Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: luvscharlieFrom: silvernatashaTitle:
Cinnamon and Chocolate (and Sex)Characters/Pairings:
Hair pulling, big tits, teens being teensOther Warnings/Content:
Sex toys, coitus a mammalia, body paintingWord Count:
Lavender and Seamus exchange some very personal gifts the night before Christmas.Author's Notes:
Thank you for the brilliant prompts. This was so much fun to write. And thank you to my beta for tidying things up for me.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, no one could be bothered to clean up the piles of dirty plates and bowls by the kitchen sink, nor the stack of empty takeaway containers. Under the coffee table, the leftover egg fried rice was long-forgotten, accidentally hidden beneath some discarded wrapping paper.
Parvati was snoring gently on one of the battered couches. One of her presents, a glass that could hold an entire bottle of wine, was still clutched possessively in her hand with just a trickle of vino left in the bottom. Dean had disappeared about an hour before without a word, presumably to his room, though it was hard to know with him. There was every chance he was curled up on the bathroom floor again like he had been the last time he'd been drinking Guinness.
The Guinness was, naturally, Seamus' contribution to the evening's festivities. It always was. Lavender had long since suspected that he had a secret stash somewhere in their shared house, but she'd yet to find it. If he did have a supply of booze, it was a lot better hidden than his porn, which she'd found in all its graphic glory the first week after they'd moved in.
"Y'know what we could do?" Seamus murmured, both hands working further up under Lavender's festive jumper.
"What?" she breathed. This whole using his lips to talk instead of kiss was going to get frustrating quickly, especially if he was going to keep touching her breasts like that.
He pressed himself against her more firmly, the couch squeaking beneath them. "Do it. Right here." Seamus glanced over at Parvati's sleeping form, then looked back to Lavender with a roguish grin. "'Cause I'm up for it."
Lavender slid her fingers through his blond hair, pulling him down for a hard kiss that made him squeeze her breast. "You're always up for it." She nipped at his lower lip. "But, no."
Parvati snorted and turned over.
Pouting, Seamus pinched her nipple. "Please?"
"Oh, don't give me that face." Wriggling, Lavender pushed gently at his chest. "Get up. I'm going to go get ready for bed." She smirked, lipstick almost worn completely away now. "Might have an extra present for you upstairs."
He licked his lips. "A sexy present?"
Seamus couldn't scramble up fast enough, knocking over an empty bottle as he did. He looked guilty, cringing, but Lavender simply laughed, apparently unconcerned with waking Parvati. Thankfully, Parvati just snored a little louder.
"Get her a blanket," Lavender instructed. She stood, tugging down her jumper. The sequinned Christmas tree on the front of it glimmered in the firelight. "Give me a couple of minutes."
Seamus slid his hand down over the lush curve of her backside. "Yeah, all right. Won't be all I'm giving you."
She smiled wordlessly and removed his hand. With just a wink, she flounced out of the room with an exaggerated swing of her hips.
Parvati's bedroom was next to the kitchen. It smelled like perfume and there were crystals hanging everywhere. Posters covered a great deal of the dated wallpaper. Seamus had tried to employ the same tactic in his own bedroom. However, his tastes were a little different. Whereas Parvati liked cute animals and even cuter slogans, such as a kitten clinging to a tree with "Hang on!"
written beneath in large, friendly letters, Seamus liked girls. Naked girls.
Unfortunately, Lavender had refused to shag in his room with a dozen scantily-clad women waving and cooing at her. When faced with a choice between his posters and a living, breathing girl, then real life tits would win over paper ones any day of the week. He could live with the orange and brown stripes on his walls.
Seamus snatched up the blanket that was folded on the end of her bed, scampering back out to the living room and laying it gently over Parvati. Carefully, he tugged the over-sized wineglass from her fingers, smirking as she made sleepy noises of protest.
He took the stairs two at a time, skipping over the squeaky ones. His room was opposite Lavender's and he ducked in there first, yanking open his sock drawer. He'd stashed away another present for Lavender, one that he definitely hadn't wanted her to open in front of their housemates. The wrapping paper was loose and somehow lopsided, but he'd put a sparkly bow on it, so he hoped he'd get points for effort.
Lavender's door was already open a crack. He peeked in first, finding her sitting with her back to him at her dressing table. Her clothes were dropped on the floor and all she seemed to be wearing was a pair of red knickers, lace clinging to her bum. Though Seamus could see his own reflection in the mirror, Lavender was concentrating too much to notice. Instead, she dipped a paintbrush into a small pot and finished daubing paint onto her breasts in the shape of hearts that covered her full, erect nipples.
Seamus grinned. That was one of Dean's paintbrushes, the cheeky little witch. Dean wasn't going to be getting that one back if Seamus had any say.
As he pushed the door open more, it creaked. Lavender started, head snapping up to stare at his reflection. "Seamus!" she complained, screwing the lid onto the pot before turning around. "You were supposed to take longer. I'm not ready."
He licked his lips. Her breasts looked delectable like that. Was the paint edible? Could he lick it off? Because that would a brilliant
"I was going to put my silky robe on and be all sexy when I took it off.
