Wailing Out Party
Title: Wailing Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Greg/Dennis
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #98 - olive oil, world
Summary: Dennis gets it good. Follows Plotting Out Party.
With only the barest of warnings, Greg thrust. Dennis squeaked as he was split open and filled in one fell swoop. Dear Godric, it hurt so good...so damned good.
Greg paused. "Does it hurt?" he asked. His large hands trembled on Dennis' hips, as if he could barely restrain himself.
Dennis took a deep breath and winced. "It's just..." He paused and cleared his throat. "Just give me a minute, yeah?"
"I reckon I should have used the olive oil instead," Greg rumbled in a subdued voice.
The statement was so absurd, that Dennis couldn't help but laugh. The tension in his body eased, as did the pain. Dennis craned his neck and peered at Greg over one shoulder. "Come on, lover," he purred. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Greg's eyes brightened. "You mean it?"
"Yeah, I mean it," said Dennis.
Those were the last words that were exchanged between them for some time. The only sounds in the room from then on were gasps, groans, the squeak of bedsprings, and the rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh meeting flesh as they indulged in a frantic shag.
Dennis came first; he couldn't help himself. His arse was being pounded full and owned, just the way Dennis liked it. Had he known Gregory Goyle was such a brilliant, well-hung top, Dennis would have been sniffing around Slytherin long ago. He clutched his hands in the rumpled bedding, dipped his spine, and wailed like a cat in heat as he climaxed.
Greg didn't miss a beat; he thrust and thrust and thrust until he hit his own peak. He grunted and pulsed inside of his latex condom.
Dennis was disappointed it was over. He clenched his rim, wanting to hang onto Greg as long as he could. Alas, Greg's cock softened and slipped free, leaving Dennis feeling empty and bereft. He stretched out on Greg's bed with another wince. Dennis wasn't sure of the protocol. Should he gather his clothing, get dressed and leave?
A heavy hand landed on Dennis' back. "You're going to stay the night, yeah?" asked Greg, sounding delightfully awkward and shy.
Dennis allowed himself a smile of victory. "Yeah, I'll stay," he replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Dabbling Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Greg/Dennis
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexin'
Word count: 365
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: hogwarts365 Prompt #98 - olive oil, world
Summary: Dennis gets it good. Follows Plotting Out Party.
With only the barest of warnings, Greg thrust. Dennis squeaked as he was split open and filled in one fell swoop. Dear Godric, it hurt so good...so damned good.
Greg paused. "Does it hurt?" he asked. His large hands trembled on Dennis' hips, as if he could barely restrain himself.
Dennis took a deep breath and winced. "It's just..." He paused and cleared his throat. "Just give me a minute, yeah?"
"I reckon I should have used the olive oil instead," Greg rumbled in a subdued voice.
The statement was so absurd, that Dennis couldn't help but laugh. The tension in his body eased, as did the pain. Dennis craned his neck and peered at Greg over one shoulder. "Come on, lover," he purred. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Greg's eyes brightened. "You mean it?"
"Yeah, I mean it," said Dennis.
Those were the last words that were exchanged between them for some time. The only sounds in the room from then on were gasps, groans, the squeak of bedsprings, and the rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh meeting flesh as they indulged in a frantic shag.
Dennis came first; he couldn't help himself. His arse was being pounded full and owned, just the way Dennis liked it. Had he known Gregory Goyle was such a brilliant, well-hung top, Dennis would have been sniffing around Slytherin long ago. He clutched his hands in the rumpled bedding, dipped his spine, and wailed like a cat in heat as he climaxed.
Greg didn't miss a beat; he thrust and thrust and thrust until he hit his own peak. He grunted and pulsed inside of his latex condom.
Dennis was disappointed it was over. He clenched his rim, wanting to hang onto Greg as long as he could. Alas, Greg's cock softened and slipped free, leaving Dennis feeling empty and bereft. He stretched out on Greg's bed with another wince. Dennis wasn't sure of the protocol. Should he gather his clothing, get dressed and leave?
A heavy hand landed on Dennis' back. "You're going to stay the night, yeah?" asked Greg, sounding delightfully awkward and shy.
Dennis allowed himself a smile of victory. "Yeah, I'll stay," he replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Dabbling Out Party