Fic: Pinch and Pull
Title: Pinch and Pull
Author: wook77
Pairing: H/D and Merryweather/unnamed other
Warnings: Mention of arse hair
Rating: M for Merryweather Sex
Prompt: Revenge at hd_365
Wordcount: 503
Summary: The "porn globe" gets Merryweather more than an eyeful.
A/N: I apologise for the lateness of this. Unbeta'd as I didn't want to be later than I already am. Also - many thanks go to wendy for helping me with how to get revenge on Merryweather.
As Potter moaned and thrashed on the chair with Malfoy on his knees in front of him, Merryweather moaned. This was too much; this orb floating over his head all the time was driving him barmy. He’d been embarrassed, harassed and now, now he couldn’t even be heard by those in charge on his insistence that Potter be removed from his position.
Potter continued to roll his hips while Malfoy held his hips with a white-knuckled grip. Really, did grown men plead like that? passed through his head as he watched Potter mouth pleaseyesthereohlordhelpme. His trousers tightened as Malfoy started to rub himself through his trousers.
When Malfoy opened his trousers, Merryweather mimicked the gesture. When Malfoy pulled his cock loose, palming it tightly, he again mimicked it. Closing his lids, he was still able to watch the show as he laid his head back against the headrest on the chair. It seemed to go on forever but, finally, the show ended as Potter shouted his release, head tossed back and chest heaving. Malfoy was quick to follow, pulling and tugging roughly.
He breathed a sigh, he insisted it was of relief and not disappointment that he hadn’t finished and the show had ended, until the pair morphed into a new pair.
A pair Merryweather was more than familiar with.
It was… it was unthinkable.
It was inconceivable.
It was horrifying.
How had anyone been able to record him that one time he’d experimented. That one time with that one bloke he’d been accosted by months ago. His memory of the event melded into the image in front of him until he could feel the thrust and give of the body over him, around him, in him. He could feel the rough fingers as they breached his body, the sweat of the chest above him dripping down onto his back, the pinch and pull of the hair on his arse being rubbed in all the wrong directions in a way that had felt so right.
As Winton gaped and stammered, pulled and tugged, rubbed and moaned, his door opened and the Minister of Magic himself entered. Panicking, Winton pushed forward until his lap was safely hidden by the over-large desk he’d insisted on due to the implications of importance.
“Have a mome… is that… what is going on here?” The horrified tones only reinforced the blush spreading rapidly across Merryweather’s body.
“I’ve had this…this thing floating around for days. I’m not sure who or why or…” His voice trailed off as the Minister continued watching.
“You realize that this is a violation of the posted addendum to the Rules and Regulations?” In response, Merryweather merely put his head in his hands and bit back tears of mortification or anger, he couldn’t quite tell.
“I’ll edit the addendum, sir,” Merryweather mumbled from his hidden posture.
“See to it,” With that, the Minister of Magic turned on his heel and left.
Merryweather was reaching the breaking point. Something was going to have to give.
Author: wook77
Pairing: H/D and Merryweather/unnamed other
Warnings: Mention of arse hair
Rating: M for Merryweather Sex
Prompt: Revenge at hd_365
Wordcount: 503
Summary: The "porn globe" gets Merryweather more than an eyeful.
A/N: I apologise for the lateness of this. Unbeta'd as I didn't want to be later than I already am. Also - many thanks go to wendy for helping me with how to get revenge on Merryweather.
As Potter moaned and thrashed on the chair with Malfoy on his knees in front of him, Merryweather moaned. This was too much; this orb floating over his head all the time was driving him barmy. He’d been embarrassed, harassed and now, now he couldn’t even be heard by those in charge on his insistence that Potter be removed from his position.
Potter continued to roll his hips while Malfoy held his hips with a white-knuckled grip. Really, did grown men plead like that? passed through his head as he watched Potter mouth pleaseyesthereohlordhelpme. His trousers tightened as Malfoy started to rub himself through his trousers.
When Malfoy opened his trousers, Merryweather mimicked the gesture. When Malfoy pulled his cock loose, palming it tightly, he again mimicked it. Closing his lids, he was still able to watch the show as he laid his head back against the headrest on the chair. It seemed to go on forever but, finally, the show ended as Potter shouted his release, head tossed back and chest heaving. Malfoy was quick to follow, pulling and tugging roughly.
He breathed a sigh, he insisted it was of relief and not disappointment that he hadn’t finished and the show had ended, until the pair morphed into a new pair.
A pair Merryweather was more than familiar with.
It was… it was unthinkable.
It was inconceivable.
It was horrifying.
How had anyone been able to record him that one time he’d experimented. That one time with that one bloke he’d been accosted by months ago. His memory of the event melded into the image in front of him until he could feel the thrust and give of the body over him, around him, in him. He could feel the rough fingers as they breached his body, the sweat of the chest above him dripping down onto his back, the pinch and pull of the hair on his arse being rubbed in all the wrong directions in a way that had felt so right.
As Winton gaped and stammered, pulled and tugged, rubbed and moaned, his door opened and the Minister of Magic himself entered. Panicking, Winton pushed forward until his lap was safely hidden by the over-large desk he’d insisted on due to the implications of importance.
“Have a mome… is that… what is going on here?” The horrified tones only reinforced the blush spreading rapidly across Merryweather’s body.
“I’ve had this…this thing floating around for days. I’m not sure who or why or…” His voice trailed off as the Minister continued watching.
“You realize that this is a violation of the posted addendum to the Rules and Regulations?” In response, Merryweather merely put his head in his hands and bit back tears of mortification or anger, he couldn’t quite tell.
“I’ll edit the addendum, sir,” Merryweather mumbled from his hidden posture.
“See to it,” With that, the Minister of Magic turned on his heel and left.
Merryweather was reaching the breaking point. Something was going to have to give.