Fic: 'What Neville Did' 1/10 KS/NL NC17
Title - What Neville Did
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady Thank you!
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1100
Characters/Pairings - Kingsley/Neville
Warnings - Highlight for warnings *Adult Language, Slash, Sex, Shower!Sex,*
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Neville and Kingsley make the ultimate commitment to each other - they go into business together
Author's Notes - This fic is told using the prompts from my 10_themes table, which can be found here
Thank you to suntzu_s, who gave invaluable insight into Neville's character *hugs*
Prompt 6 - Shower!Sex
Neville kept his eyes squeezed shut as he soaped his hair; not wanting to get the shampoo in them and have to deal with puffy eyes on top of everything else. Working his fingers through his soaking hair, Neville dipped his head back under the spray to rinse away the soap. He groaned as he felt the rush of cold air from the door opening, and turned to face Kingsley. "You know we have two bathrooms, right?"
Rolling one shoulder easily, Kingsley nodded and leant in to kiss Neville, the hot water running down his back. He pulled back and kept one arm around Neville's waist as the other fumbled for the shower gel. "I know, but it's more fun this way."
Neville smiled, and shook his head in mock-exasperation. He'd known as soon as Kingsley had gotten into the shower, and it had been confirmed when the taller man's erection had pressed into Neville's abdomen as they kissed, that he would not be leaving the bathroom unsatisfied. That was why he always bought plenty of pH-balanced shower gel…
"Turn around, let me see that pretty little arse."
Moving obligingly, Neville turned in the shower and braced himself against the tiles, smiling as Kingsley muttered a friction spell on the damp ceramic to give them both a little grip and prevent any accidents. He moaned as Kingsley's skilful fingers glided down his hip, over the faint love handles that Neville had never really cared to diet away, and over his flat, but not toned, stomach. There were many teasing, loving touches as Kingsley's lips worked at Neville's neck, knowing every spot to make the brunette squirm and whimper.
It didn’t take long - it never did - for Neville's cock to spring to attention under Kingsley's ministrations, and Neville watched in tireless awe as large, strong hands took his cock so gently, wrapping flushed pink in chocolate brown and stroking him, adding the little flick at the end that always had Neville's head lolling back as he growled in pleasure. "Kings… Kingsley, please… we don't have time…"
Sucking the lobe of Neville's ear into his mouth, Kingsley nipped the soft flesh before releasing it, his tongue flicking the shell of Neville's ear as he spoke, "There's always time for me and you, always."
Unable, and unwilling, to complain or repel his lover, Neville offered no resistance when Kingsley's hand slipped to his knee, urging his foot up onto the ledge and opening Neville up to Kingsley's whims. Those whims came almost immediately; knowing fingers sliding between Neville's buttocks and finding his entrance, ghosting touches over the sensitive flesh before Kingsley squeezed some of the shower gel onto his hand and began spreading it over Neville.
Satisfied that there was enough lubrication, Kingsley worked two fingers inside Neville, flexing them as best he could while simultaneously sucking the brunette's shoulder and fondling his cock. The younger man had a point; they didn't have much time, and Kingsley pulled his fingers out after a few more jabs, wiping the rest of the sticky substance on his cock and lining himself up. Resting his foot up next to Neville's, Kingsley leant one hand on the wall and thrust into welcoming heat, his other hand still tight around Neville's cock as he buried himself and listened to their moans bounce off the walls.
Though he couldn't thrust deep, he could move fast, and Kingsley set up a bruising rhythm that Neville met as best he could. His hand squeezed and stroked in counterpoint to his thrusts, and when one hand moved from the wall, Kingsley knew Neville was pinching and plucking at his nipples. That meant the brunette was close, and scant seconds later the brunette was grunting as he came, clenching around Kingsley as he trembled and shook. Kingsley lasted a few moments longer before he released inside Neville, painting the brunette in the most primal way, and sinking his teeth into Neville's neck.
As he let go of Neville, stepping away and under the spray when he was sure he wouldn't lose his balance, Kingsley admired the sight of the brunette before Neville too moved and ducked back under the water.
"A love bite? How will that look to the estate agent?"
Shrugging, Kingsley moved his hand over the blossoming red mark, whispering the words of a healing spell and watching the skin return to its normal colour, the indentations his teeth had made smoothing over. "As long as you pay him, I doubt he'll care."
Neville nodded and stepped out of the shower. Every time his thoughts got too close to their morning meeting, he felt nerves well up in his stomach. When the war was won, he'd received a sum of money from the Ministry, a thanks for fighting in the war and helping as he did. He'd put the money in the bank and forgotten about it; getting on with his life and falling in love, all the while letting the money accumulate interest.
At a loss for what to do with his life, he'd taken a number of part-time jobs before finally quitting work and taking stock of his life. He and Kingsley had talked long and hard, and when Neville had suggested that he might like to run a business, Kingsley had been all for it. The older man had handed in his notice, wanting to go in with Neville and make it something that was theirs, which they could be proud of.
And finally, at nine thirty that morning, they would sign the deeds on a small shop in Diagon Alley, which would be theirs to fix up, to name, and to stock with every sweet they thought would sell.
Neville hadn't realised how much he wanted to run a sweet shop until the idea had occurred to him, and then it had taken him with such force that anything else was out of the question.
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Watching Kingsley sign the contract made Neville go all squishy inside. This man loved him so much he was prepared to go into business with Neville, on top of sharing his house, his bed, and his life. It continually amazed Neville how lucky he'd been to find Kingsley, and he made a silent vow to thank the older man suitably later that evening.
Taking the quill held out to him, Neville added his name to the line next to Kingsley's and smiled happily. This little shop, and all the adventures that would come with it, was theirs.
He couldn't wait.
