[fic] Naked Chess
Title: Naked Chess (for shiv5468 )
Fandom: HP
Pairing: HG/SS/LM
Rating: M
Summary: Total PWP, title says it all.
Warning: Blatant abuse of chess board and pieces. And not in the way you think.
Word Count: <1k
Complete: Yes.
Hermione tried to watch the chess board but Severus was making it very difficult for her to pay attention. Lucius watched her intently as her eyelids started to drift shut.
"Severus," she crooned, reaching a hand back to touch his bare thigh. "You're aiding the enemy."
"Nonsense," he muttered against her skin, nibbling on the junction of her neck and her shoulder. One hand held her hair back, the other threaded under her arm to tease and caress the curve of her breast.
Lucius purred at the sight, his prick beginning to rise to the occasion. "Well, it does give me somewhat of an advantage."
"Yes, but you're distracting me as well." She shivered as he pinched her nipple.
Lucius looked back to the board, quickly moving his queen to take her bishop. "Your move."
"Oh you bastard," she hissed as Severus moved away. Her eyes tracked him as he slid off the bed and circled around to kneel between Malfoy's thighs.
"Oh this isn't fair at all," Lucius groaned as Severus kissed down his chest, his hands taking the blond's rampant cock in his grasp. "Oh fuck."
Hermione whimpered as Severus bent his head, letting the tip of his tongue touch the glistening wet flesh at the crown. Lucius echoed the sound, shifting slightly to give him better room.
Severus glanced up at her and said, "It's your go. Check in two moves." And then he bent his head to his task, making Lucius swear like a longshoreman.
Hermione tried to pay attention to the board, but her hand had slipped to her lap as she watched Severus' head going up and down. Lucius' hand gripped the back of his dark head, guiding him. Her hand shook as she tried to compute the possible threats. After a long moment, she reached out a hand and let it hover over the board. Her eyes fixed on the two men, locked together now, listening to the hitching of Lucius' breath. She waited until just the right moment.
"Oh yes, I see it now." She moved the piece, grinning like the Devil himself. "Your go."
Lucius cried out in frustration as Severus moved away. "You bastard," he growled.
Severus grinned as he circled the bed again, this time grabbing Hermione by an ankle and tugging her toward him. "Just trying to be fair," he said. "Now turn over for me, wench."
Hermione squeaked, grabbing at the duvet cover as he flipped her onto her stomach. She kicked feebly as he pulled her legs off the bed just enough that her arse was presented most prettily. "Can you still see the board?"
She propped herself on her elbows, thinking a sharp swat or two would clear her mind. "Oh yes, this works."
Lucius leaned forward to tug the board to him, one hand absent mindedly stroking his slick cock. "Right, what mistake did you make?"
Severus lay a kiss on her hip and then rose behind her, nudging her thighs apart. "Severus, not fair!" He pressed a hand in the small of her back and took himself in hand, guiding himself along her slick centre. "Oh Merlin, that's so cheating!"
"Nonsense," he groaned. "Now concentrate on your game."
She gasped as he slid home, pressing back with her hands, sealing her body tight against his. "Fuck the game."
Lucius made a strangled noise as well, watching her eyes flicker and close, watching her breasts sway as Severus began to stroke in earnest. The wet slap of his hips against her arse, the animalistic grunts he was given to when he was fucking her, made it impossible to focus. So he tipped the board off the bed. Pieces scattered everywhere as he moved to kneel in front of her, his hand on his cock. "Hermione, please," he hissed.
She opened her eyes, and smirked up at him. "Say it again." She touched his hip, drew him closer, her breathing ragged.
"Please, use your mouth."
"Beg me."
"Please, I beg you, finish me with your mouth, ah fucking hell yes!"
She took him in, giving just enough slack so that the rocking motion of her body carried her along his length. She suckled and moaned as Lucius wove his hands in her hair.
Severus laughed as his friend's head fell back. He thought now was a good time to up the stakes, quickening his pace to a hard driving frenzy, pounding into her now. He could hear the little high pitched gasps she was making, knew he was driving her closer and closer, and his own body was straining towards perfection.
"Malfoy," he grunted.
"Not now, Severus." Malfoy's hair hung down around his face and he was breathing like a runner at the end of a marathon.
"Now," Severus growled, and gave Hermione no choice in the matter, knowing exactly how to move and make her dissolve into a shuddering, whimpering bundle of pleasure blinded nerve endings.
Her cries drove Lucius over the edge and he shouted obscenities at the ceiling, trying not to choke her as he exploded in the back of her throat. Severus heard her laugh, heard her gasp and curse, and laugh again, and knew he could join them, his hips jerking and stuttering as he thrust deep into the heat of her body.
After a long sweet, intense glide, Hermione rolled over and pulled the darker man down on top of her, kissing him soundly.
"Fuck, Severus," Malfoy whinged. "Can't you ever let us finish a game. Just once?"
