Harry the Slut

A/N I would've preferred to update more at one time. But I figured better to have one short chapter than 0 longer ones.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Lydia Monroe all those ideas have popped into my head at times. We'll just have to see. (Though LM and F/G are almost certainties.)

Warning. This chapters a bit milder than the first. But hopefully I'll rectify that next time I have the opportunity to add something.

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Harry didn’t return immediately to Gryffindor Tower after they parted ways. There were still hours til curfew so he chose to wander the castle for a while. He went down to the kitchens for a snack, because despite the many dishes Mrs Weasley had brought to share round during the meeting he was still hungry, and it gave him a good reason to not have to go back to the common room. He couldn’t be bothered trying to fend of Ron’s oblivious questions about where he spent his time, and Hermione’s not quite so oblivious worried glances.

As he wandered towards the Fat Lady’s portrait his thoughts turn to the feeling of Snape pressing against him and that hard tree behind him, held in place by the smooth limbs Snape had produced for the tree. Fuck that’d been so wrong. Harry was getting turned on just thinking about it.

Stopping at portrait Harry gave the password and looking around, was grateful none of his mates were in the common room so he made his way up to his dorm prepared to shut the curtains and think in a few more details about that afternoon.

The room was quiet when he headed up. Probably Hermione had somehow convinced then to spend the afternoon in the library. However the curtains around Harry's bed was closed which was strange because he was sure he would've left them open. Thinking excitedly about what this could mean. Harry happily squeezed his cock through his pants and crossed the rooms to part the curtains.

At once Harry found himself manhandled onto his bed. Face shoved down into his pillows, rough hands opening his belt. As his attacker loosened his grip on his head to get his belt down Harry turned his head and his eyes widened at the sight of Neville Longbottom brashly pulling his pants down. Neville must've caught his look because he soon started rambling; his uncertain tone completely in opposition to his sure hands.

“I heard you were a dirty little slut, that you'd take anyone,” The mouse-haired boy said, “And I just haven't been able to get the thought of shoving my prick up your arse out of my head since.” He was gaining confidence, and with one hand on Harry's arse to hold him in place (not that Harry was fighting) he used the other to get his own zips round his thighs. “Gonna shove my prick right up your arse and your gonna love it because your a massive slut. Who would've thought, the Great Harry Potter on his knees for measly little Longbottom.”

Neville's cock was resting against Harry's already abused opening. Both boys moaned as Harry's hole seemed to be trying to open himself for it. It wasn't enough for Neville though. “Your such a little slut Harry, I can see your hole begging for it. You're gonna beg me for it, aren't you.” The Pure-Blood brought his hand harshly down on Harry's backside. “Beg me for it, whore.”

Harry moaned, trying to stop himself from thrusting back. “No you dirty poof, you wanna do this, you'll have to do it your way, you narrrgh” Harry's rant was broken off and Neville brought his hand down again and again. Harry groaned, cock dripping. He wanted it so bad, wanted Neville's cock slamming into his hole, but he wouldn't beg godamnit. Plus he loved the burn as his arse cheeks turned red. “Fuck, you think you can come in here, and capture me in my own bed and, fuck – harder, and, get me to beg. Your the slut Nev, couldn't even only have people who wanted it, now your reduced to MERLIN, shit, oh, god that hurt, fuck Nev, fuckkkk, cooouldn't...” Harry broke off as he began to moan incoherently as Neville found the cane Harry kept in his bedside draw.

“Yes, I know you'll beg me, think how much you want me inside Harry.” Neville pushed forward slightly, just to press up to Harry's opening where he'd moved away to get a more room to swing. “Beg me Harry, Beg Me.”

“Won't, you sick fuck. You captured me in my own bed and... Fuck Nev, want it so bad, hell yeah, coz you couldn't get anyone. Had to hold me down. Fuck right there, yes... hurts Nev, your a real bastard. Want it so much, Shove your big cock in me. Plllleaaaaase!” Harry finally caved and both men growled with relief as Neville slid home.

Harry rutted up against Neville as he pounded down. Both were panting hard, balls slapping together which sent Harry even more crazy as they were still tender from the previous night. “Grab them Nev. Hell yeah! Like that. Squeeze them like a Bitch. Fuck, yeah. I'm gonna cum.” Harry came explosively, but still thought to tighten even more than his orgasm made him to drain Neville dry.

Harry and Neville both collapsed forward, lying in one big pile while the panted away. Finally Harry got the energy up to shrug a bit and get out a complaint about Neville's weight. After a bit of shifting they were both comfortably lying side by side. Harry grinned over at his peer. “never thought you had it in you, mate”

Neville blushed crimson, all his previous boldness gone out the window. “OH, I... umm, oh, shit, I'm sorry Harry, I really didn't mean... Oh, Umm... I just...”

Harry grinned as Neville continued to stammer, leaning over he smashed their lips together to shut him up, pulling back when Neville finally seemed to calm into the kiss Harry looked over at him. “I wasn't complaining. That was brilliant. I've never, err...” It seemed it was blush hour as Harry turned scarlet, “Well, I've never had it that rough the first time. It was so hot. It's nice, I mean, I've done similar things, pretending its the first time with someone in a rollplay before, but, well, nothing could be as hot as that was.” Harry glanced at Neville then buried his face in the pillow. Both taking a moment to get over their embarrassment. “Anyway,” Harry continued, “It was hot, and I'd like to do it again some time, yeah?”

Neville looked up gratefully, “Yeah, I'd like that a lot, maybe I'll just, err... go.” With a grin he hoiked up his pants and slid out of the curtains leaving Harry to lie back with a grin of his own, as he settled his tired and delightfully abused body to sleep.


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