opaquevision (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} opaquevision) wrote,@ 2006-09-05 15:38:00 |
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| Entry tags: | ew/dm, hp/ss |
Two Smutty Ficlets: LOTR RPS and HP
Five Ways Elijah Wants To Take Dom:
LOTR RPS
EW/DM
R
In order of preference, Elijah would opt first for somewhere semi-public, yet still inconspicuous. For example, there was that one time at the small theater in one of the remote towns in New Zealand, where neither were recognized, and Dom shoved his head to his lap shortly after the first preview. He wouldn’t change that, but instead of a repeat performance, Elijah would prefer Dom on his knees, his hips thrusting into that dirty mouth.
Second, Elijah generally prefers Dom on his knees these days, or sometimes, lying on his stomach. They tried it once with Dom bent over the hood of Elijah’s car, but he was on his back then, and it was their first time in the role reversal.
The third glimmer in his eye would have to be Dom, blindfolded and spreadeagled, standing against the wall, his back glistening with sweat and saliva as Elijah licked over every curve of muscle and skin on a hot, humid Hawaiian day.
Number four would be plain missionary style … on his mother’s four poster bed, while Billy charmed Debbie in the kitchen, one floor beneath the bedroom, and Hannah loaded her delicate whites in the washer down the hall.
Elijah licked his lips. The fifth would involve Billy, perhaps even Orlando – and several extras, because only two pretty fanboys away makes one’s fantasy harem. There would have to be silk, and a camera for the keepsake memory. In this, he would play the spoiled sheik and Dom, his willing, though petulant slave.
The sixth … well. Why stop with five, after all?
Severus Snape's Five Ways to Entertain Himself on a Slow Day in the Dungeons
Harry Potter
HP/SS
R
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Their wartime fucks were always frantic and rushed, both still clothed and Harry’s stomach pressed against something solid – a wall, a desk. The usual. Once, Severus had him draped over the marble pedestal of Merlin’s statue in a rural nowhere in the middle of somewhere. Pithy details. Though the war has ended, it seems that old habits die hard. He thinks, then, it might be appropriate to begin the day, first, with both of them naked in Severus’s bed and lying languidly in each other's arms …. He thinks again. Why fix what isn’t broken? He’s never taken Harry propped against the bathroom sink. Not first thing in the morning, anyway.
Several weeks ago, Harry discovered the hidden passage to an old, forgotten torture chamber just west of the potions classroom. The rack is still in pristine condition, and Harry's never required much convincing – particularly when Severus has his hand buried in the folds of Harry’s robes, rubbing against his crotch. Severus can’t help the arch in his brow, a reflex: it may prove to be amusing.
In fact, Harry once mentioned candles and wax and … Severus was sure he referred to ropes as well. That should suffice as the third item for the day.
Fourth … ah. He’ll finally agree to Harry’s enduring school boy fantasy and even surface from the dungeons. Why not take advantage of the students’s absence? It’s been years, after all, since he enjoyed a soak in the prefect’s bath. Indeed, not since he and Lupin’s secret, drunken tryst. And he’ll have to hex that wretched, wailing ghost so they can have some privacy … On the other hand, an audience may prove stimulating.
Severus shifted to a more comfortable position as one leg nudged its way in between both of his and Harry, still asleep, nuzzled against his chest. The fifth was easy. It was how they always ended up, tangled in the sheets and Harry begging for release. A nightcap. They recall their day to each other. Sometimes he rises first and offers his hand to Harry. Other times, it’s Harry. Though, more often, they tumble from the sofa already entangled, and blindly grope their way to the bedroom. He considers something more … creative? Harry’s arm snaked around his waist. He dismisses the thought. There was comfort in their routine and it sparked spontaneity. And he never can get enough of Harry’s fevered confessions.
Why fix what isn’t broken, after all?
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