Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,513
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 24
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 24
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Graeme held the kitten to him. He was so warm and smelled so good. He nuzzled his nose into the curls of ruffled, silky, red hair at the young-ling\'s nape. Drew the fresh, aroused scent into his nostrils. He licked up along the succulent flesh, tasting him, reveling in the explosion of sweet, clean, kitten sweat that flowed over his tongue. Ron squirmed, letting out a tiny sound, half mewl, half sigh. The furs under him added to the sensuality, caressing his skin with soft thickness.
Ron murmured a plea, arching into the lick. He stretched his throat, long and available, loving the way the sharp teeth scraped over his skin, tightening it all over his body. He craved the movement of all that power against his back, those strong arms holding him, capturing him. Compelling him to serve, while giving him so much to need, driving him to whimpered pleading.
Graeme\'s fingers found their way up over Ron\'s chest, discovering his tight nipples, rolling them, while he nipped at the exposed throat. Ron whimpered again, growling his desperation deep in his throat, a sound that Graeme heard, and acknowledged with this own rumble of lust.
Graeme lifted Ron\'s leg, opening him, sending his fingers down below, ghosting over the exposed parts. Ron was already erect, hard, long, and eager, waiting for Graeme\'s next move. The man\'s hand held him, held his fragile testes, rolling them with a gentleness that was so unexpected, so erotic, new sweat dewed Ron\'s body.
Graeme slid his hard cock up between the kitten\'s legs. His kitten. So good. He rubbed himself along the hot flesh. Over perineum and anus, getting them wet, loving the feel of slick, slippery, intimate flesh. Loving Ron\'s begging gasps, his relaxed submission, giving the decisions all over to the older were-cat.
This was what Graeme loved about this kitten. He surrendered better than any other he\'d had under him. The copper-haired man positioned himself and inched into the tight heat of the young-ling\'s willing body. Ron let out an unsteady cry, dropping his head back and onto Graeme\'s muscular shoulder. Graeme pulled back a fraction then bore in, back and forth, teasing and promising, then delivering it all in one long stroke.
Ron let out a shivery moan, fingers clawing at the fur beneath him. Graeme was buried deep in the youth\'s body. Moving slowly, driving them both crazy with the exquisite friction. The perfect roundness of the kitten\'s butt was close into Graeme\'s pelvis, fitting their bodies so well, so made to be joined here, like this. He surged up and in, hard, but not punishing, hearing Ron\'s hitched breath.
The man slid his hand up and into the bright, tangled strands. He cupped the soft cheek, and turned the kitten\'s face to the side, leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Nibbling at the soft mouth.
Ron\'s eyes flew wide. He moaned louder. Lips parting and hungry for the first touches of tongue on tongue, his first kiss from Graeme ever. Graeme fucked, he did not make love, he did not kiss. Not until now. Ron moved. His body thrummed with the increased sensation, with the way their mouths melded, devoured and ate at one another. Wet and so hot, Graeme sucked on the kitten\'s slippery tongue while he thrust up into Ron\'s body.
Ron writhed, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands fumbled around finding Graeme\'s hip and pulling him in even tighter, even deeper, arching and pushing back into the other, larger, stronger body. Graeme rode him, in so deep, Ron had to go limp and give in to the feel of it, to let it happen, to let it be done to him.
He was stretched, filled, plumbed. There was nothing better, nothing so breath stealing as this, as having the big cock buried in him, having the kiss going on and on, having his skin screaming for more and begging for less, it rolled over him, he could not control it, couldn\'t stop it, or slow it. His body released, sensation flying down his skin, his nerves, into his pelvis.
