agneskamilla (agneskamilla) wrote in harry100, @ 2012-06-03 13:00:00 |
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Current mood: | bouncy |
Entry tags: | pairing: harry/severus, wta prompt 1: hogwarts era, wta prompt 2: post-hogwarts era, wta prompt 3: 19 years later, wta prompt 4: post-epilogue |
Some things never change...
Title: Some things never change...
Author: agneskamilla
Word Count: 4×100
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: R
Challenge:harry100's prompts: WTA #1 - Hogwarts Era,WTA #2: Post-Hogwarts Era, WTA #3: nineteen years later,
WTA #4 - Post-Epilogue Era combined with Challenge Prompt 82: Who: The Object of My Desire
Warning: lots of self-pleasuring?
Disclaimer: JK owns everything. I'm just having fun, without any money involved.
AN: Sorry, I was lazy so this is a four-in-one :)
He knew he hadn’t got much time before somebody interrupts.
He was stroking his manhood as his thoughts strayed. In his fantasy, the hand on his cock was white, so white, with long, bony fingers, and the other spidery hand grabbed his testicles and fondled them with confident motions and...
Harry gasped and came violently. Alone. On the shower’s tiled wall.
“Harry?” Ron was calling for him. “Come on, hurry up, we will be late from breakfast!”
Oh yeah. The perfect way to start a new day.
...
Harry was in a hurry, sadly.
In the Auror Training Camp alone times were rare and precious.
It was the middle of the night and he was wanking himself in the loo.
In his fantasy he was pressed against a stone wall, strong arms pinned him to the wall, a long, sinewy thigh was pressed between his legs. Stubble rubbed his skin as a mouth devoured him, leaving love bites along his neck and collarbone. A long and lean body leaned into him, its unexpected heat boiling Harry’s blood.
He suppressed a moan as he came all over his hand.
...
Auror Harry Potter was laying in his bathtub, one hand frantically grinding his shaft, the other pinching and twisting his abused left nipple. His eyes were closed, his mouth open. In his mind’s eyes he saw somebody else maltreating his nipple. A thin mouth sucked it in; sharp teeth nipped it to hardness. Than that sinful mouth travelled down to his erection and slowly, torturously swallowed him down, enveloped him in its hot, wet tightness.
With that thought, Harry climaxed. Hard. And guiltily.
Harry sighed and got out of the tub.
He had to put the boys on the train.
...
Harry was spread out on his bed. One hand caressing the underside of his erection, the other hand’s three fingers up in the arse. He was quite a sight, believe me.
With eyes closed, he heard a smoky voice in his ear.
“You impatient brat. Couldn’t wait for me, now could you?”
Harry moaned as he felt the feather light kisses on his mouth, his jaw, down his neck. He imagined those silver strands caressing his skin.
He opened his eyes as a slightly wrinkled white hand squeezed his cock.
“Severus” he breathed. No need for a fantasy picture anymore.