Fic: Slow Road (Harry Dresden/Thomas Raith) Part 5
Title: Slow Road
Author: Sky
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has extremely bad luck when it comes to his love/sex life, especially when there’s a supermodel sex vampire in his apartment 24/7.
Warning: Bordering PWP. Sexuallydistressed!Harry, Oblivious!Thomas, slightly OC. Language. Beware!
Author’s notes: I have random bits of this fic everywhere, so I'll be posting this before part 2, 3 and 4. I wrote this at 3am some time ago and it's just been sitting on my computer, so I thought I'd integrate it into this fic. This is a smex scene. <3
Next morning, I woke up. And it wasn’t a normal waking up either, because there was someone warm and naked buried into my chest. Now normally, that’d be great, as it would to any other guy, but there was something significantly wrong with this particular warmth. For one, I was pinned to the bed with their body sprawled and curled around me (which in other circumstances would be appealing, but I could hardly breathe), 2, the figure was exciting various bits of my body that normally wouldn’t react so… violently, and 3, the body seemed to be male. Another thing that occurred to me was that I couldn’t think properly through all the signals little Harry was sending to my overused brain, and I’m not usually a man that lives life through their cock. This morning, all I could think about was skin that was smooth and delicious and STOP. Focusing my will, I pushed all those thoughts back and concentrated on the warm light flooding the room, which was not only pretty but also served its purpose in lighting everything up.
It's terrible, I know ...
And damn. It was Thomas.
The first reaction was to freak out, run and then get a restraint order, but sadly, it doesn’t always work so smoothly. To get the best freaking-out effect, it’s best to be not attached to the person you’re freaking out about. Also, it’s awfully hard to disentangle yourself from a vampire that insists on grinding on your privates in an altogether erotic way, who is also wrapped around you like an octopus. His arms had wound around my neck, one of his pale legs was somewhere under mine, and so basically we were pressed full body to full body. I was minutely grateful that I’d worn loose sweatpants to bed last night, because oh hell, Thomas wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. I should have put his pants back on last night.
Sheesh. That sounds bad even in my own head.
With a grunt, I tried to push the insistent man off, but gravity has never been on my side. Ever. So ultimately, I ended up more tangled than I began with.
“Thomas.” I said firmly. “This isn’t funny, man. I know you White Court vampires have varying tastes, but I don’t swing that way.”
There was no verbal response, only the grinding became more of a gyrating movement. It was then that I realized something very, very important. He was asleep.
Son of a bitch. I was going to kill him.
I took him by the shoulders and shook him as violently as I possibly could in my current position, but to no effect. And fuck, the effects of the vampire’s little movements were getting to my head. I could feel my cock harden even more in response to them. I was about to relinquish myself to the onslaught when it stopped. Or more accurately, he stopped. Looking down at the mop of black hair nestled against my collarbone, I saw his long lashes bat confusedly albeit tiredly. He looked up at me and I saw that his eyes had gone to a colour bordering silver and white. Those sleepy eyes widened as he registered what was happening, and he disentangled himself from me smoothly, uttering a surprised noise as he fell onto the mattress next to me. He was even paler than usual because of blood loss from that nasty scratch he gained during yesterday’s brawl with the Black Court.
The strange thing is, I was flushed and aroused, even after the sexy vampire moved away from direct contact. Said vampire was breathing laboriously, no doubt controlling his Hunger. When he turned to face me, shamed grey eyes hovered over me before turning away to stare at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” he began. “I could have hurt you and done serious damage.” The bastard was apologizing. Apologizing for making me as hard as a steel rod. It was quite amusing when seen in hindsight. But for some unknown reason, I became extremely pissed off at his response. And thus, I did something utterly irreversible and kissed him. When I say ‘kissed him’, I actually meant that I yanked the tangled blanket from over us onto the ground, climbed on top of him and then kissed him. He jerked away in surprise, a hand going to his lips.
There were no blisters. Which meant that either I didn’t love Susan and he didn’t love Justine, or there was some whacko thing that happens when a vampire and a wizard want to fornicate. Feeling proud of myself for being able to think coherently, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. The vampire was looking with confused lovely grey eyes up at me like the way lost puppies look at you on the street. That look just said ‘take me, take me’, although it was a slightly different meaning in either contexts.
He took his hand away from his mouth and said, “Harry? What are we - mfft!” The humorous muffled noise was made by me practically welding our mouths together. I pulled away breathless.
“Shut the hell up, Thomas.”
“But-” he protested.
“I don’t care. You need energy, and I’m willing to give it to you.” I said, awarding him a savage kiss to prove it. My arms had somehow wound up on either side of his head and my legs between both of his. Anyone will tell you it’s a suggestive position.
Thomas moaned his acquiescence and parted his bare legs further while pulling my body closer to him. He ground up into my, by now, completely steel hard cock and we both groaned. His eyes had turned metallic silver by now, and I could feel my life energy slowly, at a trickling pace, drain. I wondered briefly in my head whether this was such a brilliant Harry Dresden idea, but was cut off when a pale hand grabbed the hem of my sweatpants and yanked them down. They soon disappeared to who-knows-where and then, it was skin on skin.
