Last 600 words of Reunion
All right here is the climax of Reunion a Harry/Neville slash story written for nevillosity. The first 10,000 words are here.
"Lie still, then," Neville whispered, arranging his naked weight on top of Harry's body. "Let me love you," he begged. He kissed at Harry's ear while running one hand through Harry's damp mop of hair, and the other down Harry's arm. "Let me do the work."
Tears streamed out of his eyes as he kissed his way down Harry's neck, around his collar bone, and down his chest to finally fasten on a dark brown nipple. He prayed to Merlin and Morganna, to all muggle gods and goddesses, to somehow help him heal his broken Harry. He kissed and dragged his teeth along Harry's sunken abdomen. Harry gasped when he dipped his tongue into his navel. Neville felt Harry's hand slide into his hair when he dragged his tongue in a long slick lick down the length of Harry's cock. Harry groaned and moved restlessly in answer.
Neville sat up and straddled Harry's thighs as he applied oil to Harry's cock, gripping it in his fist and running it slowly up and down. Green eyes, half closed, regarded him. Then, holding Harry's cock, he guided it into himself, slowly lowering his ass over his Harry. He couldn't help the grimace of pain.
"You didn't -! Let me stretch you!" Harry grabbed at Neville's hips but it was too late, he was fully sheathed.
Neville put a hand over Harry's mouth, but remained upright. "Not a word," he hissed as his anus began to adjust. "Not one goddam word." And then he began to move and let his hands fall away as his head fell back in ecstasy. He settled into a rhythm then looked down at Harry. "I'm riding you like I want to ride you." He leaned forward and his hands clutched at Harry's pectorals. "Don't. You. Move."
He rolled his hips forward, up, and back, slowly, repeatedly. They panted in unison. Then, as Harry's breath began to quicken, so did Neville's pace. He felt Harry jerk within him and under him.
"Oh!" Harry said. "Oh!" he said again. Then he screamed Neville's name. And Neville knew an awful truth about himself. He would never, ever, ever, ever, ever, let Harry go again. He'd die before he let that happen. He'd kill before he let that happen.
He caught Harry's hand as it tried to grasp his needy cock. "Not yet," he murmured, dragging Harry's hands above his head on the bed. He leaned down for a kiss, and Harry's head rose to meet him. Oh, the sweet joy of Harry's tongue entwining with his own. And gods, the sensations of Harry's wet sloppy wanton perfect kiss. Harry tried to speak and Neville kissed him. He tried to say something else, and Neville kissed him again. Neville kissed him short and long, with lips and tongue, silent and humming, until Harry laughed and the jerk of his stomach pulled his cock up and into action again, and then they were fucking again, so naturally, seamlessly. Continuously fucking and laughing and smiling and kissing and licking and now Neville allowed Harry's hand to find his cock, to grasp and squeeze and tug it, until they both screamed their lover's name.
Neville, nearly passed out from the intensity of his orgasm, of having Harry inside him. So it took a moment before he realized that Harry was whispering to him. Was, in fact clutching him tightly and crying, "Never let me go. Never let me go. Never let me go."
"Yes, love," he sighed in answer, snaking his arms underneath Harry to hold him tight, laying his head against Harry's chest, wrapping his legs around Harry's. "I'll never let you go."
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"Lie still, then," Neville whispered, arranging his naked weight on top of Harry's body. "Let me love you," he begged. He kissed at Harry's ear while running one hand through Harry's damp mop of hair, and the other down Harry's arm. "Let me do the work."
Tears streamed out of his eyes as he kissed his way down Harry's neck, around his collar bone, and down his chest to finally fasten on a dark brown nipple. He prayed to Merlin and Morganna, to all muggle gods and goddesses, to somehow help him heal his broken Harry. He kissed and dragged his teeth along Harry's sunken abdomen. Harry gasped when he dipped his tongue into his navel. Neville felt Harry's hand slide into his hair when he dragged his tongue in a long slick lick down the length of Harry's cock. Harry groaned and moved restlessly in answer.
Neville sat up and straddled Harry's thighs as he applied oil to Harry's cock, gripping it in his fist and running it slowly up and down. Green eyes, half closed, regarded him. Then, holding Harry's cock, he guided it into himself, slowly lowering his ass over his Harry. He couldn't help the grimace of pain.
"You didn't -! Let me stretch you!" Harry grabbed at Neville's hips but it was too late, he was fully sheathed.
Neville put a hand over Harry's mouth, but remained upright. "Not a word," he hissed as his anus began to adjust. "Not one goddam word." And then he began to move and let his hands fall away as his head fell back in ecstasy. He settled into a rhythm then looked down at Harry. "I'm riding you like I want to ride you." He leaned forward and his hands clutched at Harry's pectorals. "Don't. You. Move."
He rolled his hips forward, up, and back, slowly, repeatedly. They panted in unison. Then, as Harry's breath began to quicken, so did Neville's pace. He felt Harry jerk within him and under him.
"Oh!" Harry said. "Oh!" he said again. Then he screamed Neville's name. And Neville knew an awful truth about himself. He would never, ever, ever, ever, ever, let Harry go again. He'd die before he let that happen. He'd kill before he let that happen.
He caught Harry's hand as it tried to grasp his needy cock. "Not yet," he murmured, dragging Harry's hands above his head on the bed. He leaned down for a kiss, and Harry's head rose to meet him. Oh, the sweet joy of Harry's tongue entwining with his own. And gods, the sensations of Harry's wet sloppy wanton perfect kiss. Harry tried to speak and Neville kissed him. He tried to say something else, and Neville kissed him again. Neville kissed him short and long, with lips and tongue, silent and humming, until Harry laughed and the jerk of his stomach pulled his cock up and into action again, and then they were fucking again, so naturally, seamlessly. Continuously fucking and laughing and smiling and kissing and licking and now Neville allowed Harry's hand to find his cock, to grasp and squeeze and tug it, until they both screamed their lover's name.
Neville, nearly passed out from the intensity of his orgasm, of having Harry inside him. So it took a moment before he realized that Harry was whispering to him. Was, in fact clutching him tightly and crying, "Never let me go. Never let me go. Never let me go."
"Yes, love," he sighed in answer, snaking his arms underneath Harry to hold him tight, laying his head against Harry's chest, wrapping his legs around Harry's. "I'll never let you go."
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