Notch In the Bedpost
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
37,631
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Notch In the Bedpost
Notch in the Bedpost
Pairing: Harry/Slughorn, Harry/others (mentioned)
Warnings: Slash, slight rimming, slutty Harry (but sneaky! Heh), mention of chan, possible squick
Rated: NC-17
Words: 887
Notes: I woke up with this bunny this morning and it wouldn’t leave my head. I guess I just needed to do something a little squicky (although right now it’s not squicky to me—go fig!), and a rare pairing. While writing this, the ending just wrote itself, surprising even me!
Also, I was going to call this fic Who Else, but somehow it didn’t sound right to me.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, JKR does
.-.
Horace Slughorn found the boy already on his back, naked, and legs spread wide. Upon closer inspection, he could tell that the boy’s thighs were trembling.
Harry lifted his head from the pillow and when he saw that Slughorn was already nude and erect, he whimpered wantonly.
“Harry,” said Slughorn quietly. “M’boy… already naked and ready for me? Oh, how your reputation precedes you.” He moved between Harry’s legs, bed dipping low. Harry tipped his head back again and closed his eyes. Slughorn’s large hands gripped right below Harry’s knees and parted them further. “Spread those lovely cheeks of me, Harry…”
Harry obeyed, brining his hands down and opened himself wider. “Lovely, lovely,” Horace moaned, the mere sight making his cock twitch. He dived in to taste the puckered skin, and Harry squeaked at the feel of tongue and mustache. “Oh, Harry … so lovely . . . . Just how many Professors have you had before me, m’boy?” He licked a long, wet line from Harry’s crevice all the way to his balls. “Who was your first?”
Harry’s breath hitched, thighs quivering. “R-Remus,” he gasped.
“Of course, of course,” Slughorn said, licking gently below Harry’s sack. “Favorite teacher of yours, wasn’t he? Taught you the Patronus Charm? Private lessons? Mmm, yes,” he pushed the tip of his tongue into Harry, emitting a low whine from the boy. “How convenient. Love Remus Lupin, do you? Him being your first? But I must know… just who did you have last? Surely not Umbridge…”
Harry shook his head. His voice cracked as he said, “M-Moody…”
“Not the real Moody, of course?” Horace said. Harry frowned and shook his head once. “But, you later did have the real Moody, didn’t you? My, my…” Horace ogled Harry’s pulsing hole. “Such an eager little slut you are…”
Harry whimpered and continued to do so when he felt one of Slughorn’s beefy fingers penetrate him. His arse greedily swallowed it and sucked it deeper in. “Impressive…” said Slughorn as if he were complimenting Harry’s potion skills. Horace slowly moved his finger, which was nearly the size of a small cock, in and out. Harry moaned and spread his arse cheeks wider in compliance.
“Please,” he begged, thrusting his hips in time with Slughorn’s finger. “Please, fuck me…”
“Oh, m’boy,” Horace groaned. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” He took out his finger with a soft pop, slicked up his erection with warm, spicy-smelling oil, and then pressed the purpling crown into Harry. He watched as Harry’s hole flexed and wrapped around his cock. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you, boy?”
Harry panted shallowly. “I love cock.”
“Oh, I know,” said Horace. “Professor Snape told me as such.” He saw Harry’s Adam apple bob as he swallowed. “I’ve heard that you have a thing for Quidditch players as well… am I right? Who was your favorite player again?” At the look in Harry’s eyes, he quickly amended, “Tragic loss, I know… I’ve heard of just how wonderful a person he was, and the way he died was just horrible—I’m sorry I brought him up. But who else was it you had again?”
Harry bit his lip, Slughorn’s cock sliding completely inside him, filling him (but not as much as he would like), as he mused.
“Oliver,” he said quietly.
“Mr. Wood!” Horace exclaimed. “Of course—rather strapping, well built young man he was. Who else?” He began to piston his hips; Harry rocked in time with his.
“F-Fred and George Weasley…”
“At the same time?” Slughorn groaned, drooling slightly. “Who else, who else?”
“Vi-Viktor Krum.”
Slughorn started so hard he lost rhythm in his thrusts. “The—the international Quidditch star? My goodness, Harry, you sure know how to pick them!” He got back into an even tempo, pushing himself harder down on Harry, edge of belly scraping over Harry’s leaking cock. “Who else?” Slughorn grunted.
Harry gripped Slughorn’s shoulders, his head off to the side as he ticked off more names—Slughorn’s thrusts becoming faster the more names Harry said, and the more Slughorn salivated. “Who else, who else, who else?” he said in time with each quickening thrust.
Running out of names, Harry just moaned aloud, head tossing back and forth at the mere feel of a cock inside him. Unable to take much more, the tense build-up in his groin tightening, he rubbed his cock up against Slughorn’s stomach a few times before coming in hard, hot bursts.
“Oh, my boy…” Horace groaned loudly, still pounding fast and hard as he came into Harry, pushing him harder into the mattress. “Beautiful… such a beautiful boy…”
When Slughorn finally finished and slipped out of him, Harry pushed himself into a sitting position—come lightly seeping out of his arse—reached over for a small, black book and quill, began to scratch something out on it, and then jot something else down. Slughorn lay on his side next to him on the bed, seemingly asleep. Harry looked at him in annoyance and then poked him hard on the side.
“Forgetting something, Professor?”
Slughorn snorted and grunted as he came to. “Huh? What? Oh, yes, of course…” he reached into the pocket of his vest by the bed and pulled out a small jar of Felix Felicis. Harry snatched it.
