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Muddy Boots (Harry/Neville, R)
Title: Muddy Boots
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: R
Word Count: 278
Warnings: Spanking
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Harry didn't do a very good job cleaning the kitchen.
Notes: Forcoffee_n_cocoa, who requested Harry/Neville, consequences.
Neville set the groceries on the counter and frowned. The kitchen was clean—sparkling, even, the countertops wiped down and the sink empty, dishes and plates and glasses put away in their places.
What threw him off, though, were the muddy bootprints that criss-crossed the floor.
"Harry?" he called out.
There was no response.
Neville put the groceries away and went into the bedroom—and there was Harry, naked but for his glasses and a pair of boots on his feet, their soles caked with mud.
"What the—" Neville began, but Harry cut him off.
"I cleaned the kitchen, like you asked" he said, "But I seem to have forgotten to take off my boots when I did it. And now there's mud all over."
"Ye-es," Neville said slowly, not quite getting where Harry was going with this charade.
"I suppose I'll have to face the consequences now," said Harry with a dramatic sigh. He rolled over, presenting his bare arse to Neville, who grinned.
"Got it now, have you?" Harry asked with a grin.
Neville laughed, nodding, not taking his eyes off Harry's round bottom. He toed off his shoes and joined Harry on the bed. He was already getting hard, and he motioned for Harry to lie across his lap.
When Harry's bottom was fiery red, and Neville's hand ached from the thorough spanking he'd administered, Harry made quick work of Neville's clothes and presented his arse to Neville again, this time for a very different purpose.
And though Harry wore his muddy boots the entire time that Neville fucked him, Neville didn’t care—he'd just have to ask Harry to clean the bedroom tomorrow.
Title: Muddy Boots
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: R
Word Count: 278
Warnings: Spanking
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Harry didn't do a very good job cleaning the kitchen.
Notes: For
coffee_n_cocoa, who requested Harry/Neville, consequences.Neville set the groceries on the counter and frowned. The kitchen was clean—sparkling, even, the countertops wiped down and the sink empty, dishes and plates and glasses put away in their places.
What threw him off, though, were the muddy bootprints that criss-crossed the floor.
"Harry?" he called out.
There was no response.
Neville put the groceries away and went into the bedroom—and there was Harry, naked but for his glasses and a pair of boots on his feet, their soles caked with mud.
"What the—" Neville began, but Harry cut him off.
"I cleaned the kitchen, like you asked" he said, "But I seem to have forgotten to take off my boots when I did it. And now there's mud all over."
"Ye-es," Neville said slowly, not quite getting where Harry was going with this charade.
"I suppose I'll have to face the consequences now," said Harry with a dramatic sigh. He rolled over, presenting his bare arse to Neville, who grinned.
"Got it now, have you?" Harry asked with a grin.
Neville laughed, nodding, not taking his eyes off Harry's round bottom. He toed off his shoes and joined Harry on the bed. He was already getting hard, and he motioned for Harry to lie across his lap.
When Harry's bottom was fiery red, and Neville's hand ached from the thorough spanking he'd administered, Harry made quick work of Neville's clothes and presented his arse to Neville again, this time for a very different purpose.
And though Harry wore his muddy boots the entire time that Neville fucked him, Neville didn’t care—he'd just have to ask Harry to clean the bedroom tomorrow.