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Let Me Not Admit Impediments
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Bill/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,009
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Five
Five
Bill waited breathlessly for the evening, for Charlie to begin to wank, wondering if his brother would do it.
He did.
Soon, Bill heard the first moan drift through the wall. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning in answer. But he couldn’t stop the images in front of his eyes, of Charlie, naked, touching himself. Neither could he stop remembering how Charlie’s hand on his cock had felt.
Another moan, and Bill grabbed his own cock. Without thinking, he scooted as close to the wall as possible, and put his ear against it. He thought he could hear the sound of Charlie’s hand moving over of the hot hard flesh of his prick. He began moving his own hand, wanking in time with Charlie’s sighs.
With his ear pressed to the wall, he heard almost everything, more than before. He heard all the soft sighs and gasps; heard Charlie whisper soft, nonsensical words; heard the almost silent mantra become louder as Charlie reached towards orgasm.
‘Bill, Bill,’ he whispered, ‘oh, Bill.’
Bill bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and pulled almost violently on his cock. His brother’s whisper was sending thrills of desire through him.
‘Bill, fuck, Bill!’ Charlie cried.
Bill heard the bed creak suddenly, and envisioned Charlie, thrusting up wildly into his hand as he came.
Bill came a split second later, shooting over his abdomen and thighs. When the tremors had stopped, he turned his mouth to the wall and breathed, ‘Charlie.’
*
Bill waited breathlessly for the evening, for Charlie to begin to wank, wondering if his brother would do it.
He did.
Soon, Bill heard the first moan drift through the wall. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning in answer. But he couldn’t stop the images in front of his eyes, of Charlie, naked, touching himself. Neither could he stop remembering how Charlie’s hand on his cock had felt.
Another moan, and Bill grabbed his own cock. Without thinking, he scooted as close to the wall as possible, and put his ear against it. He thought he could hear the sound of Charlie’s hand moving over of the hot hard flesh of his prick. He began moving his own hand, wanking in time with Charlie’s sighs.
With his ear pressed to the wall, he heard almost everything, more than before. He heard all the soft sighs and gasps; heard Charlie whisper soft, nonsensical words; heard the almost silent mantra become louder as Charlie reached towards orgasm.
‘Bill, Bill,’ he whispered, ‘oh, Bill.’
Bill bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and pulled almost violently on his cock. His brother’s whisper was sending thrills of desire through him.
‘Bill, fuck, Bill!’ Charlie cried.
Bill heard the bed creak suddenly, and envisioned Charlie, thrusting up wildly into his hand as he came.
Bill came a split second later, shooting over his abdomen and thighs. When the tremors had stopped, he turned his mouth to the wall and breathed, ‘Charlie.’
*