HP, BW/NL, All I Want Is You Chapter 2, NC-17
Author: Eeyore9990
Title: All I Want Is You, Chapter 2
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Slash, PWP, Smutty smut, Tugging of hair (yeah, baby!)
Link to: Chapter 1
beta'd by knightmare! She is perfect. Don't waste your time reading this, go read hers. :D
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Not even a little bit.
Bill was stretched out on the bed, hands stacked behind his head and a lazy grin on his face as he watched Neville chew thoughtfully on his bottom lip. Shining amber eyes catalogued his body, lingering every once in a while on their journey.
"Anything I can help you with?" Bill asked.
"Nope, just planning my attack," Neville replied, sudden humour sparking in his gaze.
"Ah. Carry on, then." Bill relaxed back into the pillow, closing his eyes as he waited for Neville to muster up the courage to actually start touching him. They'd been sitting here talking after their second round of lovemaking, and Neville had announced his desire to do "wicked" things to Bill. That had been about ten minutes ago and Neville had yet to touch him.
Neville felt like a kid in a candy store. His problem wasn't that he was unsure of what to do, it was merely that he wanted to do everything at once! He was having trouble deciding where to start, which hidden crevice he wanted to taste, which freckle to explore. Finally, he decided to start at the top and work his way down.
"Flip over," he commanded, blushing slightly at his tone. Bill's eyes cracked open and the small, teasing grin he'd been wearing bloomed into a beautiful smile. How anyone could make the simple act of rolling over sexy and sensuous, Neville didn't know, but he definitely enjoyed watching the show.
Bill felt Neville toss one leg over his upper body, straddling his back but not resting his whole weight on it, for which he and his lungs were grateful. Hands came down on his shoulders, smoothing up along the back of his neck and finally into his hair, where Neville massaged his scalp and ran his long fingers through the strands.
Neville watched the deep auburn hair slide against the paleness of his hands, luxuriating in the silky texture. Digging his fingers in, he allowed himself a moment to imagine the hair wrapped around his cock, the individual strands tangling around him. After several moments he began to feel light headed, and realized he'd been so busy memorizing the sensations of Bill's hair against his skin he'd forgotten to breathe. Dragging in a shaky breath, he noticed a spot just behind Bill's right ear. It was a heart shaped freckle and Neville was simply unable to resist it.
Bill, already extremely aroused from having his hair played with, moaned when he felt the touch of a tongue behind his ear. His moan turned to a gasp as the fingers in his hair clenched, pulling on it and heightening the sensations. Holy hell, but that was the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. And this was only the beginning.
After taking a moment to kiss his first uncovered freckle, Neville buried his face in Bill's hair, breathing in the scent. Garnering confidence from his lover's previous reactions, he tugged on the locks slightly, enjoying the way Bill's breathing turned ragged.
"Harder," Bill choked out, straining forward a bit to increase the pressure on his scalp.
With an almost vicious tug that had Bill screaming his name, Neville turned his attentions to the long column of neck bared to him. Leaning forward, he smoothed his tongue over the long muscle that ran the length before bowing to his desires and sinking his teeth into it. Bill bucked, nearly causing Neville to lose his balance, hand still tangled in Bill's hair. A whimpering moan escaped Bill's lips as Neville tugged harder yet on his hair in his attempts to hold himself steady.
"Neville, gods, stop a minute. I won't last if you..." Bill sucked in a harsh breath as Neville released his flesh, soothing it with his tongue.
"I'm sorry," Neville whispered when he saw the damage he'd done with his teeth. The marks were deep, not enough to draw blood, but just this side of it. He hadn't realized how hard he was biting, as overcome with passion as he'd been.
"Oh, no. Don't be sorry. Don't you dare be sorry. I was just...you're pushing all my buttons, and I want to last for this. So don't apologize. Don't ever apologize for giving me pleasure." Bill twisted his upper body, reaching around behind him to drag Neville over and down for a passionate, heated kiss.
Pulling back, Neville licked along his lips, catching the lingering traces of Bill's taste on his tongue. He watched as Bill imitated the gesture, his gaze lingering on the full lips made shiny. "Later," he promised hoarsely. Seeing the question in Bill's eyes, he elaborated, "I'm going to get to your lips later. For now, I'm going to find everything else, every secret your body has to offer. Every place I can touch that makes you catch your breath, I'll find it. If you like to have your hips licked, I'll know it. If your feet are so sensitive that it causes you to come when I breathe on them, I'll remember that for future reference. Now lay back down. I have some exploring to do."
Dropping a last kiss on those plump lips, he pushed on Bill's shoulders, urging the redhead back onto his stomach before he resumed his position straddling the broad back. He drew his short nails down the pale skin of Bill's back, watching the muscles leap under his hands and red streaks make an appearance. With a smile, he lowered his head and licked and sucked along the small wounds, drawing sounds of pleasure from the man under him.
Scooting down until he was sitting on Bills upper thighs, he gasped as his own cock rubbed along the valley between Bill's arse cheeks. He gripped Bill's hips, squeezing slightly until he had himself under control once more. As he squeezed, though, Bill undulated against him, obviously enjoying the pressure.