He came so hard he was nearly unconscious. Graeme\'s breath huffed in his ear, over his damp cheek, fingers digging into his hips, like sculpted rock, holding him as he pumped into the tight, squeezing sheath that surrounded him. As they came virtually together, Ron\'s keening cry of completion caught, at last, in the other\'s all consuming kiss.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Graeme held the kitten to him. He was so warm and smelled so good. He nuzzled his nose into the curls of ruffled, silky, red hair at the young-ling\'s nape. Drew the fresh, aroused scent into his nostrils. He licked up along the succulent flesh, tasting him, reveling in the explosion of sweet, clean, kitten sweat that flowed over his tongue. Ron squirmed, letting out a tiny sound, half mewl, half sigh. The furs under him added to the sensuality, caressing his skin with soft thickness.
Ron murmured a plea, arching into the lick. He stretched his throat, long and available, loving the way the sharp teeth scraped over his skin, tightening it all over his body. He craved the movement of all that power against his back, those strong arms holding him, capturing him. Compelling him to serve, while giving him so much to need, driving him to whimpered pleading.
Graeme\'s fingers found their way up over Ron\'s chest, discovering his tight nipples, rolling them, while he nipped at the exposed throat. Ron whimpered again, growling his desperation deep in his throat, a sound that Graeme heard, and acknowledged with this own rumble of lust.
Graeme lifted Ron\'s leg, opening him, sending his fingers down below, ghosting over the exposed parts. Ron was already erect, hard, long, and eager, waiting for Graeme\'s next move. The man\'s hand held him, held his fragile testes, rolling them with a gentleness that was so unexpected, so erotic, new sweat dewed Ron\'s body.
Graeme slid his hard cock up between the kitten\'s legs. His kitten. So good. He rubbed himself along the hot flesh. Over perineum and anus, getting them wet, loving the feel of slick, slippery, intimate flesh. Loving Ron\'s begging gasps, his relaxed submission, giving the decisions all over to the older were-cat.
This was what Graeme loved about this kitten. He surrendered better than any other he\'d had under him. The copper-haired man positioned himself and inched into the tight heat of the young-ling\'s willing body. Ron let out an unsteady cry, dropping his head back and onto Graeme\'s muscular shoulder. Graeme pulled back a fraction then bore in, back and forth, teasing and promising, then delivering it all in one long stroke.
Ron let out a shivery moan, fingers clawing at the fur beneath him. Graeme was buried deep in the youth\'s body. Moving slowly, driving them both crazy with the exquisite friction. The perfect roundness of the kitten\'s butt was close into Graeme\'s pelvis, fitting their bodies so well, so made to be joined here, like this. He surged up and in, hard, but not punishing, hearing Ron\'s hitched breath.
The man slid his hand up and into the bright, tangled strands. He cupped the soft cheek, and turned the kitten\'s face to the side, leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Nibbling at the soft mouth.
Ron\'s eyes flew wide. He moaned louder. Lips parting and hungry for the first touches of tongue on tongue, his first kiss from Graeme ever. Graeme fucked, he did not make love, he did not kiss. Not until now. Ron moved. His body thrummed with the increased sensation, with the way their mouths melded, devoured and ate at one another. Wet and so hot, Graeme sucked on the kitten\'s slippery tongue while he thrust up into Ron\'s body.
Ron writhed, his breath coming in short gasps, his hands fumbled around finding Graeme\'s hip and pulling him in even tighter, even deeper, arching and pushing back into the other, larger, stronger body. Graeme rode him, in so deep, Ron had to go limp and give in to the feel of it, to let it happen, to let it be done to him.
He was stretched, filled, plumbed. There was nothing better, nothing so breath stealing as this, as having the big cock buried in him, having the kiss going on and on, having his skin screaming for more and begging for less, it rolled over him, he could not control it, couldn\'t stop it, or slow it. His body released, sensation flying down his skin, his nerves, into his pelvis.
He came so hard he was nearly unconscious. Graeme\'s breath huffed in his ear, over his damp cheek, fingers digging into his hips, like sculpted rock, holding him as he pumped into the tight, squeezing sheath that surrounded him. As they came virtually together, Ron\'s keening cry of completion caught, at last, in the other\'s all consuming kiss.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com