51. PROPOSITION (NC-17) BY IAMSHADOW
Title: Proposition
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 975
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language. Boysex. That about covers it.
Summary: One night, one bed, two young men.
A/N: This is the second to last chapter. The final chapter will go up on Wednesday.
You may wish to refresh your memory before reading this chapter. ( 47. Meditation in particular is important.)
The Teapot 'verse Series
Chapter List HERE
Future Fics HERE
Teapot Cookie Fics HERE
In the middle of the night, one week in late August, both Harry and I stir awake at the same time. What starts out as mostly-asleep repositioning progresses to semi-conscious snuggling, nuzzling and touching and more…
There’s a dreamy, other-worldly quality to the way we tumble into the familiar motions. It’s an effort to hold my eyes open at all, and my limbs are full of that heavy, early morning clumsiness, but my cock is wide awake and straining at the thin fabric of my boxers as I rub it back and forth, tantalisingly slowly, against Harry’s thigh. His palm is on my hip, his fingers cupping the curve of my arse, not pulling me closer, just resting there with reassuring firmness while his tongue explores my mouth.
I trail my fingers up and down the length of his spine, enjoying the little shivers he makes and the goose bumps that rise on his skin despite the warmth of the night. Every now and then I let my fingertips dip below the waistband, and I relish the little huff of air that escapes his lungs, and the forward jerk his hips give. I keep doing it until he whines against my mouth “Fucking tease!” in a voice that’s cracked and ragged from sleep and lust. He bites down on my lip just hard enough to make me jump, then I laugh breathlessly at his frustration.
“You want more, you’ll have to take these off then, won’t you?” I say, plucking at the cotton boxers.
“You first,” he growls, and by the time they’re down to my knees he’s got his hand around my cock, squeezing it firmly from root to tip in a practiced, perfect motion that makes me swear and thrust. Half a dozen strokes, no more, but it’s enough to leave me panting.
He wriggles and kicks his boxers off, then lies back and watches as I do the same. His nipples are erect and lickable, and I move down the bed a little to more easily suckle them. Neither of us are sleepy now. His breath rushes in and out, and his fingers card my hair. Whenever they catch in a tangle, I add a scrape of teeth to the sucking, and he gasps.
“Up,” I murmur, patting his thigh, and he hooks his leg high around my waist. His breaths accelerate, and he presses a series of quick kisses to the top of my head in his excitement.
I reach out and grab my wand, and perform a couple of Charms; privacy, lubrication. We haven’t used the Protective charm in a while. When we got properly tested at St. Mungo’s and the Mediwitch confirmed that we were in a monogamous relationship, she told us that it wasn’t necessary now unless we changed partners or invited another person into our sexual relationship. As she easily looked about McGonagall’s age, we’d blushed and stammered and nodded a lot.
Over the month or so since Harry’s meltdown, things have changed between us. I think Harry’s aware of it; I know I certainly am, and no more so than when we’re in bed together, like this. While before I always waited for him to lead, now, particularly in the early stages of sex he seems to invite me in subtle ways to make the moves myself. Not with words, but with gasps and sighs and a new eagerness to submit that both thrills me and frightens me with the level of trust it implies.
Harry is flushed and breathing rapidly as my fingertip drifts back and forth, in a steady line from tailbone to scrotum. It’s not long before he’s making needy little noises, culminating in a long, satisfied moan when I press two slick fingers inside him, right to the knuckles. He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath that I take to be appreciative when he bends his head forwards to kiss the top of my head hard, all chin and nose and tooth. I suck the closest nipple firmly, and his heel digs into my spine as his body flexes.
I finger him slowly. When I tilt my head to watch his face, his mouth is immediately on mine; his tongue insistent, his kisses demanding. His lips are red and plump from the kissing, and because he keeps worrying the lower one with his teeth. I imagine them wrapped around my cock, and grow harder still. I bend my head to bite a nipple gently, just to hear the sound he makes.
“Fuck...” Harry moans. His hands tug at my hair, and I duck down to nibble the other.
He’s rocking his hips, fucking himself on my fingers. Any moment now, I’ll kiss my way down his chest and his stomach to swallow his cock and suck his orgasm from him. And then we’ll swap, and he’ll make me beg and squirm and come, and I’ll mentally thank everyone and thing I can think of for the gift of being alive, and wrapped up in him. At least, that’s what usually happens.
Harry’s hand moves from my hair down to my shoulder, and he pushes me over, flat on my back. He moves with me, and now he’s straddling my waist, still moving on my fingers rhythmically. My cock, heavy and hot, twitches of its own accord against my belly. I reach for it with my other hand, but Harry grabs my wrist and shakes his head firmly. Dropping it, he curls forward, planting both hands on the bed, to kiss my lips.
“I want you inside me,” he pants. “I want you to fuck me.”
Harry’s eyes are dark and wild, but his voice is as firm and steady as he can make it. He clenches around my fingers, and my cock gives a dangerous throb.
“Please,” he whispers. “Please. Say yes.”
