just as unpleasant in person (swtalmnd) wrote in pornish_pixies, @ 2008-06-13 18:10:00 |
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LONG: A Matter of Size (Snape/Harry, NC-17)
Title: A Matter of Size
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 5252
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Crack, Chan (16), voyeurism
Summary: Harry has a small boy's fascination for big things.
Notes: Thanks to swtalmnd_fic for the beta love!
Harry was small. He had resigned himself to this fact years ago, but he'd been feeling it a lot more acutely since Ron hit yet another growth spurt and topped six feet now. Even Hermione had easily half a head over Harry, and she was a girl!
"I'm heading for the showers," said Harry, ducking away from yet another of Hermione's attempts to make his hair behave, now that she could see the top of it.
Ron started shoving his things in his bag, eyes still looking a bit stunned from the tongue-lashing Hermione had given him over the quality of his Potions essay. "Oi, wait up, I'll go with you," he said.
Harry chuckled, but waited patiently; Ron must be desperate to escape, he'd been avoiding the busy times in the boys' loo for a while now, claiming that he hated having to look over the stall tops and down at the other blokes, now that he'd grown so tall. "Come on, then," he said, leading Ron upstairs.
"Bloody hell," said Ron, flopping onto his bed while Harry gathered his bathrobe, towel, flannel and pyjamas, "I thought she'd never let up."
Harry let out a snort and gave Ron's foot a kick. "Come on, grab your stuff and let's get going. She'll just come find you if you don't."
Ron sighed, but got up since they both knew it was true. The boys' loo was literally the only place in the castle they were safe from Hermione, since girls could easily invade the boys' dorms, and she was also a Prefect. "When you're right, you're right," he said mournfully, pulling out his things and rolling them into a messy bundle.
"I'm always right," said Harry, leading the way through the magic door. No matter what floor of Gryffindor Tower they left from, they ended up in the same big bathroom filled with boys of all ages from their House. Girls couldn't even cross the threshold, and there were no other entrances that Harry knew of, which he found very comforting as he shed his clothes and ducked into one of the shower stalls.
He washed himself quickly, barely looking down at the other place he was smaller than average, at least from what he could see in glimpses when he eyed up the other boys. He was barely ready to acknowledge to himself that he'd rather look at naked boys than naked girls, and he certainly wasn't up for getting caught ogling in the showers, so he was very careful to just glance casually about and take in whatever sights his eyes passed over. Sadly, this had yet to include Seamus, who had grown quite fit, but for some reason he kept getting eyefuls of Neville's plump, round arse and decently sized cock and balls hanging below a soft belly.
Ah, well. Harry emerged from the shower with his thoughts full of pricks and bollocks as usual, one towel wrapped tightly around his waist and the other held casually in front to disguise the sad little tent he was making. He sat on the bench and let out a sigh, glancing over to the showers just in time to see Ron step out in a cloud of steam, his lone towel busy in his hair while his cock and balls swung free. Harry's eyes got big and he couldn't seem to stop staring at the thick, heavy cock, soft but impressively long anyway where it rested on low-hanging, ginger-furred balls, the curls dusted with shining droplets of water.
Harry licked his lips, but managed to tear his eyes away before anyone could notice and out him for eyeing his best friend's meat and two veg like they were really on the menu. "Oi, cover your arse!" yelled one of the fifth years, and Ron laughed and flipped him off.
Harry sighed again and slipped into his pyjama top with a feeling of doom. "He's just jealous," he joked to Ron, looking at his towel despondently.
"As he should be," said Ron, giving his package an obscene little heft that made Harry want to whimper, or perhaps just kneel down in worship. His prick looked even bigger up close, fat and juicy as a sausage, and Harry had to bite his lip to keep from licking it just to see if it tasted as good as it looked.
Neville walked up, pyjamas thankfully already on, and gave Ron a punch in the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, now put it away, you're scaring the Firsties," he said with a chuckle.
Ron and Harry echoed his laugh, though Harry's was a bit strained as he took advantage of the distraction to slip into his own pants. Ron dried off the rest of the way and then got dressed, the moment forgotten by nearly everyone.
Everyone except Harry, anyway. He closed himself up in his bed as soon as they got back, smacking himself on the forehead hard enough to rattle his brains. Unfortunately, the images of Ron's lovely, fat cock were still there when his vision cleared. "I'm doomed," said Harry dolefully, hand already sliding down into his pyjamas.
He might be doomed, but he was still sixteen, and horny was horny. At least he remembered to put up a silencing charm before he got very far along, or else he might have had even more explaining to do. He couldn't imagine Lavender would ever let him live it down if she knew he'd moaned her boyfriend's name while wanking.
He banished the mess, then buried his face in the pillow and moaned for a different reason.
"Totally, completely doomed."