesn't hesitate to push up into him again.
"Oh god, Alexei, yes," he gasps when Alexei gets a firm grip on his hips and holds him still, grinding up into him just right. "That's really - oh god, more I'm gonna come ..."
Too fast as always, but Alexei doesn't mind, never has. He leans in and kisses Hanna on the neck, sucks lightly when Hanna shivers and keens and tightens around him. Thrusts faster when Hanna whimpers and clings to him, lifting both of them a few inches off the cushions when Hanna clamps down around him, close-close-close-there, semen smearing warm and slippery between them, Hanna's cry of pleasure loud in the tiny apartment.
"Ngh, good, god," Hanna breathes, going a bit limp in Alexei's arms, warm and sated as Alexei eases him down, arranging him on the sofa in a spill of limps and bright red hair. "Lemme - ngh - you didn't - I want to touch -"
- hand already wrapped around Alexei's erection.
They kiss while he strokes Alexei, not the most coordinated kisses but good all the same, Hanna breathless and sated, Alexei aroused and distracted, his hips pushing forward into Hanna's hand, more insistent as he reaches for completion. He has to pull away from the kiss when Hanna twists his hand, handling him more roughly, exactly what he needs to push him over. He pushes himself up and thrusts forward into Hanna's grip, eyes closed and head tipped back, body tensing in on itself for the short, hot seconds before orgasm takes him, Hanna moaning softly under him as he bucks and rides it out, collapsing carefully on top of his lover once he can breathe again.
He doesn't - can't - sleep, but the hazy afterglow is close to what he thinks sleep is probably like, completely relaxing and comfortable and calm. Which means he's only half paying attention when Hanna chuckles softly into his hair, only half-hears him when he says nothing like my dream.
"Hmm?" he says, pushing himself up enough to kiss Hanna on the forehead.
Hanna smiles up at him, just as sleepy and sated as he should be after a good fuck. "Said 'it was nothing like in my dream,'" he says. A bit of a smirk sneaks into his smile. "Riding you. But it was still good. Felt just like flying."
Alexei blinks at him. "You -" but there are no words for just how inappropriate and wrong it is for Hanna to be comparing a children's movie with having sex on the sofa, so he sighs and shakes his head and kisses Hanna's (now full-blown) smirk instead.
"Love me anyway?" Hanna says.
Alexei nods. Of course he does. "Just don't - don't draw that comparison again," he says. "Please. Ever."
Hanna laughs. "All right, all right, I won't," he says. "Promise."
On another note: I feel I should apologize to myself and every other person who saw How To Train Your Dragon and loved it. I mean really. Really. I'm so, so sorry. Except not. At all.
Dragon Dreamer
by mistr3ss Quickly
It's the fault of the movie Hanna borrowed from the library, a children's movie about dragons, more entertaining than Norbert was expecting and cuter than any movie really should be. Probably his own fault as well, kind of, a little bit - but really, he couldn't resist folding Hanna into a hug when the oh-god-cute of the movie moved Hanna to tears. Couldn't resist pressing a kiss to Hanna's ridiculous hair when Hanna sniffled something about too old for this, gnee and reached for a tissue.
He loves Hanna, after all. Everything about him, including his tendency to get all weepy over happy endings and cute animals (except perhaps salamanders. He'd rather Hanna develop a desire to never go near salamanders again).
And really, fault shouldn't be assigned when nothing terrible has happened, nothing more terrible than Hanna waking up laughing and recounting the dream he had, which would probably bring a blush to Norbert's cheeks if he had, y'know, flowing blood (or any blood at all, he's pretty sure it's all embalming fluid under his skin).
"No but really, it was awesome," Hanna says around a mouthful of egg and toast. "You were flying around, just like a dragon, and you were going really fast." Another bite. "It was awesome."
He's said that many times. Norbert isn't sure he agrees. Flying sounds dangerous, in general, and where he's carried Hanna many, many times (usually after Hanna has done something Stupid, Dangerous, and Otherwise Not A Good Idea), he's always done so with Hanna tucked safely against his chest, his own two feet firmly on the ground.
Even if he could fly, he'd never do it with Hanna. Not unless Hanna learned some self-preservation first, and maybe let him install seatbelts. The dragon in the movie had seatbelts attached, and if the straps were made of black leather they'd go well enough with his coat, and -
Hanna's hand, waving in front of his face, makes him jump. Gets him grinned at, Hanna chuckling a little.
"You were miles away," he says.
"Sorry," Norbert says. "Just thinking."
"About flying?" Hanna wants to know.
Norbert shrugs. Catches Hanna's hand and kisses each knuckle, just for the ridiculously happy look it earns him. "Something like that," he says.
Hanna beams at him. "Awesome," he says.
~*~*~*~
He's still beaming later that day when he settles in Alexei's lap, flushed and trembling already, cock slick and dripping where Alexei's worked him up (only a bit, despite Hanna's insistence that he's a damn tease). He makes a soft gnee! of pleasure when Alexei angles him and thrusts up, rubbing against his prostate. Grips Alexei's shoulders hard enough that Alexei doesn't hesitate to push up into him again.
"Oh god, Alexei, yes," he gasps when Alexei gets a firm grip on his hips and holds him still, grinding up into him just right. "That's really - oh god, more I'm gonna come ..."
Too fast as always, but Alexei doesn't mind, never has. He leans in and kisses Hanna on the neck, sucks lightly when Hanna shivers and keens and tightens around him. Thrusts faster when Hanna whimpers and clings to him, lifting both of them a few inches off the cushions when Hanna clamps down around him, close-close-close-there, semen smearing warm and slippery between them, Hanna's cry of pleasure loud in the tiny apartment.
"Ngh, good, god," Hanna breathes, going a bit limp in Alexei's arms, warm and sated as Alexei eases him down, arranging him on the sofa in a spill of limps and bright red hair. "Lemme - ngh - you didn't - I want to touch -"
- hand already wrapped around Alexei's erection.
They kiss while he strokes Alexei, not the most coordinated kisses but good all the same, Hanna breathless and sated, Alexei aroused and distracted, his hips pushing forward into Hanna's hand, more insistent as he reaches for completion. He has to pull away from the kiss when Hanna twists his hand, handling him more roughly, exactly what he needs to push him over. He pushes himself up and thrusts forward into Hanna's grip, eyes closed and head tipped back, body tensing in on itself for the short, hot seconds before orgasm takes him, Hanna moaning softly under him as he bucks and rides it out, collapsing carefully on top of his lover once he can breathe again.
He doesn't - can't - sleep, but the hazy afterglow is close to what he thinks sleep is probably like, completely relaxing and comfortable and calm. Which means he's only half paying attention when Hanna chuckles softly into his hair, only half-hears him when he says nothing like my dream.
"Hmm?" he says, pushing himself up enough to kiss Hanna on the forehead.
Hanna smiles up at him, just as sleepy and sated as he should be after a good fuck. "Said 'it was nothing like in my dream,'" he says. A bit of a smirk sneaks into his smile. "Riding you. But it was still good. Felt just like flying."
Alexei blinks at him. "You -" but there are no words for just how inappropriate and wrong it is for Hanna to be comparing a children's movie with having sex on the sofa, so he sighs and shakes his head and kisses Hanna's (now full-blown) smirk instead.
"Love me anyway?" Hanna says.
Alexei nods. Of course he does. "Just don't - don't draw that comparison again," he says. "Please. Ever."
Hanna laughs. "All right, all right, I won't," he says. "Promise."