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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,509
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Right, if you've come from ff.net to check out the lemony bits, there's a dividing line that marks the start and finish below. Enjoy!
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Neville felt like he’d been hit by a stunning spell. Dazed and confused, he could only stand stock still and accept (?) the sensations slowly building up. He didn‘t think he could acknowledge the instigator of the soft touches while still remaining sane. Finally he managed to flutter his eyes shut and clamp his hands to his sides in an attempt at defiance of the entire situation.
“Nngh-“
His robes were long gone, having been the first to be strewn across the room after having been torn from him.
“Ah-“
His shoes and socks were next, leaving his toes to curl against the cold stone floor.
“S-stop…”
His attacker- as Neville had decided to dub him, since the term lover left an uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut- was currently plastered to his front, clinging close while attempting to divest him of his shirt and press wet, open-mouth kisses to every inch of skin revealed.
“Please-”
The barrier of his trousers was close to being completely breached. Pale (he refused to pay attention to the thought of just how few people at school were that particular shade of white) fingers brushed over his waistband, dancing over the buttons and zipper, before pushing the slackening material to pool at his feet.
“N-no…”
He mechanically stepped out of the pant legs when prodded, in awe of the fact that his mind had yet to become actively involved when it was clear…
When it was clear he…
When it was clear he was about to be raped.
Finally, Neville felt his mind sputter to a start, sending signals to his body to ‘run! move!’ It was a nice attempt- Neville thought as his briefs joined his other things on the ground- but about three articles of clothing too late.
He felt himself be pushed into a wall, rather bony fingers grasping his hips hard enough to leave marks. Eyes shooting open, he stared aghast as he felt a stiff member meet his own flaccid length. He felt, rather than saw, the other’s scowl at his unexcited state through the bruising kiss inflicted on him.
For a few terrifying seconds as the other thrust against him, he felt an ever-slickening presence part his cheeks and bump up against the clenched hole there. He felt panic seize him by the throat, hands flying forward to grip the other’s shoulders as he realized exactly how homosexual sex was supposed to happen- He nearly heaved a sigh of relief as the presence pulled away, instead thrusting for a second time against his own member.
Then there was a pause, the other boy pulled away, and with a smirk stopped down to rub a cheek against him there.
“Now, we can’t have this,” he chuckled- something Neville hadn’t heard from him before…but he stopped that thought right there- and opened his mouth, moving closer. Neville wondered what in the world he though he was doing; a second passed, and then he stopped thinking altogether.
It was wet, and warm, and felt so good- Neville let out a soft groan- and he wanted to move! Forward, or back, or anything, as long as he wasn’t so still! But he remained frozen, his mind shouting at him that this was wrong! This was so wrong- because it was happening TO Neville and not WITH Neville, and didn’t he understand that this was bad?! Neville understood that almost too well- nothing he had ever done had made him feel so good before, and he was nothing if not bad.
The mouth engulfing him moved, and Neville forgot how to breathe. It was also getting rather hard to remember why he couldn’t like this- couldn’t like this very much indeed. The small voice that had been protesting fell eerily silent.
By the time the moist, sticky lips were taken away, Neville had been reduced to a sweaty, quivering mess. He definitely couldn’t recall why he wasn’t supposed to like this- or the person making it happen, though his mind still refused to give recognition to the other’s face- and so he decided, there was no point in even trying.
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Soon the other was grinning and laughing while settling their robes, and though Neville thought it was all very pleasant and whatnot- he wanted something to happen! He told the other so, and received a chuckle and a sloppy kiss in return.
Once the robes were arranged to his liking, the other boy motioned him toward the make-shift bed. He complied, laying himself gingerly on his back as some of the cold of the stone floor managed to seep through the material. When a wince apparently filtered through into his expression, and the other expressed concern, he shifted, aware of his spine digging into stone, and mentioned the floor was cold.
A wicked grin, then: “Let me warm you up.”
A body lowered onto his, straining erection meeting straining erection, hands clasped tightly above their heads, lips meshing feverishly. Neville reflected that now he felt rather hot. He was burning- it was painful and he thought it would consume him, but somehow he wanted it to. He needed it to.
Lips slanting against the other’s, he let out a muffled moan as hands trailed down his body- tenderly bushing a rosy nipple, making it harden, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the soft pouch of his belly, before finally settling on his hips, thumbs caressing the skin there. Their lower bodies met again, erections grinding into each other, until Neville gasped, back arching as he climaxed.
Neville released a breathy sigh, feeling the last waves of his orgasm wash over him, even as the other’s stiffness was tantalizingly pressed against him. He groaned, wanting something else- something more- but not knowing what. As he felt the semen splattered on the other boy’s stomach cool against his own skin, he shifted experimentally. Then he moaned loudly at the sensation of a hard member ghosting his entrance.
