elfflame (elfflame) wrote in blaise_zabini, @ 2008-02-19 06:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | blaise/harry |
Fic: Perfect - Blaise/Harry - NC-17
Title: Perfect
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: Elfflame
Person/Pairing: James/Harry, Blaise/Harry
Summary: He wants him so much.
Word Count: 807
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, suggestion of chan (Harry is at most 17, more likely 15 or 16)
Author's notes: A little something that came to me that I had to use. Lots of hugs and thank yous to my lovely littlecup for reading this through for me. The tense is unusual, but it worked with the flow. I hope everyone likes it. The first of the fics I wrote for 50 Smutlets, though I never finished my claim. Bear with this one. It doesn't seem to have Blaise in it at first, but he is there, I promise. :)
Harry is his.
He might have denied it at one point, but no longer. Not with that beautiful, slender body under his, writhing and pressing up to try to get more contact. Or that sinful mouth he’s already kissed to a deep red, the swollen lips constantly parted in a moan, pleading with him. “Please, Dad…”
“Shh, Harry. It’s all right. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He is the only one who can do this for Harry. After all, who better to introduce him to the pleasures two men can give each other?
Harry pushes against him as his fingers part and stretch him. So young. So beautiful. And all his. And, if he has a say in it, no one will ever do this to Harry but him. Only he should be allowed to see Harry like this. So undone, so needy.
Before long, Harry’s moans are driving him to the edge, and he has to, needs to. He’s not sure if it is enough, but he wants this so bad. His fingers are pulled out, and his cock presses against him. Toobig toobig itwontfit… Harry is so tight, clenching around him, whining just on this side of pain, but he seems to know that there is something good waiting if he just holds on.
Harry nods stiffly when he stops, looking up at him, a question in his eyes. “Please,” he says again in a small voice.
“Harry, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. Just…please, Dad.”
He closes his eyes, blocking out the sight of Harry’s strained face as he pushes in. And then…he’s in. He lies there atop Harry, the two of them panting, stroking his sides to relax him. “Just breathe. It will be okay in a moment.”
Harry nods, and he can feel the reaction in his cock as he begins to relax. Another kiss, more stroking, and soon the boy is moaning underneath him. Oh, god, he’s really inside him. Then he begins to move, and he’s still trying to comprehend. He’s really fucking him. So beautiful, he thinks, as he pulls away, looking down at the pale boy with the messy dark hair that looks just like the hair on his own head, and the bright green eyes hazed with lust that look just like his mother’s. And he is unable to stop then. He needs this so much. “Oh, Harry,” he breathes, shifting his hips just so, and catching something, finally, deep inside Harry, that makes him moan. The head thrown back, his gorgeous neck stretched out in front of him, how can he not take what he wants? How can he not want this?
He devours the neck, marking him. Making him his, moaning against the soft, damp flesh, sucking lightly on the Adam’s apple, drawing a moan he can feel vibrating on his lips and tongue.
“So beautiful, my Harry,” he whispers when he makes his way to an ear.
He’s moving faster now. It won’t be long, but he needs to see Harry come before the end. He takes Harry’s cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. And Harry is close, he can see it. He’s not even sure he remembers who he is with. “Oh, god,” and “Please,” falling from his lips at random intervals. And then, “Dad!” just as he feels the warm wetness as Harry’s cock pulses in his hand.
He kisses Harry down from the orgasm, working his way towards his own, but then he can feel something else, and winces at the feeling, holding on to Harry tighter as the magic sweeps through him, leaving pale skin now golden brown, and short, messy hair long and sleek. He gasps, thrusts up into Harry a last time, coming into him as the magic dissipates.
He collapses against Harry, not sure if he will even want to look at him now that the Polyjuice has worn off. But Harry is holding him close, and he hears a happy sigh. Maybe he can have what he wants after all?
He pulls away to look at Harry. His face is flushed, and he’s smiling. “Thank you, Blaise. That was…amazing. All of it.”
But Blaise has never felt quite this uncertain before. He’s not used to falling in love. Just having quick sex, then leaving once it’s over. “Sorry it wore off. I thought I had a bit longer than that.”
“Don’t be,” Harry says, shaking his head. “I…um…I didn’t mind that, either, really.” Those green eyes are so deep, Blaise thinks he could fall right into them, but before he can ask exactly what Harry means, Harry’s pressing another kiss to his lips, then pulling away. “Next time…maybe we could do this without the Polyjuice?”
Blaise isn’t sure he’s ever heard anything more perfect in his life.