After Practice
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Ron
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
11,134
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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After Practice
DISCLAIMER: Everything recognizable belongs to JKR & her minions. Originally a 100 word drabble written for the 'Shower Sex 100' challenge at Cipher, expanded a bit to fit here...
~~~AFTER PRACTICE~~~
Just another practice session. Chill air on sweaty skin, shouts and yells bandied about between players, between friends, between lovers.
The smell of autumn permeating the air, underlaid with the aromas of broomwax and seasoned leather and well-worn flannel.
Knowing stares and smiles exchanged as they fly by each other, anticipation and desire nearly palpable in the air between them, Seeker and Keeper.
Fleeting touches and hearty pats on shoulders or short caresses along forearms not only sustaining them but also increasing their need.
Broomsticks carefully stored away, arms about shoulders as they walk together away from the pitch.
Broad smiles and laughter shared with mates, secret glances and licked lips saved for themselves.
Quidditch flannels quickly removed and tossed aside.
Anxious breaths, hungry stares, eyes drinking in each other's bare, smooth, sweat slicked bodies.
Hot water jetting out, steam and mist, fingertips gliding over taut muscle: chest, arms, shoulders, hips, arse.
Harry looking up, hungry emerald eyes to Ron's deep blue, gasping, kissing, drinking each other in.
Steam and mist, hips grinding in unison, breathing becoming increasingly ragged, hardness on hardness sliding deliciously.
Striving to join together, all encompassing, devouring, muffled moans amongst the mist.
Each feeling only the other, harder, faster, gasping, holding and finally finding release in unison as two become one.
~~fin~~
~~~AFTER PRACTICE~~~
Just another practice session. Chill air on sweaty skin, shouts and yells bandied about between players, between friends, between lovers.
The smell of autumn permeating the air, underlaid with the aromas of broomwax and seasoned leather and well-worn flannel.
Knowing stares and smiles exchanged as they fly by each other, anticipation and desire nearly palpable in the air between them, Seeker and Keeper.
Fleeting touches and hearty pats on shoulders or short caresses along forearms not only sustaining them but also increasing their need.
Broomsticks carefully stored away, arms about shoulders as they walk together away from the pitch.
Broad smiles and laughter shared with mates, secret glances and licked lips saved for themselves.
Quidditch flannels quickly removed and tossed aside.
Anxious breaths, hungry stares, eyes drinking in each other's bare, smooth, sweat slicked bodies.
Hot water jetting out, steam and mist, fingertips gliding over taut muscle: chest, arms, shoulders, hips, arse.
Harry looking up, hungry emerald eyes to Ron's deep blue, gasping, kissing, drinking each other in.
Steam and mist, hips grinding in unison, breathing becoming increasingly ragged, hardness on hardness sliding deliciously.
Striving to join together, all encompassing, devouring, muffled moans amongst the mist.
Each feeling only the other, harder, faster, gasping, holding and finally finding release in unison as two become one.
~~fin~~