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said_scarlett) wrote2004-03-13 01:14 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-03-13 01:14 pm
Challenge Fic
Title: Bedroom Games
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Warning: Slash, double penetration, sex toys
Summary: Harry is reluctant to try something new. Remus changes his mind. PWP.
“I promise it won’t hurt,” Remus urged, nibbling gently at Harry’s neck.
“I dunno…” There was a note of doubt in the younger man’s voice, and he was holding himself slightly away from his older lover.
“Trust me, Harry,” Remus continued, fingers running along Harry’s spine. “Just try it. Please?”
“I really don’t think the human body’s meant to…er..stretch that way.”
“Yes it is. Just…lay back, alright? I promise we can stop if you don‘t like it.”
“Alright…”
It was clear that Harry was agreeing only reluctantly. He lay back, propping himself up on a pair of large pillows. Remus knelt between his legs, licking his lips as he let his eyes wander over the younger man’s body. He loved when Harry was presented for him like this, legs bent and spread.
“Just relax, Remus urged, reaching for a small jar. He knew Harry was hesitant, but he chalked it up to lack of experience. Only two years out of Hogwarts, Harry’s sexual romps were rather limited. Remus had made it his goal to expand the young Gryffindor’s sensual horizons.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt?” Harry asked, craning his head to watch as Remus coated his fingers in lubrication.
“I’m sure,” Remus assured him, slipping one finger between the cleft of his buttocks.
“So…you’ve done it then?”
Remus looked up, a momentary flash of confusion passing over his features.
“Not as such…” he admitted.
“What do you mean ‘not as such’?” A hitching note of outrage made it’s appearance.
“Well…I’ve had the equivalent, I suppose…”
“But that’s not the same!” Harry exclaimed, squirming away. “I’m supposed to take your word about something you’ve never actually done yourself?”
“I know people who’ve done it,” Remus said patiently, sliding a well oiled finger into Harry. The younger man gasped, squirming at the sudden penetration. He twisted his finger, rubbing his knuckle over Harry’s prostate.
“That’s…not the same…” Harry gasped, and Remus slipped a second finger in.
“But it means my information comes from a reliable source.” A third finger, and now Harry was panting.
“Still….isn’t…the same….”
“Hold still,” Remus warned, sliding in a fourth finger. Harry tensed, but Remus moved his fingers gently, stroking his inner walls until he relaxed.
“I’m really not sure about this…”
“I promise you, Harry, if it hurts that badly, I will stop.” Remus looked up, smiling softly. “You know I’d never hurt you Harry.”
“You said the same thing the first time we shagged, and that hurt like a bitch.”
“Er…well…it always hurts a little. And it only hurt for a bit, and you know the intention of the act wasn’t to hurt you.”
“It was just an unfortunate side effect, then?”
“Yes,” Remus stretched his fingers, watching Harry closely. “Alright…”
He sat back, coating his now hard cock with a liberal amount of lubrication. The corners of his lips turned up as he saw Harry’s own erection. He was enjoying this, for all his reluctance.
Settling down between Harry’s hips, Remus guided himself inside. He let out a small sigh at the familiar sensation of the younger man around him, thrusting a few times with enthusiasm. Harry lay back, relaxing slightly. Good.
Remus stilled his thrusts and reached for the cause of Harry’s hesitation. A perfect replica of a well endowed penis, slick and firm. Remus muttered a few words, and the thing began to vibrate. He saw Harry’s eyes go to it, felt him tense.
“Just stay relaxed,” Remus urged, bringing the toy down between his legs. He nudged the head alongside his own cock, right up against Harry’s entrance.
“Remus….”
“Just relax.”
Remus urged the head of the faux cock inside of Harry, feeling it’s slick surface press against his own cock. Harry gasped, squirming, but made no other protests.
Slowly, the toy was eased inside. Remus gasped, feeling the vibrations against his cock and the way it pressed him against Harry’s inner walls.
“Alright?” he asked.
Harry just nodded, face contorted.
“It’s….full…” he mumbled, shifting his hips.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little bit…”
“It’ll pass,” Remus assured him, beginning to move against the toy. The sensations were amazing. He closed his eyes, increasing his pace until Harry was moaning and writhing beneath him. Remus grabbed his wrists, pinning his arms down as he continued to drive into him.
“Merlin….Remus….” Harry exclaimed, arching into Remus’ thrusts.
It didn’t take long for the werewolf to reach his peak. He cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling himself into his young lover. The toy shook once, violently, before going still alongside Remus’ softening cock.
He didn’t give Harry a chance to recover. He turned his attention to Harry’s cock, pumping it with short, quick jerks of his wrist. The younger man had obviously been enjoying the new toy as much as Remus, spilling himself over Remus’ hand after a few moments of attention.
“I told you you’d like it.”
“Don’t be so smug.” Harry grinned, lying on his back and breathing heavily. Remus had taken it upon himself to clean up.
“Maybe now you’ll listen to me when I tell you that you’ll like something…”
“Maybe,” Harry said.
“Just maybe?” Remus rolled over, draping an arm over the younger man. His voice was teasing and his smile sated.
“We’ll see,” Harry promised. “But one of these days, I’d like to pick our sex games.”
“We’ll, see,” Remus responded with a wide grin.
