FIC: The Tartness of Pomegranates
Title: The Tartness of Pomegranates
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Fadl
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Brother/Brother incest, underage (both teenagers)
Length: ~3000 words
Summary: His brother is as beautiful as a houri.
And Fadl does not care if, in thinking this, he blasphemes: already the soft, sensuous veils of sin have wrapt themselves about his brain in the form of a heady, dark and rich date wine.
For now, Jaffar, upon a drunken whim, has availed himself of all their sister's finery and made himself female.
A/N: Exactly what it says on the tin. A young, horny Jaffar drags it up for the first time; Fadl goes wild. A missing scene from the Rosesverse, but can be read as a standalone.
(That's it, Fadl decides: he has waited long enough. With a moan, he pounces Jaffar, thrusting his tongue into his mouth; with a whorish eagerness, Jaffar but spreads his legs underneath him and pours his own moans into Fadl's mouth in turn. With his under-drawers still around his knees, Jaffar bends himself double, allowing Fadl to enter him with great ease; indeed, he has prepared himself so well that Fadl meets very little resistance as he begins to dip the head of his cock into Jaffar's arse. By God, what has he been stretching himself with, training himself with? Or have other men been taking him? Fadl now wonders, a sharp sting of jealousy now making him thrust into Jaffar just hard enough to make him cry out in pain. However, as Jaffar but smirks underneath him, spreading his buttocks with his hands, squeezing his arse so that it kisses Fadl's prick in greeting, Fadl's thoughts are scattered into the six directions.
"Take me," Jaffar lisps; "take my cunny, master," he simpers, inciting Fadl into a fury.
Roaring, Fadl begins to thrust in earnest, making Jaffar whimper underneath him, his body stiffening as Fadl forces his way inside of it; his jewellery rattles loudly as Fadl begins to pound him, and friction be damned. They're both going to be so sore tomorrow, but the way Jaffar now mewls at Fadl, staring into his eyes--oh, like hell is he going to stop now to get more oil. Besides, Jaffar loves being taken like this, loves being handled roughly, his silks ripping as he claws at Fadl's back so that he can feel his nails even through his tunic; already Fadl is drenched with sweat but he doesn't care about that, either. Jaffar feels so good, smells so good, so incredibly soft and sweet underneath him and around him, his imitation of a girl perfect; the silks rumpled between them even hide Jaffar's erection from Fadl so that if he closes his eyes, the illusion is complete.
Yet, Jaffar is loud, as he always is when he is being taken; even if Fadl's brain has taken residence in his balls he still worries Dunya will hear them any moment. Jaffar is screaming his ear off, and he is not much quieter himself; with a low whimper, Fadl falls on top of Jaffar, his toes twitching as he desperately tries to stay still.
"She'll hear!" they cry into each other's shoulders simultaneously.
At that, Jaffar bursts into laughter, his earrings jangling. "Cover my mouth, and I'll cover yours," he says and clasps his palm over Fadl's lips.
"Fuck!" Fadl cries into Jaffar's palm, thrusting into him with force: never in his life has he been as thrilled, never has his prick been as hard as it is now, red-hot as he rams himself into his brother's flesh. Oh, but the way he can now scream freely into Jaffar's hand, Jaffar now doing the same into his with a wide-eyed, maniacal delight--the complete and utter freedom Fadl now has to wail out his abandon sends shock upon shock of pleasure through his body with every scream, all of him now so sensitised, so excited all the hair on his body stands on end. Each and every one of his thrusts now becomes as a lightning bolt, his entire body trembling as he throws himself into his brother's tight, molten, silken heat over and over; underneath him, Jaffar screams into his hand, red-faced, his kohl smeared around his watering eyes.)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Fadl
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Brother/Brother incest, underage (both teenagers)
Length: ~3000 words
Summary: His brother is as beautiful as a houri.
And Fadl does not care if, in thinking this, he blasphemes: already the soft, sensuous veils of sin have wrapt themselves about his brain in the form of a heady, dark and rich date wine.
For now, Jaffar, upon a drunken whim, has availed himself of all their sister's finery and made himself female.
A/N: Exactly what it says on the tin. A young, horny Jaffar drags it up for the first time; Fadl goes wild. A missing scene from the Rosesverse, but can be read as a standalone.
(That's it, Fadl decides: he has waited long enough. With a moan, he pounces Jaffar, thrusting his tongue into his mouth; with a whorish eagerness, Jaffar but spreads his legs underneath him and pours his own moans into Fadl's mouth in turn. With his under-drawers still around his knees, Jaffar bends himself double, allowing Fadl to enter him with great ease; indeed, he has prepared himself so well that Fadl meets very little resistance as he begins to dip the head of his cock into Jaffar's arse. By God, what has he been stretching himself with, training himself with? Or have other men been taking him? Fadl now wonders, a sharp sting of jealousy now making him thrust into Jaffar just hard enough to make him cry out in pain. However, as Jaffar but smirks underneath him, spreading his buttocks with his hands, squeezing his arse so that it kisses Fadl's prick in greeting, Fadl's thoughts are scattered into the six directions.
"Take me," Jaffar lisps; "take my cunny, master," he simpers, inciting Fadl into a fury.
Roaring, Fadl begins to thrust in earnest, making Jaffar whimper underneath him, his body stiffening as Fadl forces his way inside of it; his jewellery rattles loudly as Fadl begins to pound him, and friction be damned. They're both going to be so sore tomorrow, but the way Jaffar now mewls at Fadl, staring into his eyes--oh, like hell is he going to stop now to get more oil. Besides, Jaffar loves being taken like this, loves being handled roughly, his silks ripping as he claws at Fadl's back so that he can feel his nails even through his tunic; already Fadl is drenched with sweat but he doesn't care about that, either. Jaffar feels so good, smells so good, so incredibly soft and sweet underneath him and around him, his imitation of a girl perfect; the silks rumpled between them even hide Jaffar's erection from Fadl so that if he closes his eyes, the illusion is complete.
Yet, Jaffar is loud, as he always is when he is being taken; even if Fadl's brain has taken residence in his balls he still worries Dunya will hear them any moment. Jaffar is screaming his ear off, and he is not much quieter himself; with a low whimper, Fadl falls on top of Jaffar, his toes twitching as he desperately tries to stay still.
"She'll hear!" they cry into each other's shoulders simultaneously.
At that, Jaffar bursts into laughter, his earrings jangling. "Cover my mouth, and I'll cover yours," he says and clasps his palm over Fadl's lips.
"Fuck!" Fadl cries into Jaffar's palm, thrusting into him with force: never in his life has he been as thrilled, never has his prick been as hard as it is now, red-hot as he rams himself into his brother's flesh. Oh, but the way he can now scream freely into Jaffar's hand, Jaffar now doing the same into his with a wide-eyed, maniacal delight--the complete and utter freedom Fadl now has to wail out his abandon sends shock upon shock of pleasure through his body with every scream, all of him now so sensitised, so excited all the hair on his body stands on end. Each and every one of his thrusts now becomes as a lightning bolt, his entire body trembling as he throws himself into his brother's tight, molten, silken heat over and over; underneath him, Jaffar screams into his hand, red-faced, his kohl smeared around his watering eyes.)