Shiver
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
22,606
Reviews:
109
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Sevy-poo!
Shiver
Layla went back downstairs after Severus had left. She found Harry sitting in his armchair, shorts pulled of, legs splayed, pumping his cock and panting. Layla smirked.
"Need a hand, Lover Boy?"
Harry whimpered as Layla straddled his legs, her hand joining his, bringing him to completion a few minutes later. She gave him a quick kiss.
"Be right back." she went into the bathroom that was down there and grabbed a wash cloth, drenching it in warm water.
"You just couldn't wait, could you?" she teased as she gently cleaned his sensitive prick.
"No..." is was quite obvious that Harry's brain had turned to mush.
"My poor baby. Were you feeling neglected? Is that why you couldn't wait for me to get back down here?"
"I couldn't help it." he whined, "You were just so fucking sexy..." his brain was starting to become solid again.
"Me? I thought it was because of Sev..."
"Well, part of it was, but most of it was all you. God, the way you moved to the music. Never knew your hips could move like that, Layla."
"Oh, stop it, Harry. My hips aren't that great." Layla blushed, never having been told that before.
"Are you kidding me? I've seen lots of girls dance before, Layla, but they didn't move their hips like you did. Hell, I don't think they could it they tried!"
"Stop it." Layla's face was red with embarrassment. "I move my hips like any normal girl does. Besides, I saw how Sev was looking at you."
"Don't try to change the- what do you mean the way he was looking at me?" she smiled.
"Well, as you were trying to unsuccessfully cover your, um, problem, in your shorts, he couldn't help but look."
"You're kidding." his voice sounding a little strained.
"Am not. And if the blush on his cheeks was any indication, I'd say he was in the same predicament as you." Harry rolled his eyes.
"That's probably because he was watching the same show I was. You! I don't know why I'm even thinking about him. He's probably as straight as the ruler he'd like to beat his students with." during his little speech, he had stood up and pulled his shorts back up, smoothly zipping and buttoning them.
"Harry, there is a 33% chance he's gay, a 33% chance he's straight and a 33% chance he's bi-sexual, like you.
"What about that other one percent?" he asked sarcastically.
"That's the one percent chance he's asexual." Harry rolled his eyes.
Layla went back downstairs after Severus had left. She found Harry sitting in his armchair, shorts pulled of, legs splayed, pumping his cock and panting. Layla smirked.
"Need a hand, Lover Boy?"
Harry whimpered as Layla straddled his legs, her hand joining his, bringing him to completion a few minutes later. She gave him a quick kiss.
"Be right back." she went into the bathroom that was down there and grabbed a wash cloth, drenching it in warm water.
"You just couldn't wait, could you?" she teased as she gently cleaned his sensitive prick.
"No..." is was quite obvious that Harry's brain had turned to mush.
"My poor baby. Were you feeling neglected? Is that why you couldn't wait for me to get back down here?"
"I couldn't help it." he whined, "You were just so fucking sexy..." his brain was starting to become solid again.
"Me? I thought it was because of Sev..."
"Well, part of it was, but most of it was all you. God, the way you moved to the music. Never knew your hips could move like that, Layla."
"Oh, stop it, Harry. My hips aren't that great." Layla blushed, never having been told that before.
"Are you kidding me? I've seen lots of girls dance before, Layla, but they didn't move their hips like you did. Hell, I don't think they could it they tried!"
"Stop it." Layla's face was red with embarrassment. "I move my hips like any normal girl does. Besides, I saw how Sev was looking at you."
"Don't try to change the- what do you mean the way he was looking at me?" she smiled.
"Well, as you were trying to unsuccessfully cover your, um, problem, in your shorts, he couldn't help but look."
"You're kidding." his voice sounding a little strained.
"Am not. And if the blush on his cheeks was any indication, I'd say he was in the same predicament as you." Harry rolled his eyes.
"That's probably because he was watching the same show I was. You! I don't know why I'm even thinking about him. He's probably as straight as the ruler he'd like to beat his students with." during his little speech, he had stood up and pulled his shorts back up, smoothly zipping and buttoning them.
"Harry, there is a 33% chance he's gay, a 33% chance he's straight and a 33% chance he's bi-sexual, like you.
"What about that other one percent?" he asked sarcastically.
"That's the one percent chance he's asexual." Harry rolled his eyes.