And hell, it felt great, for lack of a better word. Somewhere in my mind I knew that Thomas was affecting my sex drive through his supermodel sex vampire abilities, but that wasn’t exactly the most prominent thing on my mind. A loud moan drew me from the surprisingly rational train of thought. I took one look at Thomas’s pale, writhing, fucking turned on form and immediately set about finding a suitable lubricant because I didn’t think I could last very long. Abruptly, he grabbed my wandering hand and pushed it down to his entrance.
“I’m already prepared” he whispered in my ear. My head felt dizzy with lust. I pushed one finger slowly into the hole and was rewarded with a groan and a buck of the hips. I pulled and pushed inside him for a little longer before inserting another finger. And right. His ass clenched on them so hard it made me drip with need just thinking about my cock in there.
I nipped and sucked at his neck as I thrust my fingers deeper into that tight cavern. He was panting and made a keening noise as my fingers hit something inside him. His legs wrapped around my waist and he uttered a strangled “Please, Harry.” I looked at him and saw that his eyes were completely white.
That was it. I took my fingers out of his ass and braced myself on my knees, while Thomas’s legs loosened their grip a little. I grabbed my rock hard, bobbing and obscenely dripping cock and guided it into that sweet, slick, puckered entrance. God, so tight…
Thomas gave a strangled yell and dug his nails deep into my back so deep I knew there would be ten crescent shaped marks left there for days. But that wasn’t of much concern, really. I grabbed his hips bruisingly and thrust into that warm heat.
Fuck.
My head felt woozy with desire. My breath and his mingled as I desperately kissed him. My thrusts sped up till I was pounding into him at irregular times.
“Ahh… aaaaahhhh…AH!” and Thomas came with a yell of pleasure, his cum jetting across our bellies.
And god, so tight… tight, slick, hot, godDAMN… fucking… ohgod…… yes… Thomas………
I shot hot cum into that perfect ass and my thrust slowed down until I collapsed on top of Thomas. We both panted in total exhaustion and then I remembered that he needed to breathe, so I rolled onto the bed to his right.
Damn. That was the best sex I’d ever had. And it was with a White Court vampire. Who also happened to be my half-brother.
As he went into a state of replenishing his life energy - in other words meant that he fell into a relaxed sleep curled suggestively comfortably around me, I knew that we had made ourselves a complicated and entirely intimate relationship. Stupid sexy, annoying, lying, cheating, tight-assed half-brother. I’d dug myself in a hole twenty miles deep.
Strange thing is, I didn’t really mind not escaping it.
~o~O~o~
Author: Sky
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has extremely bad luck when it comes to his love/sex life, especially when there’s a supermodel sex vampire in his apartment 24/7.
Warning: Bordering PWP. Sexuallydistressed!Harry, Oblivious!Thomas, slightly OC. Language. Beware!
Author’s notes: I have random bits of this fic everywhere, so I'll be posting this before part 2, 3 and 4. I wrote this at 3am some time ago and it's just been sitting on my computer, so I thought I'd integrate it into this fic. This is a smex scene. <3
Next morning, I woke up. And it wasn’t a normal waking up either, because there was someone warm and naked buried into my chest. Now normally, that’d be great, as it would to any other guy, but there was something significantly wrong with this particular warmth. For one, I was pinned to the bed with their body sprawled and curled around me (which in other circumstances would be appealing, but I could hardly breathe), 2, the figure was exciting various bits of my body that normally wouldn’t react so… violently, and 3, the body seemed to be male. Another thing that occurred to me was that I couldn’t think properly through all the signals little Harry was sending to my overused brain, and I’m not usually a man that lives life through their cock. This morning, all I could think about was skin that was smooth and delicious and STOP. Focusing my will, I pushed all those thoughts back and concentrated on the warm light flooding the room, which was not only pretty but also served its purpose in lighting everything up.
It's terrible, I know ...
And damn. It was Thomas.
The first reaction was to freak out, run and then get a restraint order, but sadly, it doesn’t always work so smoothly. To get the best freaking-out effect, it’s best to be not attached to the person you’re freaking out about. Also, it’s awfully hard to disentangle yourself from a vampire that insists on grinding on your privates in an altogether erotic way, who is also wrapped around you like an octopus. His arms had wound around my neck, one of his pale legs was somewhere under mine, and so basically we were pressed full body to full body. I was minutely grateful that I’d worn loose sweatpants to bed last night, because oh hell, Thomas wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. I should have put his pants back on last night.
Sheesh. That sounds bad even in my own head.
With a grunt, I tried to push the insistent man off, but gravity has never been on my side. Ever. So ultimately, I ended up more tangled than I began with.
“Thomas.” I said firmly. “This isn’t funny, man. I know you White Court vampires have varying tastes, but I don’t swing that way.”
There was no verbal response, only the grinding became more of a gyrating movement. It was then that I realized something very, very important. He was asleep.
Son of a bitch. I was going to kill him.
