My Bunny

A/N: This is a story based off of my character (Cameron) and his boyfriend (Terry). I am not affiliated with JKR or anyone that does business with her. This is just a short drabble and a complete story based off of a picture the player of Terry drew for me.


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“All I want for my birthday is a bunny…”

The words had left his mouth earlier without a second thought and now that he sat there on the edge of his bed waiting for his boyfriend to come back to bed, he wondered if he should have been a little more thoughtful about what he wanted. But the thing was, he was happy with everything that he had, and there was no way to improve it, so he said the first thing that came to mind, and it was a bunny. Cameron groaned, leaning forward, holding his head in his hands. He knew he shouldn’t have told Terry that he wanted a bunny, because that was the last thing the boy probably wanted to hear. Oh well, it was too late, the words had already come from his mouth and he would have to deal with it. Finally he just gave up waiting for the boy and leaned back on his bed, kicking his shoes off in the process, his pants and shirt to follow. He had probably said the wrong thing and made Terry disgusted enough not to return. Great. “Happy Birthday to me…” he muttered under his breath, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.

Cameron must have drifted off to sleep at one point, a slight shuffling motion in his bed making him wake up, looking upwards at what should have been the ceiling and instead seeing Terry. “Hey baby…” he said softly, leaning upwards to kiss the boy, and instead, his mouth met up with something soft and furry. Blinking rapidly, he sat up, pushing the boy backwards on the bed, just staring at him as he took in the small figure of his boyfriend, grinning from ear to ear as he finally realized that his boyfriend, despite the grumbling when he had heard Cameron had wanted a bunny, had gone out of his way and dressed up as, you guessed it, a sexy little black bunny. The sight of the boy in such a costume normally would have made him laugh, but his mouth ran dry at the thought that this boy was in this get-up for his benefit…his eyes alone. Reaching out, he stroked one of the boy’s ears thoughtfully, swallowing heavily as he took in the tight, slinky leotard that the boy was wearing, his stomach turning slightly at the sight.

“I don’t know what to say,” Cameron said softly, scooting closer to the boy, his arms itching to reach out and grab the boy, throw him onto the bed, tear the clothing off, and shag him senseless…he couldn’t help it, it was a very sexy sight. Growling softly, he gave into his instincts and grabbed the boy by his shoulders, leaning down and pressing his lips hungrily to the boy’s neck. “All this work for me…” he said softly, running a hand down the boy’s back, tickling the flesh lightly in the process. “And now you have to make me work harder,” he said, nipping at the skin on the boy’s neck, listening to the whimpers as he did so, feeling the boy’s thin body squirm under his touches. It was pure bliss and that was enough for him. “I want to fuck you,” he said simply, slipping the straps of the leotard off of the boy’s shoulders, Terry saying nothing as he did so, though that faint blush on his cheeks gave Cameron all he needed to do this…even though he was shying off in a sense, he wanted Cameron…just like Cameron wanted him.

Moaning softly, he watched with eager eyes as the pale flesh was reveled little by little and he maneuvered on the bed, forcing Terry onto his back, causing the younger boy to struggle slightly, but not enough to actually fight the boy…though definitely enough to egg him on. “N-no…” The tiny voice made it to his ears, but he ignored it, pulling the black material down further, leaning down and pressing his lips eagerly to the boy’s chest, moving down to his stomach. Dipping a tongue into the navel, he knew he was pushing Terry, the boy was squirming now, moaning a little louder, wanting to be freed and Cameron…all he could give him was lust and unclothing, his hands finishing with the leotard and tossing it off of the bed. “Tights…very nice,” he said, running his hands up the boy’s legs, pulling on the band, and pulling them down easily, his body wiggling with the movement of his hands. “Yummy…” Looking back up at the squirming and uncomfortable boy, he grinned broadly before grabbing his underwear, yanking them off.

Light kisses now rained all over the boy’s legs as he inched upwards, licking one of the inner thighs harshly, his hands pulling off his own boxers, reveling his throbbing hard on. Pulling the boy’s legs up, his mouth dived in and his tongue suddenly thrusted into the boy’s puckered opening, pushing in deeply, his fingers massaging the boy’s skin as he continued to fuck him with his tongue, despite the boy’s growing protests. His dick twitched violently as he continued with his onslaught, his teeth grinding slightly on the skin, forcing his tongue in as deep as he could, the boy’s body shaking as he did so. Purring softly, he pulled back suddenly, looking up at the now crying boy, and laughed softly. “You knew this would happen,” he said softly as he pulled himself upwards slightly, the tip of his twitching cock, going inside of the boy slightly, his hands sliding to the boy’s hips, holding him there firmly. Once again he heard the boy beg for him to stop, but it was too late and he thrusted quickly inside of him.

His dick slid easily inside of the boy and he groaned loudly, already pushing himself in and out of the boy at a quick pace, his body begging to just fuck the boy senseless and as fast as he could. His mouth crushed against the protesting boy’s and he shoved his tongue in deep there, raping the boy’s mouth with his own, as his cock thrusted violently into the boy, their hips grinding together in the process. Slick bodies slid against one another as he started to forget about the boy, and focused on his pleasure, tearing the boy’s skin as he pushed deep into his ass, touching his prostate and making him jerk out suddenly before going back in. Groaning, he felt the boy tighten about him and something warm spilling onto his stomach, realizing that the boy has gone and spilt his cum all over the place. “Naugh-naughty minx-x-x…” he stuttered out, grunting as he continued to thrust, leaning down and licking at the boy’s warm and salty tears, his body feeling those shocks of electricity with every pulsating motion.

“Shit!” he yelled out loudly as he felt the hot cum shoot into the boy, seeping out and onto his sheets as he thrusted a few more times, finally collapsing on the boy who seemed to just give up and was no hiccupping through his tears. “Don’t cry bunny,” he said softly, kissing the boy lightly on his lips as he tried to pull himself out, only growing too weak to do so and just resting there. Lifting a hand, he ran it once again up the length of the ear, before patting the boy on the bed. “You make the perfect bunny…” The words were barely out of his mouth before the younger one pressed their lips together, silencing anything else that he had to say, in such an innocent kiss. Pulling away Cameron looked down at Terry and smiled, brushing a lock of the boy’s red hair out of his eyes, resting his hand on his cheek. “Next Easter you need to promise me to break out this costume again and I will promise to be your Santa Clause in the winter.” One final kiss and they both settled down to get the much needed rest that their bodies cried for.

“But…you didn’t look at my tail…” the small voice said. “Next time…” came the reply.