Title: Public Displays of Affection..Holiday Rush, Part 11 Characters: Harry/Dennis (I promise tomorrow we will return to Charlie/Oliver) Rating: NC-17 (for semi-public, semi-sex i.e fingering) Word Count: 100 x 4
NOTE: This is a HP Rare pair series, so you won’t find Harry/Ron, Ron/Herminone, Snape/Harry (Snape/anyone actually) and who winds up with who will be revealed as we go along. Summary: Harry doesn't really mind some things being public Disclaimer: These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by: Harry Potter: JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc
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“Harry! People can see.” In spite of his fairly weak protest, Dennis didn’t move. Those fingers felt so good.
“Nah, they’re looking at Kingsley chatting up Neville. But if they were looking at us, they’d wish they were in my place.” He flexed his fingers, stretching the knickers. “So soft.”
“Silk,” Dennis gasped.
“Wasn’t talking about the knickers.” He strummed his digits along Dennis’ opening and nipped at his neck. “Smell good too.”
“But I’m not wearing any cologne.” Dennis protested.
“I know.” Harry licked the bloom rising from the flesh. “Taste good too. Wonder where else you taste good?”
Dennis did his best not to lose control then and there. In a last ditch effort, he pleaded, “We can’t. I have a party to go to.”
“Ginnys’ dessert party?” Harry slid the tip of his finger inside the tight heat.
“Ye…Yeah.” Dennis wasn’t going to last, he knew it.
“We have time. Tell me Little Bit, have you ever seen the Head Aurors’ office?” Harry drove his finger deeper
“No, but I’d like too. You gonna show me?” Dennis moaned.
“That and a lot more.” Harry nipped, then smirked as Dennis clenched then went limp around his fingers.
God, he looked gorgeous all flushed and pink. Harry debated, for a second, a quick trip to the Loo with Dennis in tow, then discarded the idea.
“Fuck, you beautiful thing, so fucking responsive you are.” He’d never been so hard in his life.
“You wanted that, liked it?” Dennis stammered.
“Fuck yeah! I’m never going to get tired of seeing you come undone for me, I can already tell.” Harry licked his lips. “You’ll love it, won’t you? Belonging to me? Won’t you Pet?”
“Oli does say I need to be taken care of.” He mused
“I’m equipped for the job.”
He pulled Dennis closed, letting him feel just how up for the task he was. “Feel that Baby? How hard you make me. You’ll get this morning, noon and night.”
“Noon?” Dennis squeaked.
“I don’t eat lunch.” Granted he planned on feeding Dennis some protein every day. “I’m going to take such good care of you and not just in bed.” There was the office, the dining room…. “.”
“Yes.” Before the sss had died, Dennis was pulled to his feet. “Where are we going?”