Either way, Remus was rather certain he’d never have any complaints about his sex life.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Warning: Slash, double penetration, sex toys
Summary: Harry is reluctant to try something new. Remus changes his mind. PWP.
“I promise it won’t hurt,” Remus urged, nibbling gently at Harry’s neck.
“I dunno…” There was a note of doubt in the younger man’s voice, and he was holding himself slightly away from his older lover.
“Trust me, Harry,” Remus continued, fingers running along Harry’s spine. “Just try it. Please?”
“I really don’t think the human body’s meant to…er..stretch that way.”
“Yes it is. Just…lay back, alright? I promise we can stop if you don‘t like it.”
“Alright…”
It was clear that Harry was agreeing only reluctantly. He lay back, propping himself up on a pair of large pillows. Remus knelt between his legs, licking his lips as he let his eyes wander over the younger man’s body. He loved when Harry was presented for him like this, legs bent and spread.
“Just relax, Remus urged, reaching for a small jar. He knew Harry was hesitant, but he chalked it up to lack of experience. Only two years out of Hogwarts, Harry’s sexual romps were rather limited. Remus had made it his goal to expand the young Gryffindor’s sensual horizons.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt?” Harry asked, craning his head to watch as Remus coated his fingers in lubrication.
“I’m sure,” Remus assured him, slipping one finger between the cleft of his buttocks.
“So…you’ve done it then?”
Remus looked up, a momentary flash of confusion passing over his features.
“Not as such…” he admitted.
“What do you mean ‘not as such’?” A hitching note of outrage made it’s appearance.
“Well…I’ve had the equivalent, I suppose…”
“But that’s not the same!” Harry exclaimed, squirming away. “I’m supposed to take your word about something you’ve never actually done yourself?”
“I know people who’ve done it,” Remus said patiently, sliding a well oiled finger into Harry. The younger man gasped, squirming at the sudden penetration. He twisted his finger, rubbing his knuckle over Harry’s prostate.
“That’s…not the same…” Harry gasped, and Remus slipped a second finger in.
“But it means my information comes from a reliable source.” A third finger, and now Harry was panting.
“Still….isn’t…the same….”
“Hold still,” Remus warned, sliding in a fourth finger. Harry tensed, but Remus moved his fingers gently, stroking his inner walls until he relaxed.
“I’m really not sure about this…”
“I promise you, Harry, if it hurts that badly, I will stop.” Remus looked up, smiling softly. “You know I’d never hurt you Harry.”
“You said the same thing the first time we shagged, and that hurt like a bitch.”
“Er…well…it always hurts a little. And it only hurt for a bit, and you know the intention of the act wasn’t to hurt you.”
“It was just an unfortunate side effect, then?”
“Yes,” Remus stretched his fingers, watching Harry closely. “Alright…”
He sat back, coating his now hard cock with a liberal amount of lubrication. The corners of his lips turned up as he saw Harry’s own erection. He was enjoying this, for all his reluctance.
Settling down between Harry’s hips, Remus guided himself inside. He let out a small sigh at the familiar sensation of the younger man around him, thrusting a few times with enthusiasm. Harry lay back, relaxing slightly. Good.
Remus stilled his thrusts and reached for the cause of Harry’s hesitation. A perfect replica of a well endowed penis, slick and firm. Remus muttered a few words, and the thing began to vibrate. He saw Harry’s eyes go to it, felt him tense.
“Just stay relaxed,” Remus urged, bringing the toy down between his legs. He nudged the head alongside his own cock, right up against Harry’s entrance.
“Remus….”
“Just relax.”
Remus urged the head of the faux cock inside of Harry, feeling it’s slick surface press against his own cock. Harry gasped, squirming, but made no other protests.
Slowly, the toy was eased inside. Remus gasped, feeling the vibrations against his cock and the way it pressed him against Harry’s inner walls.
“Alright?” he asked.
Harry just nodded, face contorted.
“It’s….full…” he mumbled, shifting his hips.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little bit…”
“It’ll pass,” Remus assured him, beginning to move against the toy. The sensations were amazing. He closed his eyes, increasing his pace until Harry was moaning and writhing beneath him. Remus grabbed his wrists, pinning his arms down as he continued to drive into him.
“Merlin….Remus….” Harry exclaimed, arching into Remus’ thrusts.
It didn’t take long for the werewolf to reach his peak. He cried out as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling himself into his young lover. The toy shook once, violently, before going still alongside Remus’ softening cock.
He didn’t give Harry a chance to recover. He turned his attention to Harry’s cock, pumping it with short, quick jerks of his wrist. The younger man had obviously been enjoying the new toy as much as Remus, spilling himself over Remus’ hand after a few moments of attention.
“I told you you’d like it.”
“Don’t be so smug.” Harry grinned, lying on his back and breathing heavily. Remus had taken it upon himself to clean up.
“Maybe now you’ll listen to me when I tell you that you’ll like something…”
“Maybe,” Harry said.
“Just maybe?” Remus rolled over, draping an arm over the younger man. His voice was teasing and his smile sated.
“We’ll see,” Harry promised. “But one of these days, I’d like to pick our sex games.”
“We’ll, see,” Remus responded with a wide grin.
Either way, Remus was rather certain he’d never have any complaints about his sex life.