Seemingly entranced by the moan, the other dropped his head against Neville’s shoulder. After a few ragged breaths, he lifted himself off, “Turn over.”
“Eh?” Still dazed with pleasure, Neville could only allow himself to be moved into position on his hands and knees. He woke up as one slick finger circled his entrance and dipped in. He could only manage a yelp before the second finger was added and scissored with the first.
Whimpering at the uncomfortable feeling, Neville decided he didn’t much like this part. When the third finger was pressed in, he nearly sobbed at the burning pain, and decided it was high time for him to leave. But before he could muster the strength to throw the other off, the finger were gone and a hard cock was in their place, prodding at the clenched pucker of his opening.
“Relax…” was the only whispered warning.
Neville choked at the intrusion. Eyes tearing, he felt like he was being split open from the inside.
The hardness inside of him was still, but unrelenting in its presence. Neville wished it would just go away, but staying still, he supposed, was better than moving any. A moment or so passed, and as Neville felt the sharp burning ebb into a slightly more manageable ache, he cautiously moved his body back towards the other, impaling himself further on the cock and gasping at the feeling.
The other took the hint and…moved. Neville was very, very glad he hadn’t left. The other pounded into him, brushing against a spot that made him cry out and push back; a hand snaked below him to grasp his own forming erection, making him moan and groan and sigh and gasp and-
His second orgasm came as unexpectedly as the first- he felt as if some great coil inside of him had violently come undone. He could feel the other come to a climax, releasing within him, until he felt full and satisfied and just wanted to sleep.
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As afterward they lay panting, Neville decided he rather liked feeling like a puddle of over-stimulated goo. His bum was sore and full of something he chose not to think too deeply about, his lips felt bruised along with other places, but he couldn’t bring himself to budge. Shrugging, he dozed off.
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Draco Malfoy was a very pleased Slytherin. Cock spent, body aching, and dry semen starting to flake off his stomach, he basked in the afterglow of quite remarkable sex.
In a rare moment of affection, he covered up the boy lightly snoring on the floor with his robe before dressing. He really didn’t know what to think of his latest conquest, the fumbling clumsy idiot of Gryffindor. He was…unexpected. And he was surprised to find- rather…wonderful.
He could just imagine what his Father would have to say… Well, Malfoy’s got what they wanted after all. And if this was what he wanted, so be it- at least he’d get to fuck a Gryffindor and rub Potter’s face in it.
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Neville felt like he’d been hit by a stunning spell. Dazed and confused, he could only stand stock still and accept (?) the sensations slowly building up. He didn‘t think he could acknowledge the instigator of the soft touches while still remaining sane. Finally he managed to flutter his eyes shut and clamp his hands to his sides in an attempt at defiance of the entire situation.
“Nngh-“
His robes were long gone, having been the first to be strewn across the room after having been torn from him.
“Ah-“
His shoes and socks were next, leaving his toes to curl against the cold stone floor.
“S-stop…”
His attacker- as Neville had decided to dub him, since the term lover left an uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut- was currently plastered to his front, clinging close while attempting to divest him of his shirt and press wet, open-mouth kisses to every inch of skin revealed.
“Please-”
The barrier of his trousers was close to being completely breached. Pale (he refused to pay attention to the thought of just how few people at school were that particular shade of white) fingers brushed over his waistband, dancing over the buttons and zipper, before pushing the slackening material to pool at his feet.
“N-no…”
He mechanically stepped out of the pant legs when prodded, in awe of the fact that his mind had yet to become actively involved when it was clear…
When it was clear he…
When it was clear he was about to be raped.
Finally, Neville felt his mind sputter to a start, sending signals to his body to ‘run! move!’ It was a nice attempt- Neville thought as his briefs joined his other things on the ground- but about three articles of clothing too late.
He felt himself be pushed into a wall, rather bony fingers grasping his hips hard enough to leave marks. Eyes shooting open, he stared aghast as he felt a stiff member meet his own flaccid length. He felt, rather than saw, the other’s scowl at his unexcited state through the bruising kiss inflicted on him.
For a few terrifying seconds as the other thrust against him, he felt an ever-slickening presence part his cheeks and bump up against the clenched hole there. He felt panic seize him by the throat, hands flying forward to grip the other’s shoulders as he realized exactly how homosexual sex was supposed to happen- He nearly heaved a sigh of relief as the presence pulled away, instead thrusting for a second time against his own member.
Then there was a pause, the other boy pulled away, and with a smirk stopped down to rub a cheek against him there.
“Now, we can’t have this,” he chuckled- something Neville hadn’t heard from him before…but he stopped that thought right there- and opened his mouth, moving closer. Neville wondered what in the world he though he was doing; a second passed, and then he stopped thinking altogether.
