FIC: Naughty (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle: Naughty
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Harry Potter
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Rating: R
Word Count: 639
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything.
Challenge: A![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pervy_werewolf Christmas Kink 2006 stocking stuffer. Written for stepps who asked for "Harry/Remus, object insertion."
Summary: Unusual noises from Harry's bedroom cause Remus some concern.
Notes: Thanks tobitofaspaz for the quick beta and feedback!
Naughty
When Harry reappeared at Grimmald Place with his arms full of parcels and disappeared upstairs to his bedroom after a long day of Christmas shopping, Remus thought nothing of it. He smiled to himself as Harry bolted down his supper later that evening and rushed upstairs again, slamming the door. Even though Harry always forgot about Locking Charms, Remus would never think of barging in on someone who was likely to be wrapping gifts and other such secretive activities.
What did give Remus pause for thought were the noises coming from Harry's room. They weren't typical holiday-type noises. Not the sound of spell-casting in the low voice that had lost all hints of boyishness and been replaced with a deeper, resonant tone. Not the sounds of crisp paper and Slicing Charms, nor even those Muggle stissor-things Harry liked to use.
No, he heard moans. Soft, deep moans, and occasionally the hum of something like a fly but lower.
At first Remus had thought that the moans must be wanking, but he was confused by the strange buzzing noise, and when the moans turned into gasps, he knew something must be wrong. Harry did not sound like that when he was wanking – Remus had certainly heard him often enough, with these thin walls and his extra-sensitive hearing. There was no frantic gasping when Harry got himself off, alone.
When his "Harry, are you all right?" inquiry through the door was answered only by a louder gasp, Remus knew he needed to enter. Too many items in the Black House would always be Dark, no matter how long the two of them lived there – something could be seriously wrong. Remus tried not to remember that awful night just after the war when he'd awoken with his bed linens trying to strangle him and had only been saved by Harry's quick thinking.
So Remus dashed in, fearing for Harry's life and not-so-secretly longing to play the hero himself, for once. Only to see Harry sprawled on the bed, groaning indeed, but clearly not under attack.
Well, Remus was fairly certain he wasn't under attack. Harry was naked and one hand was furiously yanking at his prick while the other gripped a smooth pink cylinder that he kept thrusting in and out of his arse while it made the buzzing noise.
Or perhaps that was the sound of Remus' brain spontaneously exploding with the thought of nakedHarrycockWANT.
Either way, Harry didn't seem to be in danger of anything but a rather explosive orgasm, unless the pink buzzing object was actually hurting Harry, and that seemed rather doubtful in Remus' estimation.
He planned to back out and shut the door, but before his brain could act on that impulse Harry opened his eyes on a particularly deep thrust in. Their eyes locked as Harry arched his back and licked his lips.
"Er..." was all Remus found himself capable of saying as his brain overloaded with excuses and embarrassment and lust,ohMerlinyesplease.
"Mmmm..." Harry didn't seem to be expecting an excuse for Remus' presence. He let his eyes close, a slight smile pulling at his lips as his hands kept at their respective tasks. "I bought a little something, ah, for myself today," he panted. "Got everyone else's, oh yeah, gifts and then, mmm, a little present for me..." His eyes glazed over as he planted his feet firmly on the bed and started moving his hips, up into his fist and down into the vibrator.
Remus might have groaned.
Suddenly Harry stopped. It took Remus an unprecedented length of time to refocus on Harry's face, which was smiling.
"But I'd much rather have you for Christmas," he said.
Well. Who was Remus to say no to a bit of early gift-giving? After all, he'd been very nice all year and deserved a bit of naughty.
~end~
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Pairing: Remus Lupin/Harry Potter
Author:
salixbabylonRating: R
Word Count: 639
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything.
Challenge: A
pervy_werewolf Christmas Kink 2006 stocking stuffer. Written for stepps who asked for "Harry/Remus, object insertion."Summary: Unusual noises from Harry's bedroom cause Remus some concern.