Seamus lifted his gaze from her tits. "Trust me, you're dead sexy." He shut the door firmly behind him, crossing the room in a couple of strides. The hand that wasn't clutching her present held her at the waist as he kissed her firmly. "Got you this," he said, pressing the gift into her hand. The paper rustled.
Lavender beamed. "You know I love presents." As she ripped the paper off, Seamus drew his stroked his thumb over the bud of her nipple. He felt her shiver, a smear of paint coming away. Sucking it from his thumb, he discovered it was chocolate.
She gasped, letting the rumpled paper drift to the floor. Her fingers curled around the life-like dildo, holding it up. Eyes wide, she looked at Seamus. "That has to be the biggest one I've ever seen." She weighed it in her hand. "Wow. How big is it compared to..."
Seamus shook his head quickly. "We don't need to compare it." As a matter of fact, he had already done the comparison. It was enough to give a bloke some sort of complex.
"It's even warm," she said wondrously. "Have you felt it?"
"Er, yeah. It was the deluxe edition." Seamus turned her fully towards him, hands on her waist. "Bet it'll feel really good in you, yeah?" he murmured, ducking his head to kiss what he knew was a sensitive spot on her neck. She sighed softly, making a noise of agreement. "Y'know," he said, kissing up the length of her throat while his hands slid backwards over the lace of her knickers to cup her bum, "you could have that in you while I..." Trailing off, his fingers squeezed.
Lavender pulled back, raising her eyebrows. "How many times are we going to have this conversation? I'll let you put it anywhere but there."
Seamus, thankfully, could see a bright side. "Anywhere?" he asked brightly.
She tilted her chin. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
He hummed thoughtfully, hands trailing up over the curves of her body to cup her full breasts. He loved her tits, especially the way that they were both more than a handful and the way she responded when he licked and sucked them. "Can I?" he asked hopefully.
Pursing her pouty lips, Lavender finally nodded. "Okay." Suddenly, she grinned. "Wait! I have Christmas lube."
"Christmas lube?" Seamus repeated as she bounded away to the bed, boobs bouncing. She tossed the dildo onto the bed and pulled open the drawer beside her bed. He caught a bottle as she tossed it to him.
"It's cinnamon. I think it's Christmassy."
Seamus sniffed it and smiled. "Cool."
"Get your clothes off, then," she told him, kneeling on the bed. Seamus didn't need to be told twice. His clothes joined hers haphazardly on the floor.
He stroked his cock, palming the bottle in the other hand and watching her sit on the end of the bed. Lavender looked up at him with bright eyes and a teasing sort of smirk. She arched her back, chest pushed out towards him. "You're so bloody hot right now," Seamus said, caressing one breast.
She gave a wiggle of her shoulders. "Go on, then. We haven't done this for ages."
As the first blob of lube landed on her skin, she gasped softly. She gave a gentle moan as Seamus added more, fingers smearing it between her breasts. The scent of cinnamon filled the air. "It feels warm," Seamus said, surprised. Lavender bit her lip, nodding.
Their fingers touched as they both pressed her breasts around his cock, the mounds soft and warm as they enveloped his erection. Seamus groaned deeply, his hips starting to move back and forth. The first time they'd tried this, Seamus had only lasted a couple of strokes before his excitement overtook him. Now, the head of his cock bumped against her chin as his hips snapped forward, the slick skin of her cleavage providing no resistance.
She looked up at him, watching his face. Lavender licked her lips, pressing her tits more firmly around his cock, her fingertips brushing against her own chocolate-coated nipples. "Want to do sixty-nine? Bet this stuff tastes as good as it smells."
Seamus grunted. She couldn't say things like that to him if she actually wanted him to last.
"And I know how much you love it when I suck - ah!" She gasped as Seamus gave a guttural moan, his release splattering over her throat and chin.
Lavender glared at him, releasing her breasts and swatting his hands away, too. "Seamus! You're supposed to tell me before you come," she complained, licking a white drop from her lips.
His face flushed red. "Sorry. How the fuck am I supposed to hold it back when you're talking about sucking my cock?"
"Well, I'm not going to suck it now," she grumbled, snatching up Seamus' wand and cleaning up herself. She pulled a face as she removed his seed from her hair.
"I'll make it up to you," Seamus promised, eager to please when there was sex on the line.
Lavender narrowed her eyes. "How?"
"Get your knickers off and I'll show you."
Her eyes narrowed further, her lashes dark. Then, she smiled. It was the sort of smile that could get Seamus hard even if she wasn't mostly naked. He barely had time to take half a step back before she was standing in front of him so close that he could feel the warmth of her body radiating towards him. Lavender's fingers plucked at her knickers, her nails painted a festive red. Seamus held his breath until she kicked them off, and then kissed her hard.
Encouraging her back onto the bed, Seamus lay atop her, his cock resting slick and heavy against her thigh. It was his hand that pressed between her thighs first, touching and testing, her arousal coating his fingers as he drew them back and forth.
Lavender drew in a ragged breath as he came so very close to touching her clit, teasing her. His middle finger circled her entrance, though, with a surprisingly gentle touch.