"Shh," he whispered, smoothing his hands back up Bill's sides and circling toward the middle. He lightly tripped his fingers down the indent where his spine lay, before he leaned forward and laved the hollow spaces with his tongue.
Bill tossed his head back, loving the sensations created by Neville's wicked tongue as he kissed and licked his way down his back, making occasional forays to nip at his ribs or lightly run the edge of his teeth over the slightly ticklish spot at his waist.
As Neville drew his tongue slowly down Bill's back, he committed to memory the noises his lover was making, and lingered at areas that drew the most groans. When he reached the very small of Bill's back and had nowhere else to go besides the globes of Bill's arse, he gave a gentle nip at the hollow indent there. As he did so, he heard Bill's breath catch, felt him thrust into the bed and shudder.
With a low growl, Bill pleaded, "More." He was riding on such a high from the sensations Neville was pulling from his ultra-responsive body, that he could barely recall his own name.
Neville, lost in a cloud of pure lust, snapped back to himself at the throaty request. He'd been revelling in Bill's taste and scent, overcome with the sounds ripping from that beautiful throat. Realizing now that Bill was teetering on the cusp of orgasm, he slowly reached up, winding his fingers back into the shoulder length hair, giving a fierce tug right as he scraped his teeth against that spot again. And that was all it took for Bill; he came, shouting his pleasure into the pillow he held bunched under his head.
Bill lay there after he finished pouring himself into the sheets, muscles quivering, barely able to breathe, wondering at the power Neville had to make him lose control of himself in such a way. When he could finally breathe properly, he realized that Neville was resting his forehead on the curve of his arse, gently kissing the tops of his thighs, rolling his head from side to side to give each equal treatment. He grabbed for his wand with a shaky hand, whispering a quick cleaning spell on the sheets, before twisting to view the enticing picture of Neville drawing designs on the back of his left thigh with his wicked little tongue.
"Nev," he groaned, drawing glazed amber eyes to his own. "Come here."
Neville languidly raised himself to his hands and knees and crawled up to collapse, stretched out, next to Bill. Bill rolled to his side, lifting his hand to smooth it along Neville's unshaven cheek. The scratch of stubble under his hand set the nerve endings in his palm tingling.
Their kiss this time was sweet and gentle, more about lingering lips and slowly mating tongues. Bill broke the kiss to nibble along Neville's jaw line, moving purposely to his ear. "Your turn," he breathed before licking along the outer rim, drawing a shiver from the brunet.
"I wasn't done," Neville protested weakly.
"Later. You can drive me insane again later. Now it's your turn."
TBC
Link to: Part 3
Title: All I Want Is You, Chapter 2
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Bill Weasley/Neville Longbottom
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Slash, PWP, Smutty smut, Tugging of hair (yeah, baby!)
Link to: Chapter 1
beta'd by knightmare! She is perfect. Don't waste your time reading this, go read hers. :D
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Not even a little bit.
Bill was stretched out on the bed, hands stacked behind his head and a lazy grin on his face as he watched Neville chew thoughtfully on his bottom lip. Shining amber eyes catalogued his body, lingering every once in a while on their journey.
"Anything I can help you with?" Bill asked.
"Nope, just planning my attack," Neville replied, sudden humour sparking in his gaze.
"Ah. Carry on, then." Bill relaxed back into the pillow, closing his eyes as he waited for Neville to muster up the courage to actually start touching him. They'd been sitting here talking after their second round of lovemaking, and Neville had announced his desire to do "wicked" things to Bill. That had been about ten minutes ago and Neville had yet to touch him.
Neville felt like a kid in a candy store. His problem wasn't that he was unsure of what to do, it was merely that he wanted to do everything at once! He was having trouble deciding where to start, which hidden crevice he wanted to taste, which freckle to explore. Finally, he decided to start at the top and work his way down.
"Flip over," he commanded, blushing slightly at his tone. Bill's eyes cracked open and the small, teasing grin he'd been wearing bloomed into a beautiful smile. How anyone could make the simple act of rolling over sexy and sensuous, Neville didn't know, but he definitely enjoyed watching the show.
Bill felt Neville toss one leg over his upper body, straddling his back but not resting his whole weight on it, for which he and his lungs were grateful. Hands came down on his shoulders, smoothing up along the back of his neck and finally into his hair, where Neville massaged his scalp and ran his long fingers through the strands.
Neville watched the deep auburn hair slide against the paleness of his hands, luxuriating in the silky texture. Digging his fingers in, he allowed himself a moment to imagine the hair wrapped around his cock, the individual strands tangling around him. After several moments he began to feel light headed, and realized he'd been so busy memorizing the sensations of Bill's hair against his skin he'd forgotten to breathe. Dragging in a shaky breath, he noticed a spot just behind Bill's right ear. It was a heart shaped freckle and Neville was simply unable to resist it.
Bill, already extremely aroused from having his hair played with, moaned when he felt the touch of a tongue behind his ear. His moan turned to a gasp as the fingers in his hair clenched, pulling on it and heightening the sensations. Holy hell, but that was the most erotic thing he'd ever felt. And this was only the beginning.
