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gala_apples) wrote2004-12-23 09:51 pm
gala_apples) wrote2004-12-23 09:51 pm
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for honeycakehorse
Delicacy
harry/various male weasleys.
though you've never asked specifically, i assumed since you have a harry/weasley slash archive, you'd like harry/weasley for christmas.
Harry‘s post-War life centred around the Weasleys in his life. Each member of the clan had a delicious body and Harry wanted nothing more then to taste them all.
But, as with any fine food, you had to try it in the way best suited for it. Where as Ron had to be savoured, Fred and George were devoured. Bill should be bitten, and Charlie eaten. Each form was a rare delicacy, and Harry merely a patron in a whimsical restaurant. Maybe loving all of them was wrong, but shouldn’t a gourmand love his veal as much as his venison?
***
Charlie was the Weasley with body hair. There was a silky down on his stomach, a runway from navel to groin and tight curls covering his cock. Charlie was not a man to shave, and Harry liked that, it was what made him unique. As Harry knelt on the ground, he noticed Charlie had the finest covering of almost translucent hair on his buttocks.
Harry knew Charlie was clean, whether by magic or enema Harry didn’t ask, scat play had never been his thing. So he opened his mouth and entered Charlie, who groaned. Tongue wiggling around, he finally found a spot that made Charlie scream out loud.
Then the man bit down on hairy wrist, so as to not be heard. They were in the Burrow, neither wanted to be found out. Harry smiled as much as he could, there was nothing better then eating out the strongest Weasley.
***
Harry had never had a father figure in his life. His biological father had died before he had been given a chance, or at least a chance Harry could remember. Uncle Vernon was a cruel man who hated Harry, and Sirius had been more of a cool older brother. He had no one to love him, no one to reward him when he did good, no one to punish him when he was bad.
But that was all in the past.
Now he had what he needed, a Daddy. His daddy, who helped him bathe, his daddy, who bought him toys. His daddy, who punished him when he did anything bad, like accidentally calling daddy by his first name, Bill.
He would be thrown over his lap and pants tugged down. Then Harry would bite down on Bill’s upper thigh as he got spanked, tears streaming down his pale face.
***
With Fred and George, it was about accentuating the differences. In public life, they may have been identical, not only in looks, but in personality, but in private they had different ideas.
Some of the lesser differences were Fred was a biter, while George was a licker. Or Fred was a screamer, George was a moaner. Or the fact Fred always had to be in on the action, whereas George could be content with watching.
But the main difference was George liked to offer himself, he liked to be filled, and Fred liked to be in control, he liked to do the filling. It made Harry feel needed, to be in the middle of a love line. And a threeway kiss was messy, but wonderful. As much as they demanded to be different people during sex, they both had a way of kissing, a brilliant, consuming, devouring type of kiss.
***
Harry knew he would only get one night with Ron. The redhead was happily married, hell, Harry had been one of the sideline men people. He had wanted his best friend for such a long time, even before the aftermath of war, when he developed crushes on the rest of the males.
But he had gotten the freckled wonder horribly drunk, and as a drunkard, Ron was willing to talk about the past. Such as, he used to masturbate while thinking of the brunet’s thin form.
But now that wasn’t supposed to matter, because he was with his wife, and he couldn’t do anything with anyone else. But as Harry already knew, under the influence, Ron could do everything. So, he makes every single second last as long as possible, absolutely savours every single inch of Ron’s body. Because after tonight, he’ll never get the wonderful freckles and pink again.
Delicacy
harry/various male weasleys.
though you've never asked specifically, i assumed since you have a harry/weasley slash archive, you'd like harry/weasley for christmas.
Harry‘s post-War life centred around the Weasleys in his life. Each member of the clan had a delicious body and Harry wanted nothing more then to taste them all.
But, as with any fine food, you had to try it in the way best suited for it. Where as Ron had to be savoured, Fred and George were devoured. Bill should be bitten, and Charlie eaten. Each form was a rare delicacy, and Harry merely a patron in a whimsical restaurant. Maybe loving all of them was wrong, but shouldn’t a gourmand love his veal as much as his venison?
***
Charlie was the Weasley with body hair. There was a silky down on his stomach, a runway from navel to groin and tight curls covering his cock. Charlie was not a man to shave, and Harry liked that, it was what made him unique. As Harry knelt on the ground, he noticed Charlie had the finest covering of almost translucent hair on his buttocks.
Harry knew Charlie was clean, whether by magic or enema Harry didn’t ask, scat play had never been his thing. So he opened his mouth and entered Charlie, who groaned. Tongue wiggling around, he finally found a spot that made Charlie scream out loud.
Then the man bit down on hairy wrist, so as to not be heard. They were in the Burrow, neither wanted to be found out. Harry smiled as much as he could, there was nothing better then eating out the strongest Weasley.
***
Harry had never had a father figure in his life. His biological father had died before he had been given a chance, or at least a chance Harry could remember. Uncle Vernon was a cruel man who hated Harry, and Sirius had been more of a cool older brother. He had no one to love him, no one to reward him when he did good, no one to punish him when he was bad.
But that was all in the past.
Now he had what he needed, a Daddy. His daddy, who helped him bathe, his daddy, who bought him toys. His daddy, who punished him when he did anything bad, like accidentally calling daddy by his first name, Bill.
He would be thrown over his lap and pants tugged down. Then Harry would bite down on Bill’s upper thigh as he got spanked, tears streaming down his pale face.
***
With Fred and George, it was about accentuating the differences. In public life, they may have been identical, not only in looks, but in personality, but in private they had different ideas.
Some of the lesser differences were Fred was a biter, while George was a licker. Or Fred was a screamer, George was a moaner. Or the fact Fred always had to be in on the action, whereas George could be content with watching.
But the main difference was George liked to offer himself, he liked to be filled, and Fred liked to be in control, he liked to do the filling. It made Harry feel needed, to be in the middle of a love line. And a threeway kiss was messy, but wonderful. As much as they demanded to be different people during sex, they both had a way of kissing, a brilliant, consuming, devouring type of kiss.
***
Harry knew he would only get one night with Ron. The redhead was happily married, hell, Harry had been one of the sideline men people. He had wanted his best friend for such a long time, even before the aftermath of war, when he developed crushes on the rest of the males.
But he had gotten the freckled wonder horribly drunk, and as a drunkard, Ron was willing to talk about the past. Such as, he used to masturbate while thinking of the brunet’s thin form.
But now that wasn’t supposed to matter, because he was with his wife, and he couldn’t do anything with anyone else. But as Harry already knew, under the influence, Ron could do everything. So, he makes every single second last as long as possible, absolutely savours every single inch of Ron’s body. Because after tonight, he’ll never get the wonderful freckles and pink again.