Fic: Never Enough (Harry/Blaise)
TITLE: Never Enough
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Sweeping his eyes quickly across the room, Harry did a quick check for any lingering students, but as promised, there was only one boy out of bed - Blaise sat in the armchair closest to the fire.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Harry/Blaise)
STATUS: Complete - 300 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for week 130 @ sortinghatdrabs. It won runner up :)
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The dungeons were always dark and quiet after midnight. Stopping alongside the unmarked expanse of stone that formed the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Harry leaned forward and whispered the password, standing back as the stone slid open to admit him.
Sweeping his eyes quickly across the room, Harry did a quick check for any lingering students, but as promised, there was only one boy out of bed - Blaise sat in the armchair closest to the fire.
Crossing the room, Harry leaned over the back of his chair and rested his lips next to Blaise’s ear.
“Hi,” he whispered.
*
Harry slid a hand underneath Blaise shirt, a light dusting of hair teasing his fingers. Blaise’s smile shifted into a full-blown, come-hither enticement, as hunger turned his dark eyes black.
No words were needed.
Tripping over books, Harry led Blaise further into the shadows of the common room. Hidden in the corner, Blaise pressed him against the wall, hot breath fluttering over Harry’s jaw.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Blaise whispered, hands working furiously to strip off Harry’s belt and unbutton his pants. Harry pressed his cock into Blaise’s hand, rocking his hips, desperate for more contact.
*
Harry awakened just enough to feel Blaise’s arse pressed firmly against his groin. He pushed his hips forward, reacting on autopilot as opposed to desperate desire. Lightly grasping Blaise’s cock, he stroked it gently into full erection.
“I wondered if you’d get any sleep,” came Blaise’s tired voice.
“It’s kind of hard to sleep in the snake den,” Harry replied lightly, his lips brushing over the nape of Blaise’s neck. “I have to go soon.”
“Mmm,” Blaise rolled over lazily, sliding a hand across Harry’s hip. “Not yet.”
Harry laughed lightly. “I’ve been here all night.”
“That’s never long enough.”
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Sweeping his eyes quickly across the room, Harry did a quick check for any lingering students, but as promised, there was only one boy out of bed - Blaise sat in the armchair closest to the fire.
FANDOM: Harry Potter (Harry/Blaise)
STATUS: Complete - 300 words
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for week 130 @ sortinghatdrabs. It won runner up :)
***
The dungeons were always dark and quiet after midnight. Stopping alongside the unmarked expanse of stone that formed the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Harry leaned forward and whispered the password, standing back as the stone slid open to admit him.
Sweeping his eyes quickly across the room, Harry did a quick check for any lingering students, but as promised, there was only one boy out of bed - Blaise sat in the armchair closest to the fire.
Crossing the room, Harry leaned over the back of his chair and rested his lips next to Blaise’s ear.
“Hi,” he whispered.
*
Harry slid a hand underneath Blaise shirt, a light dusting of hair teasing his fingers. Blaise’s smile shifted into a full-blown, come-hither enticement, as hunger turned his dark eyes black.
No words were needed.
Tripping over books, Harry led Blaise further into the shadows of the common room. Hidden in the corner, Blaise pressed him against the wall, hot breath fluttering over Harry’s jaw.
“Been thinking about you all day,” Blaise whispered, hands working furiously to strip off Harry’s belt and unbutton his pants. Harry pressed his cock into Blaise’s hand, rocking his hips, desperate for more contact.
*
Harry awakened just enough to feel Blaise’s arse pressed firmly against his groin. He pushed his hips forward, reacting on autopilot as opposed to desperate desire. Lightly grasping Blaise’s cock, he stroked it gently into full erection.
“I wondered if you’d get any sleep,” came Blaise’s tired voice.
“It’s kind of hard to sleep in the snake den,” Harry replied lightly, his lips brushing over the nape of Blaise’s neck. “I have to go soon.”
“Mmm,” Blaise rolled over lazily, sliding a hand across Harry’s hip. “Not yet.”
Harry laughed lightly. “I’ve been here all night.”
“That’s never long enough.”