Popping Out Party
Title: Popping Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Dean/Seamus
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
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 #115 - artist
♦ Blow Job Friday, hosted by torino10154
Summary: Dean makes good on his wager. Follows Fleeing Out Party.
By the time Dean and Seamus reached the Fat Lady's portrait, Dean's dick had recovered its vim and vigor. He was eager to make good on his lost wager.
Seamus whispered the password. The Fat Lady tittered at them, fluttered her lashes and fan, and granted them entrance to Gryffindor. The two boys dashed up the steps to their dorm. Seamus tripped over an easel and fell onto Dean's bed.
"Remind me again why I chose to date an artist," he complained.
"Please," scoffed Dean. "You love my big...brush."
"That, I do," Seamus admitted. He sat up and opened his flies. "However, it's my brush that needs sucking, and you do owe me one."
Dean grinned and dropped to his knees in front of Seamus. He placed his hands on his boyfriend's thighs and parted them. Dean reached inside Seamus' open flies and withdrew his prize. He licked his lips.
"Put your tongue on my cock," growled Seamus.
Dean complied; it was what he wanted, too. He closed his lips over the tip of Seamus' prick and swirled his tongue over the damp head. Dean loved the way his boyfriend tasted here. He lowered his head and relaxed his throat, taking Seamus deeper. Seamus responded with a throaty moan.
Dean backed off and used his tongue to lick a wet stripe up the underside of Seamus' cock. Before Seamus could complain, Dean took him in his mouth again and began bobbing his head up and down.
"Oh, fuck," Seamus panted. He tried to thrust his hips up, but Dean tightened his grip on his boyfriend's thighs to keep him still.
Dean then proceeded to subject Seamus to the most delicious torture imaginable. He used his lips and tongue to suck, lick, and all but devour Seamus' cock. Never had losing a wager tasted so good. Dean hollowed his cheeks to create suction, and he hummed.
Seamus shouted and pulsed inside of his boyfriend's mouth. He collapsed back on the bed, utterly spent.
Dean released Seamus with a wet pop and sat back on his heels. His tongue lapped at the corner of his mouth, catching a stray drop. "Did you enjoy that?" he rasped.
"Yeah," Seamus slurred. "Your mouth is a work of art."
Turning Out Party
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Dean/Seamus
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity
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 #115 - artist
♦ Blow Job Friday, hosted by torino10154
Summary: Dean makes good on his wager. Follows Fleeing Out Party.
By the time Dean and Seamus reached the Fat Lady's portrait, Dean's dick had recovered its vim and vigor. He was eager to make good on his lost wager.
Seamus whispered the password. The Fat Lady tittered at them, fluttered her lashes and fan, and granted them entrance to Gryffindor. The two boys dashed up the steps to their dorm. Seamus tripped over an easel and fell onto Dean's bed.
"Remind me again why I chose to date an artist," he complained.
"Please," scoffed Dean. "You love my big...brush."
"That, I do," Seamus admitted. He sat up and opened his flies. "However, it's my brush that needs sucking, and you do owe me one."
Dean grinned and dropped to his knees in front of Seamus. He placed his hands on his boyfriend's thighs and parted them. Dean reached inside Seamus' open flies and withdrew his prize. He licked his lips.
"Put your tongue on my cock," growled Seamus.
Dean complied; it was what he wanted, too. He closed his lips over the tip of Seamus' prick and swirled his tongue over the damp head. Dean loved the way his boyfriend tasted here. He lowered his head and relaxed his throat, taking Seamus deeper. Seamus responded with a throaty moan.
Dean backed off and used his tongue to lick a wet stripe up the underside of Seamus' cock. Before Seamus could complain, Dean took him in his mouth again and began bobbing his head up and down.
"Oh, fuck," Seamus panted. He tried to thrust his hips up, but Dean tightened his grip on his boyfriend's thighs to keep him still.
Dean then proceeded to subject Seamus to the most delicious torture imaginable. He used his lips and tongue to suck, lick, and all but devour Seamus' cock. Never had losing a wager tasted so good. Dean hollowed his cheeks to create suction, and he hummed.
Seamus shouted and pulsed inside of his boyfriend's mouth. He collapsed back on the bed, utterly spent.
Dean released Seamus with a wet pop and sat back on his heels. His tongue lapped at the corner of his mouth, catching a stray drop. "Did you enjoy that?" he rasped.
"Yeah," Seamus slurred. "Your mouth is a work of art."
Turning Out Party