<- 50. Family c@r
52. Genesis ->
Author: iamshadow
Ship: Ron/Harry
Word Count: 975
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language. Boysex. That about covers it.
Summary: One night, one bed, two young men.
A/N: This is the second to last chapter. The final chapter will go up on Wednesday.
You may wish to refresh your memory before reading this chapter. ( 47. Meditation in particular is important.)
The Teapot 'verse Series
Chapter List HERE
Future Fics HERE
Teapot Cookie Fics HERE
In the middle of the night, one week in late August, both Harry and I stir awake at the same time. What starts out as mostly-asleep repositioning progresses to semi-conscious snuggling, nuzzling and touching and more…
There’s a dreamy, other-worldly quality to the way we tumble into the familiar motions. It’s an effort to hold my eyes open at all, and my limbs are full of that heavy, early morning clumsiness, but my cock is wide awake and straining at the thin fabric of my boxers as I rub it back and forth, tantalisingly slowly, against Harry’s thigh. His palm is on my hip, his fingers cupping the curve of my arse, not pulling me closer, just resting there with reassuring firmness while his tongue explores my mouth.
I trail my fingers up and down the length of his spine, enjoying the little shivers he makes and the goose bumps that rise on his skin despite the warmth of the night. Every now and then I let my fingertips dip below the waistband, and I relish the little huff of air that escapes his lungs, and the forward jerk his hips give. I keep doing it until he whines against my mouth “Fucking tease!” in a voice that’s cracked and ragged from sleep and lust. He bites down on my lip just hard enough to make me jump, then I laugh breathlessly at his frustration.
“You want more, you’ll have to take these off then, won’t you?” I say, plucking at the cotton boxers.
“You first,” he growls, and by the time they’re down to my knees he’s got his hand around my cock, squeezing it firmly from root to tip in a practiced, perfect motion that makes me swear and thrust. Half a dozen strokes, no more, but it’s enough to leave me panting.
He wriggles and kicks his boxers off, then lies back and watches as I do the same. His nipples are erect and lickable, and I move down the bed a little to more easily suckle them. Neither of us are sleepy now. His breath rushes in and out, and his fingers card my hair. Whenever they catch in a tangle, I add a scrape of teeth to the sucking, and he gasps.
“Up,” I murmur, patting his thigh, and he hooks his leg high around my waist. His breaths accelerate, and he presses a series of quick kisses to the top of my head in his excitement.
I reach out and grab my wand, and perform a couple of Charms; privacy, lubrication. We haven’t used the Protective charm in a while. When we got properly tested at St. Mungo’s and the Mediwitch confirmed that we were in a monogamous relationship, she told us that it wasn’t necessary now unless we changed partners or invited another person into our sexual relationship. As she easily looked about McGonagall’s age, we’d blushed and stammered and nodded a lot.
Over the month or so since Harry’s meltdown, things have changed between us. I think Harry’s aware of it; I know I certainly am, and no more so than when we’re in bed together, like this. While before I always waited for him to lead, now, particularly in the early stages of sex he seems to invite me in subtle ways to make the moves myself. Not with words, but with gasps and sighs and a new eagerness to submit that both thrills me and frightens me with the level of trust it implies.
Harry is flushed and breathing rapidly as my fingertip drifts back and forth, in a steady line from tailbone to scrotum. It’s not long before he’s making needy little noises, culminating in a long, satisfied moan when I press two slick fingers inside him, right to the knuckles. He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath that I take to be appreciative when he bends his head forwards to kiss the top of my head hard, all chin and nose and tooth. I suck the closest nipple firmly, and his heel digs into my spine as his body flexes.
I finger him slowly. When I tilt my head to watch his face, his mouth is immediately on mine; his tongue insistent, his kisses demanding. His lips are red and plump from the kissing, and because he keeps worrying the lower one with his teeth. I imagine them wrapped around my cock, and grow harder still. I bend my head to bite a nipple gently, just to hear the sound he makes.
“Fuck...” Harry moans. His hands tug at my hair, and I duck down to nibble the other.
He’s rocking his hips, fucking himself on my fingers. Any moment now, I’ll kiss my way down his chest and his stomach to swallow his cock and suck his orgasm from him. And then we’ll swap, and he’ll make me beg and squirm and come, and I’ll mentally thank everyone and thing I can think of for the gift of being alive, and wrapped up in him. At least, that’s what usually happens.
Harry’s hand moves from my hair down to my shoulder, and he pushes me over, flat on my back. He moves with me, and now he’s straddling my waist, still moving on my fingers rhythmically. My cock, heavy and hot, twitches of its own accord against my belly. I reach for it with my other hand, but Harry grabs my wrist and shakes his head firmly. Dropping it, he curls forward, planting both hands on the bed, to kiss my lips.
“I want you inside me,” he pants. “I want you to fuck me.”
Harry’s eyes are dark and wild, but his voice is as firm and steady as he can make it. He clenches around my fingers, and my cock gives a dangerous throb.
“Please,” he whispers. “Please. Say yes.”
<- 50. Family c@r
52. Genesis ->