"Didn't buy this just for show," Seamus whispered against her throat as he moved down the bed, pausing to swipe his tongue in a broad stroke over a nipple. Confused, Lavender lifted her head to see that he had picked up the new dildo. The colour of it was remarkable like Seamus' own skin tone, though she knew it was bigger than his own cock, which hadn't yet recovered.
It was also bigger than any of the toys in her drawer, as she was sure Seamus knew. Together, they'd used all of them at some point or another. She would never forget the first time Seamus had seen her vibrator. The look on his face had left them both laughing so hard that they had nearly forgotten about sex. Nearly, but not quite.
Lavender's first instinct was to cross her legs, but Seamus sucked the chocolate from her nipple, and her thighs relaxed, parting further. Her breathing grew shallow as he pulled back and squeezed more of her Christmas lube onto his palm before stroking it up and down the length of the dildo. Lavender had watched him wank before and found it terribly unsexy, yet this was far more exciting. The look of concentration on his face was fascinating; the way his tongue poked out a little between his lips was cute.
However, the look on his face as he pressed the slick head of the toy against her was far more devious. He slowly stroked it back and forth over her lips, just as his fingers had before. Lavender parted her thighs further. Only as he started to press it into her did her head fall back against the mattress.
She groaned. The feeling of fullness was immediate, the toy stretching her in a way that Seamus' cock didn't. Though the surface of it felt realistic, it was unyielding. Lavender arched her back, murmuring words of encouragement. Just when she thought there was no more, yet more of it slid into her.
"What do you think?" Seamus asked, shifting to lie beside her and keeping his head level with her chest. His fist clenched around the end of the dildo, and he began to pump it slowly in and out.
Her breath caught. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and look at him. When she opened her mouth to speak, a groan rumbled out of her throat. Seamus chuckled; Lavender managed a smirk. "I could get used to this."
"Hey," he complained, pouting despite being more turned on that he had been in ages. He focussed what was left of his attention on her breasts, not content just to watch the rise and fall of them as she gasped and undulated under the effects of the new toy.
Kissing the full mounds, Seamus started to painstakingly remove the rest of the chocolate hearts, not leaving a single bit of her breast unattended. Her nipples were pebbled, hard beneath his lips, and his hand on the dildo began to slow, leaving it pressed deep inside her. Seamus could smell cinnamon and chocolate and sex. Any drunken and somewhat lewd comments about Lavender being a well tasty bird weren't entirely unwarranted.
His teeth tugged gently at a swollen nipple and she gave a choked sort of moan, arching her back towards him. Wanting to drive her batty with need, Seamus used his hand to tease the other breast, stroking and pinching. The rougher he was, the more she moaned and mewled.
Lavender curled her fingers into his lush blond hair, pulling hard as his teeth nipped at her. She could hardly breathe, thighs flexing and squeezing against the thick toy, trying to keep it inside her though it slipped more and more as she grew wetter.
Seamus' hot mouth sucked harder, hand squeezing, and Lavender's eyes rolled back. The tension pooling low inside her had nearly reached breaking point now, her breathing coming in short gasps. She yanked hard on his hair; Seamus bit the curve of her breast in response.
With a soft sweep of his tongue over the bitten spot, her tension broke, crashing through her like a tidal wave. She clenched fiercely around the dildo, holding Seamus tightly to her breast until he squirmed away, rubbing at his scalp.
Seamus reached down, grasping the fake cock and slowly pumping it in and out of her, even as her body fluttered around it. Lavender whined, finally swatting him away with a pout. She sighed, a blissful smile settling on her lips. When he pulled out the toy, she gasped softly.
"That was dead sexy," Seamus purred, his body's opinion of her orgasm pressing up against her thigh. "Reckon I could make you come just sucking on your tits without
the cock in you?" He grinned and kissed her quickly. "Love watching you when you come."
Lavender yawned. "Not hard to be sexier than you when you get off," she said, smirking languidly, then pulling a mocking face.
"Oi." Seamus positioned himself over her, not yet quite as relaxed. His cock pressed up against the slick wetness of her arousal. "I'm always sexy." Sliding easily into the tight embrace of her body, he aimed for a noble expression. Unfortunately, it made Lavender giggle, so he saw no option other than to kiss her and make her stop.
The headboard thudded against the wall with every drive of his hips. Any initial decision to take it slow was thrown out of the window by the feeling of being inside her. His chest pressed against hers, skin clinging, as though not a single inch of her body wanted him to stray too far.
She exhaled softly against the crook of his neck, fingers on his back. Seamus could hardly contain himself.
Banging on the door broke through the moment. Seamus stilled, buried deep in her. Lavender clenched.
"If you're going to shag all night," Dean intoned through the door, "at least put up an Imperturbable Charm."
Lavender dissolved into giggles, trembling from head to foot. Seamus groaned, all but slumping on top of her. "We will when we've finished this round," Lavender called, drawing her leg up and adjusting their position.
Seamus lifted his head. His expression brightened immediately. "This round?"
She gave a sort of shrug. "It was buy one get one free when I got the cinnamon lube. I haven't shown you what else I got yet."