Fic: Sometimes
Challenge: Fleur, Viktor and Cedric decide that if Harry wants to be a champion, he has to prove he's as good as a 17 year-old.
Title: Sometimes
Author: Aviss
Beta: earwenr
Summary: Sometimes is easy to forget that the boy underneath him is just fourteen.
Warning: Underage.
Word Count: 504
Rating: R
Sometimes
Sometimes is easy to forget that the boy underneath him is just fourteen.
Like that first time, the first time he had those lips under his and Harry was making those beautiful noises and brushing his lips with his tongue, shyly, unskilfully. It's easy to forget when Harry is flying with that natural grace, facing a dragon with a courage no fourteen years old should have. It's easy to forget when Harry is arching up underneath him, warm and tight and perfect.
Sometimes all he can think about is how very young Harry is and how he shouldn't be doing that, how he shouldn't be corrupting the boy hero. But his skin tastes so young, and his lips taste so sweet, and he is addicted now to those needy moans and prefect gasps while he wraps his hand around Harry's cock and strokes him until he is crying out and coming.
It shouldn't be that way, he should be able to go back to Cho and be the perfect boyfriend for her; but Harry is sweet and young and so very lovely. He feels bad for Cho, and he feels bad for Harry; but in the end he can't give up any of them.
They should have never done it; corner him the way they did, take him to the empty classroom, demand proof of his maturity.
Cedric can still remember Fleur, her perfect body pressed against Viktor, devouring his mouth, taking his clothes and touching his body while Harry stared at them open mouthed, his body reacting at the beautiful sight. And then his gasp of surprise when Cedric approached him, when he closed his lips over Harry's and tasted him for the first time. He tried to forget the other two people in the room, but it wasn't possible. No with Fleur separating them and claiming Harry's lips. Not with Viktor undressing him until the four of them were naked.
He can still remember Harry's flush, and his look of surprise at finding himself in that position, with Fleur kissing his neck and whispering in his ear. "This is what being old enough means." And then there is Viktor, also wanting to try the forbidden and Cedric's stab of jealousy when he first hears that sweet moan and he realizes it has been someone else who provoked it.
The rest of the night is a blur in Cedric's mind, but there are things that stand out clearly. Harry's face when he came for the first time over Vicktor's hand, the blush staining his face while his hands cupped Fleur's breast, Viktor's grunts, Fleur's smell; but most of all Harry's moans, Harry's eyes wide and unfocused, Harry's taste, Harry's scent.
Cedric wonders sometimes what it is about Harry that he always goes back to him.
And sometimes he doesn't think. He just feels. Because Harry his there, and he is needy, and sweet and young. And his body reacts to Cedric in a way that proves he is no ordinary fourteen years old.
Title: Sometimes
Author: Aviss
Beta: earwenr
Summary: Sometimes is easy to forget that the boy underneath him is just fourteen.
Warning: Underage.
Word Count: 504
Rating: R
Sometimes
Sometimes is easy to forget that the boy underneath him is just fourteen.
Like that first time, the first time he had those lips under his and Harry was making those beautiful noises and brushing his lips with his tongue, shyly, unskilfully. It's easy to forget when Harry is flying with that natural grace, facing a dragon with a courage no fourteen years old should have. It's easy to forget when Harry is arching up underneath him, warm and tight and perfect.
Sometimes all he can think about is how very young Harry is and how he shouldn't be doing that, how he shouldn't be corrupting the boy hero. But his skin tastes so young, and his lips taste so sweet, and he is addicted now to those needy moans and prefect gasps while he wraps his hand around Harry's cock and strokes him until he is crying out and coming.
It shouldn't be that way, he should be able to go back to Cho and be the perfect boyfriend for her; but Harry is sweet and young and so very lovely. He feels bad for Cho, and he feels bad for Harry; but in the end he can't give up any of them.
They should have never done it; corner him the way they did, take him to the empty classroom, demand proof of his maturity.
Cedric can still remember Fleur, her perfect body pressed against Viktor, devouring his mouth, taking his clothes and touching his body while Harry stared at them open mouthed, his body reacting at the beautiful sight. And then his gasp of surprise when Cedric approached him, when he closed his lips over Harry's and tasted him for the first time. He tried to forget the other two people in the room, but it wasn't possible. No with Fleur separating them and claiming Harry's lips. Not with Viktor undressing him until the four of them were naked.
He can still remember Harry's flush, and his look of surprise at finding himself in that position, with Fleur kissing his neck and whispering in his ear. "This is what being old enough means." And then there is Viktor, also wanting to try the forbidden and Cedric's stab of jealousy when he first hears that sweet moan and he realizes it has been someone else who provoked it.
The rest of the night is a blur in Cedric's mind, but there are things that stand out clearly. Harry's face when he came for the first time over Vicktor's hand, the blush staining his face while his hands cupped Fleur's breast, Viktor's grunts, Fleur's smell; but most of all Harry's moans, Harry's eyes wide and unfocused, Harry's taste, Harry's scent.
Cedric wonders sometimes what it is about Harry that he always goes back to him.
And sometimes he doesn't think. He just feels. Because Harry his there, and he is needy, and sweet and young. And his body reacts to Cedric in a way that proves he is no ordinary fourteen years old.