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Office Hours (Remus/Harry, NC-17)
Title: Office Hours
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 325
Warnings: Chan. Chan chan chan channity chan chan. Seriously.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary:Porn. Remus spends some time with one of his favorite students.
Notes: Originally written as comment porn forthe_con_cept. Utter porn with absolutely no redeeming value. Seriously. I have no excuse for myself.
It took all the restraint Remus possessed to keep from spreading Harry's thighs and pushing his fingers, then his prick, inside him. But he didn't want to frighten the boy. This wasn't James, and they weren't both young. Instead, he stripped the boy of his clothing, slowly, lovingly, and coaxed him to sit on his lap in the big chair by the fire.
Remus ran his hands up and down that smooth young chest, brushing his thumbs over Harry's nipples, dropping feather-light touches on Harry's little prick. Harry smiled and laid his head on his professor's shoulder, shivering, and Remus shifted the boy, opening his own trousers to let his erection spring free.
He pressed it against the crack of Harry's arse, just rubbing it against the boy's bollocks and soft skin, and Harry clutched at Remus's shoulder, shivering harder and moaning a little against the wool of Remus's cardigan.
Remus put his arms around the boy. "Do you like this, Harry?"
"Very much, professor." Harry's voice was soft and muffled but strong, and Remus smiled to himself as he passed a hand over the boy's buttocks, squeezing a little, rubbing himself harder against Harry's skin and reaching his other hand between them to grasp Harry's erection.
"Oh--" Harry cried, and only a moment or two later, he was coming, staining the front of Remus's jumper, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Remus's shoulder and arm as he shuddered his way through his orgasm.
Remus kissed the boy's shoulder, then, and held him firmly in place as his own orgasm approached. He gritted his teeth and pressed Harry's head to his shoulder, letting out a great moan as he began to come, his spunk spurting over the boy's smooth skin and dripping between his own legs.
When Remus was finished, Harry raised his head and looked at his professor with wide eyes, and, a moment later, pressed the most tentative of kisses to his lips.
Title: Office Hours
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 325
Warnings: Chan. Chan chan chan channity chan chan. Seriously.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary:
Notes: Originally written as comment porn for
the_con_cept. Utter porn with absolutely no redeeming value. Seriously. I have no excuse for myself.It took all the restraint Remus possessed to keep from spreading Harry's thighs and pushing his fingers, then his prick, inside him. But he didn't want to frighten the boy. This wasn't James, and they weren't both young. Instead, he stripped the boy of his clothing, slowly, lovingly, and coaxed him to sit on his lap in the big chair by the fire.
Remus ran his hands up and down that smooth young chest, brushing his thumbs over Harry's nipples, dropping feather-light touches on Harry's little prick. Harry smiled and laid his head on his professor's shoulder, shivering, and Remus shifted the boy, opening his own trousers to let his erection spring free.
He pressed it against the crack of Harry's arse, just rubbing it against the boy's bollocks and soft skin, and Harry clutched at Remus's shoulder, shivering harder and moaning a little against the wool of Remus's cardigan.
Remus put his arms around the boy. "Do you like this, Harry?"
"Very much, professor." Harry's voice was soft and muffled but strong, and Remus smiled to himself as he passed a hand over the boy's buttocks, squeezing a little, rubbing himself harder against Harry's skin and reaching his other hand between them to grasp Harry's erection.
"Oh--" Harry cried, and only a moment or two later, he was coming, staining the front of Remus's jumper, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Remus's shoulder and arm as he shuddered his way through his orgasm.
Remus kissed the boy's shoulder, then, and held him firmly in place as his own orgasm approached. He gritted his teeth and pressed Harry's head to his shoulder, letting out a great moan as he began to come, his spunk spurting over the boy's smooth skin and dripping between his own legs.
When Remus was finished, Harry raised his head and looked at his professor with wide eyes, and, a moment later, pressed the most tentative of kisses to his lips.