Chapter Two of Ten - What Neville Did In The Bus Shelter
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - potion_lady Thank you!
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~1100
Characters/Pairings - Kingsley/Neville
Warnings - Highlight for warnings *Adult Language, Slash, Sex, Shower!Sex,*
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Neville and Kingsley make the ultimate commitment to each other - they go into business together
Author's Notes - This fic is told using the prompts from my 10_themes table, which can be found here
Thank you to suntzu_s, who gave invaluable insight into Neville's character *hugs*
Prompt 6 - Shower!Sex
Neville kept his eyes squeezed shut as he soaped his hair; not wanting to get the shampoo in them and have to deal with puffy eyes on top of everything else. Working his fingers through his soaking hair, Neville dipped his head back under the spray to rinse away the soap. He groaned as he felt the rush of cold air from the door opening, and turned to face Kingsley. "You know we have two bathrooms, right?"
Rolling one shoulder easily, Kingsley nodded and leant in to kiss Neville, the hot water running down his back. He pulled back and kept one arm around Neville's waist as the other fumbled for the shower gel. "I know, but it's more fun this way."
Neville smiled, and shook his head in mock-exasperation. He'd known as soon as Kingsley had gotten into the shower, and it had been confirmed when the taller man's erection had pressed into Neville's abdomen as they kissed, that he would not be leaving the bathroom unsatisfied. That was why he always bought plenty of pH-balanced shower gel…
"Turn around, let me see that pretty little arse."
Moving obligingly, Neville turned in the shower and braced himself against the tiles, smiling as Kingsley muttered a friction spell on the damp ceramic to give them both a little grip and prevent any accidents. He moaned as Kingsley's skilful fingers glided down his hip, over the faint love handles that Neville had never really cared to diet away, and over his flat, but not toned, stomach. There were many teasing, loving touches as Kingsley's lips worked at Neville's neck, knowing every spot to make the brunette squirm and whimper.
It didn’t take long - it never did - for Neville's cock to spring to attention under Kingsley's ministrations, and Neville watched in tireless awe as large, strong hands took his cock so gently, wrapping flushed pink in chocolate brown and stroking him, adding the little flick at the end that always had Neville's head lolling back as he growled in pleasure. "Kings… Kingsley, please… we don't have time…"
Sucking the lobe of Neville's ear into his mouth, Kingsley nipped the soft flesh before releasing it, his tongue flicking the shell of Neville's ear as he spoke, "There's always time for me and you, always."
Unable, and unwilling, to complain or repel his lover, Neville offered no resistance when Kingsley's hand slipped to his knee, urging his foot up onto the ledge and opening Neville up to Kingsley's whims. Those whims came almost immediately; knowing fingers sliding between Neville's buttocks and finding his entrance, ghosting touches over the sensitive flesh before Kingsley squeezed some of the shower gel onto his hand and began spreading it over Neville.
Satisfied that there was enough lubrication, Kingsley worked two fingers inside Neville, flexing them as best he could while simultaneously sucking the brunette's shoulder and fondling his cock. The younger man had a point; they didn't have much time, and Kingsley pulled his fingers out after a few more jabs, wiping the rest of the sticky substance on his cock and lining himself up. Resting his foot up next to Neville's, Kingsley leant one hand on the wall and thrust into welcoming heat, his other hand still tight around Neville's cock as he buried himself and listened to their moans bounce off the walls.
Though he couldn't thrust deep, he could move fast, and Kingsley set up a bruising rhythm that Neville met as best he could. His hand squeezed and stroked in counterpoint to his thrusts, and when one hand moved from the wall, Kingsley knew Neville was pinching and plucking at his nipples. That meant the brunette was close, and scant seconds later the brunette was grunting as he came, clenching around Kingsley as he trembled and shook. Kingsley lasted a few moments longer before he released inside Neville, painting the brunette in the most primal way, and sinking his teeth into Neville's neck.
As he let go of Neville, stepping away and under the spray when he was sure he wouldn't lose his balance, Kingsley admired the sight of the brunette before Neville too moved and ducked back under the water.
"A love bite? How will that look to the estate agent?"
Shrugging, Kingsley moved his hand over the blossoming red mark, whispering the words of a healing spell and watching the skin return to its normal colour, the indentations his teeth had made smoothing over. "As long as you pay him, I doubt he'll care."
Neville nodded and stepped out of the shower. Every time his thoughts got too close to their morning meeting, he felt nerves well up in his stomach. When the war was won, he'd received a sum of money from the Ministry, a thanks for fighting in the war and helping as he did. He'd put the money in the bank and forgotten about it; getting on with his life and falling in love, all the while letting the money accumulate interest.
At a loss for what to do with his life, he'd taken a number of part-time jobs before finally quitting work and taking stock of his life. He and Kingsley had talked long and hard, and when Neville had suggested that he might like to run a business, Kingsley had been all for it. The older man had handed in his notice, wanting to go in with Neville and make it something that was theirs, which they could be proud of.
And finally, at nine thirty that morning, they would sign the deeds on a small shop in Diagon Alley, which would be theirs to fix up, to name, and to stock with every sweet they thought would sell.
Neville hadn't realised how much he wanted to run a sweet shop until the idea had occurred to him, and then it had taken him with such force that anything else was out of the question.
~~~~~~~~~~
Watching Kingsley sign the contract made Neville go all squishy inside. This man loved him so much he was prepared to go into business with Neville, on top of sharing his house, his bed, and his life. It continually amazed Neville how lucky he'd been to find Kingsley, and he made a silent vow to thank the older man suitably later that evening.
Taking the quill held out to him, Neville added his name to the line next to Kingsley's and smiled happily. This little shop, and all the adventures that would come with it, was theirs.
He couldn't wait.
Chapter Two of Ten - What Neville Did In The Bus Shelter