fantasia_mod (fantasia_mod) wrote in fall_fantasia, @ 2008-09-14 11:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic post08 |
Fantasy #14 for irana
Once again, I'd like to apologize for the technical difficulties of this morning. We now return to our regular porny schedule.
Title: Do It For Him
Author: amightypenguin
Recipient: irana
Pairing: Surprise
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5385
Summary: Three isn’t really a crowd…
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything here. I wish I did!
Highlight for Warnings: *porntasticness*
AN: (optional) Big thanks to sassy_cissa for the beta and help!
“Come on,” Bill murmured, nuzzling Harry’s ear as they lay tangled in the sheets of their bed.
“I told you mine.”
“With no prompting from me,” Harry said with a laugh. “I didn’t start it.”
“I’m curious,” Bill replied, pulling back a bit. “It can’t be that bad.”
Harry rolled his eyes and stared at his ceiling. No, it wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact, as far as fantasies went, it was pretty normal. He just didn’t want Bill to get the wrong idea. Bill, still seeing Harry’s hesitation, sat up and turned to him. Crossing his legs underneath himself, he gave Harry a contemplative look.
“Does it involve…chains?” he asked.
Startled, Harry snorted. “No.”
“Food?”
“No.”
“Toys?”
“We already do that, Bill.”
“Right,” Bill bit his lower lip, looking deliciously adorable. Harry grinned in spite of himself. As far as lovers went, he’d hit the jackpot. Not only was Bill great in bed, but he was a good person as well. He balanced Harry perfectly. When Harry would fall into a melancholy mood, which happened more than people thought, Bill would pull him back. When Harry became unaccountably angry, Bill would calm him down.
He was also incredibly open-minded. This wasn’t the first conversation they’d had about fantasies. This time was different, however, because they’d pretty much tried everything they could think of and Bill could sense, with that weird way he had, that Harry was hiding something.
“Whips?”
“Whips?” Harry repeated incredulously. “Absolutely not!”
“I’m just trying to think about what would be so horrible that you couldn’t even vocalize it,” Bill said.
“It’s not horrible!” Harry snapped. “It’s just not a big priority!”
Harry huffed and turned his back to his lover, suddenly wishing the conversation was over. Why did it matter? Why did Bill always have to push?
The mattress dipped behind him and suddenly a long, freckled arm wrapped around him. Bill nuzzled Harry’s neck, breathing lightly on the skin and making him shiver.
“I know it’s not a big priority,” Bill whispered. “But I love seeing you get what you want, and I’m here to give it to you. Don’t you trust me?”
Harry sighed and laced his fingers together with Bill’s much larger ones. Did he dare say it? Did he dare…admit that he had those thoughts?
“You have to swear not to jump to conclusions,” Harry warned, tightening his hand.
“I swear,” Bill replied.
Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said, “Iwanabeinathrsm.”
“Sorry,” Bill said, his shaking chest proving he was trying not to laugh. “I didn’t catch that.”
“Gods,” Harry groaned. “I want to be in a threesome!”
Bill, in a move that was entirely un-Bill-like, didn’t say a word. He was silent for so long that Harry feared he had done exactly what he had been afraid of – offended his lover. He finally turned to face the other man, bracing himself for rejection. But Bill didn’t look angry. Instead, he looked thoughtful.
“Well?” Harry said uncertainly.
Bill’s sky-blue eyes turned to his and he smiled. “Sorry,” he said. “I was just thinking about who would be the best to join us.”
“You…You’re not angry?” Harry asked.
“Angry?” Bill echoed, looking confused. “Why would I be angry?”
Harry shifted uncomfortably, turning his attention back to the ceiling. “I was worried that you’d think I was trying to replace you or something.”
“I don’t think that at all, Harry,” Bill said soothingly, setting his head on Harry’s shoulder. “I know what you want.”
“Do you?” Harry asked, amused.
“Oh, I do,” Bill murmured. His mouth traveled to Harry’s ear. “You want to feel skin on all sides. You want me to watch you, and you want to watch me.”
Harry shuddered. How did the man know exactly what was going on in Harry’s brain without him having to say a word? Bill wrapped his arm around him again and pulled him close.
“I’d love to watch you with someone else,” Bill said lowly. “I’d love to watch someone else take you and have you look at me the whole time.”
Harry moaned, the image sending heat straight to his groin. Bill’s hand slid beneath the covers and ghosted over Harry’s hips.
“Would you like to watch me with another?” Bill asked, dipping his fingers beneath Harry’s pajama bottoms. “Would you like to see me pound into someone else while I watch you touch yourself?”
Harry groaned and turned his head, capturing Bill’s lips roughly. They could talk about it later, but now he needed Bill’s mouth to do something other than talk. Bill allowed him to take over his mouth for just long enough for Harry to reach that lovely moment when he stopped thinking before pulling back.
“Come on,” Bill said with a light smack to Harry’s arse. “We gotta get moving to make it to McGonagall’s funeral.”