. (ex_harleen425) wrote in hp_prompts, @ 2007-09-19 17:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | adult, drabble, slash |
Fic: Drabble: Making Up, Fred/George, NC-17
Title: Making Up
Author: Harleen harleen
Pairings: Fred/George
Word Count: 285
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Twincest
Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this.
Summary: The best part of fighting is making up.
Author's Notes: Written for hp_prompts, this week's prompt: a fight. Another self-beta, all mistakes are my own. Cross-posted at my journal and at various places.
"Mmmm, yeah. Just like that."
Fred was gasping and moaning as George's hand found just the right rhythm. It always amazed him, how alike they were, yet there was a very subtle difference in how the other liked to be touched.
George gave a gasp of his own as Fred's fingers worked their magic on his shaft. Looking down, he saw their identical hands giving each other the same treatment, which aroused him even further. There was no way they could feel wrong about this, when it felt so very right.
He could sense that his brother was getting close, and he moved so that he was whispering in Fred's ear.
"That's it, big brother. Tell me, do you like this?"
Fred shuddered at George's words. "Yeah...feels so fucking good..." he purred, his hand working his brother's cock harder and faster.
George felt his brother's shudder, and sped up his own movements. "Yeah, Freddie...be a good boy and come for me, love," he said, feeling the tension building within himself.
A few strokes later and Fred was arching up. "God, George...fuck, yes!" he cried out, throwing his head back as he spurted all over his twin's hand.
"Such a good boy...fuck!" George echoed, following Fred just a few seconds later.
Fred reached over and caught George's lips with his own, and they snogged for a good minute or so before breaking apart.
George looked over at Fred, giving him a crooked half-smile. "You know what the best part of fighting is?" he asked.
"Making up?" Fred replied, returning the grin.
"Exactly, brother mine," George answered, reaching over to snog Fred again.