I took him by the shoulders and shook him as violently as I possibly could in my current position, but to no effect. And fuck, the effects of the vampire’s little movements were getting to my head. I could feel my cock harden even more in response to them. I was about to relinquish myself to the onslaught when it stopped. Or more accurately, he stopped. Looking down at the mop of black hair nestled against my collarbone, I saw his long lashes bat confusedly albeit tiredly. He looked up at me and I saw that his eyes had gone to a colour bordering silver and white. Those sleepy eyes widened as he registered what was happening, and he disentangled himself from me smoothly, uttering a surprised noise as he fell onto the mattress next to me. He was even paler than usual because of blood loss from that nasty scratch he gained during yesterday’s brawl with the Black Court.
The strange thing is, I was flushed and aroused, even after the sexy vampire moved away from direct contact. Said vampire was breathing laboriously, no doubt controlling his Hunger. When he turned to face me, shamed grey eyes hovered over me before turning away to stare at the ceiling.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” he began. “I could have hurt you and done serious damage.” The bastard was apologizing. Apologizing for making me as hard as a steel rod. It was quite amusing when seen in hindsight. But for some unknown reason, I became extremely pissed off at his response. And thus, I did something utterly irreversible and kissed him. When I say ‘kissed him’, I actually meant that I yanked the tangled blanket from over us onto the ground, climbed on top of him and then kissed him. He jerked away in surprise, a hand going to his lips.
There were no blisters. Which meant that either I didn’t love Susan and he didn’t love Justine, or there was some whacko thing that happens when a vampire and a wizard want to fornicate. Feeling proud of myself for being able to think coherently, I gave myself a mental pat on the back. The vampire was looking with confused lovely grey eyes up at me like the way lost puppies look at you on the street. That look just said ‘take me, take me’, although it was a slightly different meaning in either contexts.
He took his hand away from his mouth and said, “Harry? What are we - mfft!” The humorous muffled noise was made by me practically welding our mouths together. I pulled away breathless.
“Shut the hell up, Thomas.”
“But-” he protested.
“I don’t care. You need energy, and I’m willing to give it to you.” I said, awarding him a savage kiss to prove it. My arms had somehow wound up on either side of his head and my legs between both of his. Anyone will tell you it’s a suggestive position.
Thomas moaned his acquiescence and parted his bare legs further while pulling my body closer to him. He ground up into my, by now, completely steel hard cock and we both groaned. His eyes had turned metallic silver by now, and I could feel my life energy slowly, at a trickling pace, drain. I wondered briefly in my head whether this was such a brilliant Harry Dresden idea, but was cut off when a pale hand grabbed the hem of my sweatpants and yanked them down. They soon disappeared to who-knows-where and then, it was skin on skin.
And hell, it felt great, for lack of a better word. Somewhere in my mind I knew that Thomas was affecting my sex drive through his supermodel sex vampire abilities, but that wasn’t exactly the most prominent thing on my mind. A loud moan drew me from the surprisingly rational train of thought. I took one look at Thomas’s pale, writhing, fucking turned on form and immediately set about finding a suitable lubricant because I didn’t think I could last very long. Abruptly, he grabbed my wandering hand and pushed it down to his entrance.
“I’m already prepared” he whispered in my ear. My head felt dizzy with lust. I pushed one finger slowly into the hole and was rewarded with a groan and a buck of the hips. I pulled and pushed inside him for a little longer before inserting another finger. And right. His ass clenched on them so hard it made me drip with need just thinking about my cock in there.
I nipped and sucked at his neck as I thrust my fingers deeper into that tight cavern. He was panting and made a keening noise as my fingers hit something inside him. His legs wrapped around my waist and he uttered a strangled “Please, Harry.” I looked at him and saw that his eyes were completely white.
That was it. I took my fingers out of his ass and braced myself on my knees, while Thomas’s legs loosened their grip a little. I grabbed my rock hard, bobbing and obscenely dripping cock and guided it into that sweet, slick, puckered entrance. God, so tight…
Thomas gave a strangled yell and dug his nails deep into my back so deep I knew there would be ten crescent shaped marks left there for days. But that wasn’t of much concern, really. I grabbed his hips bruisingly and thrust into that warm heat.
Fuck.
My head felt woozy with desire. My breath and his mingled as I desperately kissed him. My thrusts sped up till I was pounding into him at irregular times.
“Ahh… aaaaahhhh…AH!” and Thomas came with a yell of pleasure, his cum jetting across our bellies.
And god, so tight… tight, slick, hot, godDAMN… fucking… ohgod…… yes… Thomas………
I shot hot cum into that perfect ass and my thrust slowed down until I collapsed on top of Thomas. We both panted in total exhaustion and then I remembered that he needed to breathe, so I rolled onto the bed to his right.
Damn. That was the best sex I’d ever had. And it was with a White Court vampire. Who also happened to be my half-brother.
As he went into a state of replenishing his life energy - in other words meant that he fell into a relaxed sleep curled suggestively comfortably around me, I knew that we had made ourselves a complicated and entirely intimate relationship. Stupid sexy, annoying, lying, cheating, tight-assed half-brother. I’d dug myself in a hole twenty miles deep.
Strange thing is, I didn’t really mind not escaping it.
~o~O~o~