Day 30: Marked as His Equal (Neville/Harry, NC-17) Day: 30 July 2008 Title: Marked as His Equal Author:j_lunatic Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Neville/Harry Summary: Neville Longbottom: top among equals. Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe--all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work Warning(s): PWP Word Count: 272 A/N: Just a little something for the free-for-all. Dedicated to suntzu_s, to thank her for organising the 30 Days of Neville.
"Neville...please...."
In response Neville did not thrust hard into the arse of Harry (at the moment bent over a potting table). Instead he pulled back, gazing excitedly at Harry's flat rump and the shaft of his cock, emerging from between the cheeks.
In Professor Longbottom's little personal greenhouse, the smell of Mimbulus Mimbletonia sap, being used as a makeshift lube, didn't quite cover up the musky scent of Harry's private parts. The odor was better than any cologne in Neville's opinion; he spent his days in environments redolent of dragon dung.
"Please!" It absolutely wasn't fair to keep Harry hanging like this. Neville leaned forward, pressing his chest against Harry's knobbly back, and began to thrust into that tight rectum. The slick grip of Harry's sphincter nearly pulled Neville over the edge. Instead, Neville managed to hold himself back, and as he continued to fuck Harry, reached around to his partner's groin, finding Harry's cock standing at attention. He grabbed Harry's prick and began to milk it as if it were a Bubotuber nodule to be drained of Stinksap.
Harry's previous irregular moans and cries had been replaced by rhythmic gasps, curiously reminiscent of the Hogwarts Express at full throttle. Neville continued to pump his pelvis and squeeze Harry's penis--then suddenly Harry wailed and convulsed under Neville.
As the sated Harry slumped forward onto the potting table, Neville abruptly pulled out of Harry's arse, and--with just a light touch of his hand--spilled his seed all over the small of Harry's back. Right on top of the little tattoo of the Sword of Gryffindor, matching the tattoo on Neville's back.