Title: Holiday in Romania
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Kingsley/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 451 words
Warnings/Content: oral, hand jobs, your basic naughty stuff
Summary: The Minister can never be too hands-on.
Notes: Written forangela_snape's prompt "fire, water". Thanks to torino10154 for looking over this before posting but please forgive and point out any typos/errors I might have missed. Thanks! <3
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Holiday in Romania
Kingsley groaned as he watched Charlie’s pink mouth envelope him once more. Charlie was on his knees, water from the shower sluicing over his muscled shoulders, his eyes burning hot like dragon fire as he swallowed Kingsley’s cock to the root. Thick fingers crept beneath, sliding over his balls and Kingsley couldn’t hold back any longer. Squeezing Charlie’s hair tightly in his fists, he came with a shout and Charlie drunk it all down, his adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks hollowed out to suck out every last drop.
Charlie withdrew with a soft pop and grinned.
“You really should holiday in Romania more often, Minister.”
“You do make a strong case for it.” Kingsley replied once he caught his breath. He tugged Charlie to his feet and pulled him close, catching Charlie’s erection tight against his belly. “Now let me take care of you, and later we can discuss periodic inspections of your dragon reserve.”
Kingsley slid his hand beneath their bodies and wrapped a fist around Charlie’s cock, holding it tightly so he could feel Charlie throb.
“The Minister can never be too hands-on,” Kingsley rasped.
“Too right,” Charlie breathed. He captured Kingsley’s lips in a rough kiss and begin rolling his hips, but Kingsley held him steady, giving him only the barest hint of friction. He slid his tongue into Charlie’s mouth and groaned when he found his taste there.
“Come on,” Charlie whimpered against Kingsley’s lips, and Kingsley hushed him with another deep lingering kiss, finally letting his fist slide down Charlie’s shaft and back up again in a slow easy pace. Charlie rutted against him, but Kingsley grabbed his hip, yanking him still.
“I can give you what you want now,” Kingsley rumbled lowly, lips sliding along Charlie’s jaw. “Or you can wait, and I can fuck you.”
“Fuck,” Charlie exhaled. His hands skidded along Kingsley’s biceps, fingers curling into his skin. “Any reason we can’t do both?”
Kingsley smiled against Charlie’s neck and begin stroking Charlie in a quick tight pace, until he felt Charlie’s knees buckle. Gobs of white splashed over Kingsley’s fingers, a few drops smearing against his stomach.
“As Minister, I do aim to please.”
Charlie sagged against him with a satisfied sigh. “Mmm, well you’ve got my vote. Bedroom now?”
“Yes.”
Charlie straightened, turned to shut off the shower and slid open the curtain to step out into the bathroom proper. Kingsley held back just for a moment, his eyes raking down the strong line of Charlie’s back, his gaze lingering on the nice firm muscles of his bottom before dropping down to admire Charlie’s thighs.
“Coming?” Charlie asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Kingsley’s lips slid into a slanted smile. “Definitely.”
-Fin-
Fic Index
Author:
sdkFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Kingsley/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 451 words
Warnings/Content: oral, hand jobs, your basic naughty stuff
Summary: The Minister can never be too hands-on.
Notes: Written for
angela_snape's prompt "fire, water". Thanks to torino10154 for looking over this before posting but please forgive and point out any typos/errors I might have missed. Thanks! <3Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Holiday in Romania
Kingsley groaned as he watched Charlie’s pink mouth envelope him once more. Charlie was on his knees, water from the shower sluicing over his muscled shoulders, his eyes burning hot like dragon fire as he swallowed Kingsley’s cock to the root. Thick fingers crept beneath, sliding over his balls and Kingsley couldn’t hold back any longer. Squeezing Charlie’s hair tightly in his fists, he came with a shout and Charlie drunk it all down, his adam’s apple bobbing, cheeks hollowed out to suck out every last drop.
Charlie withdrew with a soft pop and grinned.
“You really should holiday in Romania more often, Minister.”
“You do make a strong case for it.” Kingsley replied once he caught his breath. He tugged Charlie to his feet and pulled him close, catching Charlie’s erection tight against his belly. “Now let me take care of you, and later we can discuss periodic inspections of your dragon reserve.”
Kingsley slid his hand beneath their bodies and wrapped a fist around Charlie’s cock, holding it tightly so he could feel Charlie throb.
“The Minister can never be too hands-on,” Kingsley rasped.
“Too right,” Charlie breathed. He captured Kingsley’s lips in a rough kiss and begin rolling his hips, but Kingsley held him steady, giving him only the barest hint of friction. He slid his tongue into Charlie’s mouth and groaned when he found his taste there.
“Come on,” Charlie whimpered against Kingsley’s lips, and Kingsley hushed him with another deep lingering kiss, finally letting his fist slide down Charlie’s shaft and back up again in a slow easy pace. Charlie rutted against him, but Kingsley grabbed his hip, yanking him still.
“I can give you what you want now,” Kingsley rumbled lowly, lips sliding along Charlie’s jaw. “Or you can wait, and I can fuck you.”
“Fuck,” Charlie exhaled. His hands skidded along Kingsley’s biceps, fingers curling into his skin. “Any reason we can’t do both?”
Kingsley smiled against Charlie’s neck and begin stroking Charlie in a quick tight pace, until he felt Charlie’s knees buckle. Gobs of white splashed over Kingsley’s fingers, a few drops smearing against his stomach.
“As Minister, I do aim to please.”
Charlie sagged against him with a satisfied sigh. “Mmm, well you’ve got my vote. Bedroom now?”
“Yes.”
Charlie straightened, turned to shut off the shower and slid open the curtain to step out into the bathroom proper. Kingsley held back just for a moment, his eyes raking down the strong line of Charlie’s back, his gaze lingering on the nice firm muscles of his bottom before dropping down to admire Charlie’s thighs.
“Coming?” Charlie asked, glancing over his shoulder.
Kingsley’s lips slid into a slanted smile. “Definitely.”
-Fin-
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