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Title: Best Birthday Gift
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None, mistakes are mine alone
Pairing: James/Hugo
Length: ~280
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: Suggestion
Summary: Initial disappointment can lead to surprising satisfaction, especially when it comes to pants.
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #8 Delight from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 30 over at mmom
Happy Birthday dysonrules! Sorry this is a day late, got caught up last night. ♥
Shaking the box, Hugo grinned at Jamie and ripped open the wrapping paper. His birthday had been the day before, and Jamie had given him a respectable amount of presents, promising in a whisper that he'd get his best present today. And with everyone else at the beach and the house to themselves, Hugo's mind was going a mile a minute with ideas of what the gift could be.
Pulling out the pair of underpants, Hugo worked hard not to let his face fall. Since when were underpants even the same sport as best presents, let alone the same league.
"Look, just try them on, and I promise if you hate them I'll take them back."
Jamie always was good at reading Hugo. Standing up undoing his belt, Hugo grinned as Jamie's eyes shot into his hairline - surely Jamie had realised by now that Hugo rarely wore pants when they were getting together. Stepping into the underwear, Hugo pulled it up and snapped the elastic waistband into place. There were slits at the front and the back, and Hugo suppressed a smirk - trust Jamie to go for something cute and practical. The white cotton was patterned with little Golden Snitches, very sweet. He did like patterns on his pants.
"Oh my god!" Looking down, Hugo saw the Snitches fluttering around on the cotton. That bit of magic was fairly standard. The magic that made it feel like a dozen mouths working his cock and arse was far from standard. It was the best wank in the world! "Jamie... fuck me, Jamie!"
"With pleasure. See how useful that second slit is?"
Dropping onto his hands and knees on the floor, Hugo had to agree with Jamie's earlier statement. Best birthday present, ever.
Title: Best Birthday Gift
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: None, mistakes are mine alone
Pairing: James/Hugo
Length: ~280
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: Suggestion
Summary: Initial disappointment can lead to surprising satisfaction, especially when it comes to pants.
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #8 Delight from my 100quills Next Generation Table and Day 30 over at mmom
Happy Birthday dysonrules! Sorry this is a day late, got caught up last night. ♥
Shaking the box, Hugo grinned at Jamie and ripped open the wrapping paper. His birthday had been the day before, and Jamie had given him a respectable amount of presents, promising in a whisper that he'd get his best present today. And with everyone else at the beach and the house to themselves, Hugo's mind was going a mile a minute with ideas of what the gift could be.
Pulling out the pair of underpants, Hugo worked hard not to let his face fall. Since when were underpants even the same sport as best presents, let alone the same league.
"Look, just try them on, and I promise if you hate them I'll take them back."
Jamie always was good at reading Hugo. Standing up undoing his belt, Hugo grinned as Jamie's eyes shot into his hairline - surely Jamie had realised by now that Hugo rarely wore pants when they were getting together. Stepping into the underwear, Hugo pulled it up and snapped the elastic waistband into place. There were slits at the front and the back, and Hugo suppressed a smirk - trust Jamie to go for something cute and practical. The white cotton was patterned with little Golden Snitches, very sweet. He did like patterns on his pants.
"Oh my god!" Looking down, Hugo saw the Snitches fluttering around on the cotton. That bit of magic was fairly standard. The magic that made it feel like a dozen mouths working his cock and arse was far from standard. It was the best wank in the world! "Jamie... fuck me, Jamie!"
"With pleasure. See how useful that second slit is?"
Dropping onto his hands and knees on the floor, Hugo had to agree with Jamie's earlier statement. Best birthday present, ever.