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traintracks) wrote2012-10-21 11:52 am
traintracks) wrote2012-10-21 11:52 am
"Versicolor", Harry/Teddy, NC-17
Title: Versicolor
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traintracks777
Pairing: Harry/Teddy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100
Content: anal sex, godfather/godson, Teddy's age unspecified
Summary: Sometimes, Harry gets distracted.
Written for harry100's prompt, 'versicolor'. Sorry for the unimaginative title, but it's a really cool word!
A/N: For some reason, I can't post to DW. I can't get a cursor in the text box. Don't know if I'll be able to post this to the comm or not. Just sayin'.
I should be concentrating on how his ass feels around my cock, but all I can do is stare into his eyes. Teddy’s knees are near his ears, the sweat on his legs sticking the hair down. He’s staring up at me like I’m a god to be feared, yet he’s hard and leaking all over his stomach and his eyes are going from neon-green to lilac to bronze to indigo: love-lust, worship, sanguinity, adoration.
“Please…Harry, come in me,” he whispers.
Instead I slow. If only to see the torture turn those eyes jade.
To make him even more mine.
Author:
traintracks777Pairing: Harry/Teddy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 100
Content: anal sex, godfather/godson, Teddy's age unspecified
Summary: Sometimes, Harry gets distracted.
Written for harry100's prompt, 'versicolor'. Sorry for the unimaginative title, but it's a really cool word!
A/N: For some reason, I can't post to DW. I can't get a cursor in the text box. Don't know if I'll be able to post this to the comm or not. Just sayin'.
I should be concentrating on how his ass feels around my cock, but all I can do is stare into his eyes. Teddy’s knees are near his ears, the sweat on his legs sticking the hair down. He’s staring up at me like I’m a god to be feared, yet he’s hard and leaking all over his stomach and his eyes are going from neon-green to lilac to bronze to indigo: love-lust, worship, sanguinity, adoration.
“Please…Harry, come in me,” he whispers.
Instead I slow. If only to see the torture turn those eyes jade.
To make him even more mine.