After taking a moment to kiss his first uncovered freckle, Neville buried his face in Bill's hair, breathing in the scent. Garnering confidence from his lover's previous reactions, he tugged on the locks slightly, enjoying the way Bill's breathing turned ragged.
"Harder," Bill choked out, straining forward a bit to increase the pressure on his scalp.
With an almost vicious tug that had Bill screaming his name, Neville turned his attentions to the long column of neck bared to him. Leaning forward, he smoothed his tongue over the long muscle that ran the length before bowing to his desires and sinking his teeth into it. Bill bucked, nearly causing Neville to lose his balance, hand still tangled in Bill's hair. A whimpering moan escaped Bill's lips as Neville tugged harder yet on his hair in his attempts to hold himself steady.
"Neville, gods, stop a minute. I won't last if you..." Bill sucked in a harsh breath as Neville released his flesh, soothing it with his tongue.
"I'm sorry," Neville whispered when he saw the damage he'd done with his teeth. The marks were deep, not enough to draw blood, but just this side of it. He hadn't realized how hard he was biting, as overcome with passion as he'd been.
"Oh, no. Don't be sorry. Don't you dare be sorry. I was just...you're pushing all my buttons, and I want to last for this. So don't apologize. Don't ever apologize for giving me pleasure." Bill twisted his upper body, reaching around behind him to drag Neville over and down for a passionate, heated kiss.
Pulling back, Neville licked along his lips, catching the lingering traces of Bill's taste on his tongue. He watched as Bill imitated the gesture, his gaze lingering on the full lips made shiny. "Later," he promised hoarsely. Seeing the question in Bill's eyes, he elaborated, "I'm going to get to your lips later. For now, I'm going to find everything else, every secret your body has to offer. Every place I can touch that makes you catch your breath, I'll find it. If you like to have your hips licked, I'll know it. If your feet are so sensitive that it causes you to come when I breathe on them, I'll remember that for future reference. Now lay back down. I have some exploring to do."
Dropping a last kiss on those plump lips, he pushed on Bill's shoulders, urging the redhead back onto his stomach before he resumed his position straddling the broad back. He drew his short nails down the pale skin of Bill's back, watching the muscles leap under his hands and red streaks make an appearance. With a smile, he lowered his head and licked and sucked along the small wounds, drawing sounds of pleasure from the man under him.
Scooting down until he was sitting on Bills upper thighs, he gasped as his own cock rubbed along the valley between Bill's arse cheeks. He gripped Bill's hips, squeezing slightly until he had himself under control once more. As he squeezed, though, Bill undulated against him, obviously enjoying the pressure.
"Shh," he whispered, smoothing his hands back up Bill's sides and circling toward the middle. He lightly tripped his fingers down the indent where his spine lay, before he leaned forward and laved the hollow spaces with his tongue.
Bill tossed his head back, loving the sensations created by Neville's wicked tongue as he kissed and licked his way down his back, making occasional forays to nip at his ribs or lightly run the edge of his teeth over the slightly ticklish spot at his waist.
As Neville drew his tongue slowly down Bill's back, he committed to memory the noises his lover was making, and lingered at areas that drew the most groans. When he reached the very small of Bill's back and had nowhere else to go besides the globes of Bill's arse, he gave a gentle nip at the hollow indent there. As he did so, he heard Bill's breath catch, felt him thrust into the bed and shudder.
With a low growl, Bill pleaded, "More." He was riding on such a high from the sensations Neville was pulling from his ultra-responsive body, that he could barely recall his own name.
Neville, lost in a cloud of pure lust, snapped back to himself at the throaty request. He'd been revelling in Bill's taste and scent, overcome with the sounds ripping from that beautiful throat. Realizing now that Bill was teetering on the cusp of orgasm, he slowly reached up, winding his fingers back into the shoulder length hair, giving a fierce tug right as he scraped his teeth against that spot again. And that was all it took for Bill; he came, shouting his pleasure into the pillow he held bunched under his head.
Bill lay there after he finished pouring himself into the sheets, muscles quivering, barely able to breathe, wondering at the power Neville had to make him lose control of himself in such a way. When he could finally breathe properly, he realized that Neville was resting his forehead on the curve of his arse, gently kissing the tops of his thighs, rolling his head from side to side to give each equal treatment. He grabbed for his wand with a shaky hand, whispering a quick cleaning spell on the sheets, before twisting to view the enticing picture of Neville drawing designs on the back of his left thigh with his wicked little tongue.
"Nev," he groaned, drawing glazed amber eyes to his own. "Come here."
Neville languidly raised himself to his hands and knees and crawled up to collapse, stretched out, next to Bill. Bill rolled to his side, lifting his hand to smooth it along Neville's unshaven cheek. The scratch of stubble under his hand set the nerve endings in his palm tingling.
Their kiss this time was sweet and gentle, more about lingering lips and slowly mating tongues. Bill broke the kiss to nibble along Neville's jaw line, moving purposely to his ear. "Your turn," he breathed before licking along the outer rim, drawing a shiver from the brunet.
"I wasn't done," Neville protested weakly.
"Later. You can drive me insane again later. Now it's your turn."
TBC
Link to: Part 3