Fandom: HP
Pairing: HG/SS/LM
Rating: M
Summary: Total PWP, title says it all.
Warning: Blatant abuse of chess board and pieces. And not in the way you think.
Word Count: <1k
Complete: Yes.
Hermione tried to watch the chess board but Severus was making it very difficult for her to pay attention. Lucius watched her intently as her eyelids started to drift shut.
"Severus," she crooned, reaching a hand back to touch his bare thigh. "You're aiding the enemy."
"Nonsense," he muttered against her skin, nibbling on the junction of her neck and her shoulder. One hand held her hair back, the other threaded under her arm to tease and caress the curve of her breast.
Lucius purred at the sight, his prick beginning to rise to the occasion. "Well, it does give me somewhat of an advantage."
"Yes, but you're distracting me as well." She shivered as he pinched her nipple.
Lucius looked back to the board, quickly moving his queen to take her bishop. "Your move."
"Oh you bastard," she hissed as Severus moved away. Her eyes tracked him as he slid off the bed and circled around to kneel between Malfoy's thighs.
"Oh this isn't fair at all," Lucius groaned as Severus kissed down his chest, his hands taking the blond's rampant cock in his grasp. "Oh fuck."
Hermione whimpered as Severus bent his head, letting the tip of his tongue touch the glistening wet flesh at the crown. Lucius echoed the sound, shifting slightly to give him better room.
Severus glanced up at her and said, "It's your go. Check in two moves." And then he bent his head to his task, making Lucius swear like a longshoreman.
Hermione tried to pay attention to the board, but her hand had slipped to her lap as she watched Severus' head going up and down. Lucius' hand gripped the back of his dark head, guiding him. Her hand shook as she tried to compute the possible threats. After a long moment, she reached out a hand and let it hover over the board. Her eyes fixed on the two men, locked together now, listening to the hitching of Lucius' breath. She waited until just the right moment.
"Oh yes, I see it now." She moved the piece, grinning like the Devil himself. "Your go."
Lucius cried out in frustration as Severus moved away. "You bastard," he growled.
Severus grinned as he circled the bed again, this time grabbing Hermione by an ankle and tugging her toward him. "Just trying to be fair," he said. "Now turn over for me, wench."
Hermione squeaked, grabbing at the duvet cover as he flipped her onto her stomach. She kicked feebly as he pulled her legs off the bed just enough that her arse was presented most prettily. "Can you still see the board?"
She propped herself on her elbows, thinking a sharp swat or two would clear her mind. "Oh yes, this works."
Lucius leaned forward to tug the board to him, one hand absent mindedly stroking his slick cock. "Right, what mistake did you make?"
Severus lay a kiss on her hip and then rose behind her, nudging her thighs apart. "Severus, not fair!" He pressed a hand in the small of her back and took himself in hand, guiding himself along her slick centre. "Oh Merlin, that's so cheating!"
"Nonsense," he groaned. "Now concentrate on your game."
She gasped as he slid home, pressing back with her hands, sealing her body tight against his. "Fuck the game."
Lucius made a strangled noise as well, watching her eyes flicker and close, watching her breasts sway as Severus began to stroke in earnest. The wet slap of his hips against her arse, the animalistic grunts he was given to when he was fucking her, made it impossible to focus. So he tipped the board off the bed. Pieces scattered everywhere as he moved to kneel in front of her, his hand on his cock. "Hermione, please," he hissed.
She opened her eyes, and smirked up at him. "Say it again." She touched his hip, drew him closer, her breathing ragged.
"Please, use your mouth."
"Beg me."
"Please, I beg you, finish me with your mouth, ah fucking hell yes!"
She took him in, giving just enough slack so that the rocking motion of her body carried her along his length. She suckled and moaned as Lucius wove his hands in her hair.
Severus laughed as his friend's head fell back. He thought now was a good time to up the stakes, quickening his pace to a hard driving frenzy, pounding into her now. He could hear the little high pitched gasps she was making, knew he was driving her closer and closer, and his own body was straining towards perfection.
"Malfoy," he grunted.
"Not now, Severus." Malfoy's hair hung down around his face and he was breathing like a runner at the end of a marathon.
"Now," Severus growled, and gave Hermione no choice in the matter, knowing exactly how to move and make her dissolve into a shuddering, whimpering bundle of pleasure blinded nerve endings.
Her cries drove Lucius over the edge and he shouted obscenities at the ceiling, trying not to choke her as he exploded in the back of her throat. Severus heard her laugh, heard her gasp and curse, and laugh again, and knew he could join them, his hips jerking and stuttering as he thrust deep into the heat of her body.
After a long sweet, intense glide, Hermione rolled over and pulled the darker man down on top of her, kissing him soundly.
"Fuck, Severus," Malfoy whinged. "Can't you ever let us finish a game. Just once?"