It was wet, and warm, and felt so good- Neville let out a soft groan- and he wanted to move! Forward, or back, or anything, as long as he wasn’t so still! But he remained frozen, his mind shouting at him that this was wrong! This was so wrong- because it was happening TO Neville and not WITH Neville, and didn’t he understand that this was bad?! Neville understood that almost too well- nothing he had ever done had made him feel so good before, and he was nothing if not bad.
The mouth engulfing him moved, and Neville forgot how to breathe. It was also getting rather hard to remember why he couldn’t like this- couldn’t like this very much indeed. The small voice that had been protesting fell eerily silent.
By the time the moist, sticky lips were taken away, Neville had been reduced to a sweaty, quivering mess. He definitely couldn’t recall why he wasn’t supposed to like this- or the person making it happen, though his mind still refused to give recognition to the other’s face- and so he decided, there was no point in even trying.
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Soon the other was grinning and laughing while settling their robes, and though Neville thought it was all very pleasant and whatnot- he wanted something to happen! He told the other so, and received a chuckle and a sloppy kiss in return.
Once the robes were arranged to his liking, the other boy motioned him toward the make-shift bed. He complied, laying himself gingerly on his back as some of the cold of the stone floor managed to seep through the material. When a wince apparently filtered through into his expression, and the other expressed concern, he shifted, aware of his spine digging into stone, and mentioned the floor was cold.
A wicked grin, then: “Let me warm you up.”
A body lowered onto his, straining erection meeting straining erection, hands clasped tightly above their heads, lips meshing feverishly. Neville reflected that now he felt rather hot. He was burning- it was painful and he thought it would consume him, but somehow he wanted it to. He needed it to.
Lips slanting against the other’s, he let out a muffled moan as hands trailed down his body- tenderly bushing a rosy nipple, making it harden, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the soft pouch of his belly, before finally settling on his hips, thumbs caressing the skin there. Their lower bodies met again, erections grinding into each other, until Neville gasped, back arching as he climaxed.
Neville released a breathy sigh, feeling the last waves of his orgasm wash over him, even as the other’s stiffness was tantalizingly pressed against him. He groaned, wanting something else- something more- but not knowing what. As he felt the semen splattered on the other boy’s stomach cool against his own skin, he shifted experimentally. Then he moaned loudly at the sensation of a hard member ghosting his entrance.
Seemingly entranced by the moan, the other dropped his head against Neville’s shoulder. After a few ragged breaths, he lifted himself off, “Turn over.”
“Eh?” Still dazed with pleasure, Neville could only allow himself to be moved into position on his hands and knees. He woke up as one slick finger circled his entrance and dipped in. He could only manage a yelp before the second finger was added and scissored with the first.
Whimpering at the uncomfortable feeling, Neville decided he didn’t much like this part. When the third finger was pressed in, he nearly sobbed at the burning pain, and decided it was high time for him to leave. But before he could muster the strength to throw the other off, the finger were gone and a hard cock was in their place, prodding at the clenched pucker of his opening.
“Relax…” was the only whispered warning.
Neville choked at the intrusion. Eyes tearing, he felt like he was being split open from the inside.
The hardness inside of him was still, but unrelenting in its presence. Neville wished it would just go away, but staying still, he supposed, was better than moving any. A moment or so passed, and as Neville felt the sharp burning ebb into a slightly more manageable ache, he cautiously moved his body back towards the other, impaling himself further on the cock and gasping at the feeling.
The other took the hint and…moved. Neville was very, very glad he hadn’t left. The other pounded into him, brushing against a spot that made him cry out and push back; a hand snaked below him to grasp his own forming erection, making him moan and groan and sigh and gasp and-
His second orgasm came as unexpectedly as the first- he felt as if some great coil inside of him had violently come undone. He could feel the other come to a climax, releasing within him, until he felt full and satisfied and just wanted to sleep.
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As afterward they lay panting, Neville decided he rather liked feeling like a puddle of over-stimulated goo. His bum was sore and full of something he chose not to think too deeply about, his lips felt bruised along with other places, but he couldn’t bring himself to budge. Shrugging, he dozed off.
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Draco Malfoy was a very pleased Slytherin. Cock spent, body aching, and dry semen starting to flake off his stomach, he basked in the afterglow of quite remarkable sex.
In a rare moment of affection, he covered up the boy lightly snoring on the floor with his robe before dressing. He really didn’t know what to think of his latest conquest, the fumbling clumsy idiot of Gryffindor. He was…unexpected. And he was surprised to find- rather…wonderful.
He could just imagine what his Father would have to say… Well, Malfoy’s got what they wanted after all. And if this was what he wanted, so be it- at least he’d get to fuck a Gryffindor and rub Potter’s face in it.
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