“Many thanks,” said Harry, smirking.
Pairing: Harry/Slughorn, Harry/others (mentioned)
Warnings: Slash, slight rimming, slutty Harry (but sneaky! Heh), mention of chan, possible squick
Rated: NC-17
Words: 887
Notes: I woke up with this bunny this morning and it wouldn’t leave my head. I guess I just needed to do something a little squicky (although right now it’s not squicky to me—go fig!), and a rare pairing. While writing this, the ending just wrote itself, surprising even me!
Also, I was going to call this fic Who Else, but somehow it didn’t sound right to me.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, JKR does
.-.
Horace Slughorn found the boy already on his back, naked, and legs spread wide. Upon closer inspection, he could tell that the boy’s thighs were trembling.
Harry lifted his head from the pillow and when he saw that Slughorn was already nude and erect, he whimpered wantonly.
“Harry,” said Slughorn quietly. “M’boy… already naked and ready for me? Oh, how your reputation precedes you.” He moved between Harry’s legs, bed dipping low. Harry tipped his head back again and closed his eyes. Slughorn’s large hands gripped right below Harry’s knees and parted them further. “Spread those lovely cheeks of me, Harry…”
Harry obeyed, brining his hands down and opened himself wider. “Lovely, lovely,” Horace moaned, the mere sight making his cock twitch. He dived in to taste the puckered skin, and Harry squeaked at the feel of tongue and mustache. “Oh, Harry … so lovely . . . . Just how many Professors have you had before me, m’boy?” He licked a long, wet line from Harry’s crevice all the way to his balls. “Who was your first?”
Harry’s breath hitched, thighs quivering. “R-Remus,” he gasped.
“Of course, of course,” Slughorn said, licking gently below Harry’s sack. “Favorite teacher of yours, wasn’t he? Taught you the Patronus Charm? Private lessons? Mmm, yes,” he pushed the tip of his tongue into Harry, emitting a low whine from the boy. “How convenient. Love Remus Lupin, do you? Him being your first? But I must know… just who did you have last? Surely not Umbridge…”
Harry shook his head. His voice cracked as he said, “M-Moody…”
“Not the real Moody, of course?” Horace said. Harry frowned and shook his head once. “But, you later did have the real Moody, didn’t you? My, my…” Horace ogled Harry’s pulsing hole. “Such an eager little slut you are…”
Harry whimpered and continued to do so when he felt one of Slughorn’s beefy fingers penetrate him. His arse greedily swallowed it and sucked it deeper in. “Impressive…” said Slughorn as if he were complimenting Harry’s potion skills. Horace slowly moved his finger, which was nearly the size of a small cock, in and out. Harry moaned and spread his arse cheeks wider in compliance.
“Please,” he begged, thrusting his hips in time with Slughorn’s finger. “Please, fuck me…”
“Oh, m’boy,” Horace groaned. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” He took out his finger with a soft pop, slicked up his erection with warm, spicy-smelling oil, and then pressed the purpling crown into Harry. He watched as Harry’s hole flexed and wrapped around his cock. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you, boy?”
Harry panted shallowly. “I love cock.”
“Oh, I know,” said Horace. “Professor Snape told me as such.” He saw Harry’s Adam apple bob as he swallowed. “I’ve heard that you have a thing for Quidditch players as well… am I right? Who was your favorite player again?” At the look in Harry’s eyes, he quickly amended, “Tragic loss, I know… I’ve heard of just how wonderful a person he was, and the way he died was just horrible—I’m sorry I brought him up. But who else was it you had again?”
Harry bit his lip, Slughorn’s cock sliding completely inside him, filling him (but not as much as he would like), as he mused.
“Oliver,” he said quietly.
“Mr. Wood!” Horace exclaimed. “Of course—rather strapping, well built young man he was. Who else?” He began to piston his hips; Harry rocked in time with his.
“F-Fred and George Weasley…”
“At the same time?” Slughorn groaned, drooling slightly. “Who else, who else?”
“Vi-Viktor Krum.”
Slughorn started so hard he lost rhythm in his thrusts. “The—the international Quidditch star? My goodness, Harry, you sure know how to pick them!” He got back into an even tempo, pushing himself harder down on Harry, edge of belly scraping over Harry’s leaking cock. “Who else?” Slughorn grunted.
Harry gripped Slughorn’s shoulders, his head off to the side as he ticked off more names—Slughorn’s thrusts becoming faster the more names Harry said, and the more Slughorn salivated. “Who else, who else, who else?” he said in time with each quickening thrust.
Running out of names, Harry just moaned aloud, head tossing back and forth at the mere feel of a cock inside him. Unable to take much more, the tense build-up in his groin tightening, he rubbed his cock up against Slughorn’s stomach a few times before coming in hard, hot bursts.
“Oh, my boy…” Horace groaned loudly, still pounding fast and hard as he came into Harry, pushing him harder into the mattress. “Beautiful… such a beautiful boy…”
When Slughorn finally finished and slipped out of him, Harry pushed himself into a sitting position—come lightly seeping out of his arse—reached over for a small, black book and quill, began to scratch something out on it, and then jot something else down. Slughorn lay on his side next to him on the bed, seemingly asleep. Harry looked at him in annoyance and then poked him hard on the side.
“Forgetting something, Professor?”
Slughorn snorted and grunted as he came to. “Huh? What? Oh, yes, of course…” he reached into the pocket of his vest by the bed and pulled out a small jar of Felix Felicis. Harry snatched it.
“Many thanks,” said Harry, smirking.