Notes: Thanks to
bitofaspaz for the quick beta and feedback!When Harry reappeared at Grimmald Place with his arms full of parcels and disappeared upstairs to his bedroom after a long day of Christmas shopping, Remus thought nothing of it. He smiled to himself as Harry bolted down his supper later that evening and rushed upstairs again, slamming the door. Even though Harry always forgot about Locking Charms, Remus would never think of barging in on someone who was likely to be wrapping gifts and other such secretive activities.
What did give Remus pause for thought were the noises coming from Harry's room. They weren't typical holiday-type noises. Not the sound of spell-casting in the low voice that had lost all hints of boyishness and been replaced with a deeper, resonant tone. Not the sounds of crisp paper and Slicing Charms, nor even those Muggle stissor-things Harry liked to use.
No, he heard moans. Soft, deep moans, and occasionally the hum of something like a fly but lower.
At first Remus had thought that the moans must be wanking, but he was confused by the strange buzzing noise, and when the moans turned into gasps, he knew something must be wrong. Harry did not sound like that when he was wanking – Remus had certainly heard him often enough, with these thin walls and his extra-sensitive hearing. There was no frantic gasping when Harry got himself off, alone.
When his "Harry, are you all right?" inquiry through the door was answered only by a louder gasp, Remus knew he needed to enter. Too many items in the Black House would always be Dark, no matter how long the two of them lived there – something could be seriously wrong. Remus tried not to remember that awful night just after the war when he'd awoken with his bed linens trying to strangle him and had only been saved by Harry's quick thinking.
So Remus dashed in, fearing for Harry's life and not-so-secretly longing to play the hero himself, for once. Only to see Harry sprawled on the bed, groaning indeed, but clearly not under attack.
Well, Remus was fairly certain he wasn't under attack. Harry was naked and one hand was furiously yanking at his prick while the other gripped a smooth pink cylinder that he kept thrusting in and out of his arse while it made the buzzing noise.
Or perhaps that was the sound of Remus' brain spontaneously exploding with the thought of nakedHarrycockWANT.
Either way, Harry didn't seem to be in danger of anything but a rather explosive orgasm, unless the pink buzzing object was actually hurting Harry, and that seemed rather doubtful in Remus' estimation.
He planned to back out and shut the door, but before his brain could act on that impulse Harry opened his eyes on a particularly deep thrust in. Their eyes locked as Harry arched his back and licked his lips.
"Er..." was all Remus found himself capable of saying as his brain overloaded with excuses and embarrassment and lust,ohMerlinyesplease.
"Mmmm..." Harry didn't seem to be expecting an excuse for Remus' presence. He let his eyes close, a slight smile pulling at his lips as his hands kept at their respective tasks. "I bought a little something, ah, for myself today," he panted. "Got everyone else's, oh yeah, gifts and then, mmm, a little present for me..." His eyes glazed over as he planted his feet firmly on the bed and started moving his hips, up into his fist and down into the vibrator.
Remus might have groaned.
Suddenly Harry stopped. It took Remus an unprecedented length of time to refocus on Harry's face, which was smiling.
"But I'd much rather have you for Christmas," he said.
Well. Who was Remus to say no to a bit of early gift-giving? After all, he'd been very nice all year and deserved a bit of naughty.
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Date: 2006-12-23 07:53 pm (UTC)wow. hot.
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Date: 2006-12-24 05:15 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, sweetie!
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Date: 2006-12-24 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-24 05:23 pm (UTC)Yeah, I think Harry's been tormenting Remus a bit. I mean, the Black house is old - the walls can't be *that* thin. Then again, maybe somebody's been straining to listen... *g*
I didn't know you read HP - thanks for reading this one!
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Date: 2007-07-27 08:25 pm (UTC)*whimpers*
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Date: 2009-10-10 04:04 pm (UTC)Thanks!
MARTA
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Date: 2009-10-12 05:19 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!