More Than Strange

WARNING: Smut... kinda

Word: Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.

Nick was barely able to get a grunt out before Harry tackled him to the bed. He didn’t know why Harry became horny only once the lights were out, but it made for some very interesting sex. Thankfully, they had the curtains open and it was a full moon, so Nick was able to see what was going on. Clothes were torn off bodies, and then skin met skin. Harry straddled his hips, slowly rolling his hips and ass against Nick. Eyes rolling slightly, it’d been a three weeks since they were last able to do more than kiss, Nick groaned and thrust his hips up. Hard, wet cocks rubbed against each other causing both men to release moans.  

Grabbing a hold of Harry’s thighs, Nick swiftly rolled them over so that he was leaning over his lover. Legs spread, one hooked over his hips, eyes a darker green; Harry looked like sin. Cocks rubbed again, and Harry lost that one last shred of control and let Nick take over. Growling, Nick swooped down and started a rough assault against Harry’s mouth. Tongues dueled, teeth nipped at bottom lips, Nick’s hint of scruff scraped against Harry’s chin and lips. Pulling away, gasping for breath, Nick started a wet trail of kisses down Harry’s body. Playing with his nipples, the indention of his belly button, the sharp slope of his hips, the soft V where his thighs met his pelvis. All were covered with red bite marks.   Sharp pulls on his hair, made Nick look up. Harry was glaring down at him, “Fuck me.” he demanded, pulling again at Nick’s hair.  

Surging up, taking a biting kiss, Nick resettled between Harry’s spread legs. He shuddered at the tingling feel of his lover’s magic washing over them, before he slowly pushed into his magically prepared lover. A harsh groan escaped Nick, echoed by Harry’s pleased sigh. Then the world became nothing but skin slapping against skin, growls and moans, “moremoremoremore! FUCK ME, DAMMIT!”, nails digging into his back, his own fingers leaving bruises on pale thighs and hips. Then they were cumming, Harry screaming his name and the tight constriction and thrusting through his orgasm into Harry.  

Slowly, Nick came back to himself, laying on his back with Harry draped over him; cleaned and light fingers tracing over his abs. Pulling Harry closer, Nick settled in and slowly fell asleep, the last thing he heard was Harry humming softly to himself.

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