A) The way his wand just snaps into his hand, more like an extension of his arm, the perfect conduit for his frankly frightening magical power. To be blunt, it's bloody hot, seeing him face down a Dark wizard, his eyes all smouldering, and the air around him crackling with magic and menace.
Yeeeees!!!
B) (And okay, this is a long B) I can't believe the sounds he makes when I reach around and touch him – like someone drowning. He feels enormous in my hand and his mouth falls open and sags slackly as I guide the head in. The angle is awkward, but I'm pretty supple, and– Oh, hell. Fucking– fuck. That's– uhhh. For a moment I almost think it's too much, and then my own legs tremble and threaten to give way, so I let gravity do the rest of the work, sliding snugly down the full length of him, until every single stunning inch is inside me.
I'm instantly overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness. By the stretch. The burn and the ache and the sheer fucking divine madness of having Auror Potter deep inside me. I grip the back of the chair so as not to topple off right onto the floor, let my head fall back, and concentrate on my breathing, huffing out in short bursts until my body begins to stop fighting against the intrusion.
When I feel able, I straighten up a little and take a look at him. God, the bliss written all over his face. The gratitude. He looks like he's having some sort of spiritual experience. Fuck, I think this might be his first time. First time with a bloke, anyway. I feel a throb of triumph run right through me.
The lenses of his glasses are getting steamed and misty. I slide them off his nose and toss them in the direction of the table. I don't think he's even aware of me doing it.
His lips are moving as a low stream of sounds emerge. “Oh god, oh god, oh, oh, oh, god, oh god, oh, oh, oh god.”
I move just a little, a mere experimental wriggle, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. I want to laugh at the heady power of my position. To have him pinned under me, looking like he can't believe his luck, as if he might pass out with the wonder of it all. When I imagined being with him... it was never like this. Such an intimate way to fuck.
This whole section. So, here's this incredibly powerful Auror Harry -- exhibit A -- and he's a VIRGIN. And omg, his response here is so GORGEOUS and I want simultaneously to hug him and watch him POUND THE FUCK out of this kid.
C) Something dark crosses his face, and then I get about a second's warning as his arms tense, the muscles straining as he braces me and takes my weight. He hefts me up and shuffles towards his desk, setting me down near the edge. Then he thrusts into me so hard that for a moment I can't breathe.
It's just as I always knew it could be. His face is serious as he drives into me relentlessly, rolling his hips and pulling me onto his cock again and again with ruthless strokes. I realise I've been fooling myself that I had him where I wanted him, but I've never been put in my place so suddenly and thoroughly. And, Salazar, it's close to perfection. I give it up completely, let him use my body as he wishes and, oh, boy, does he know how to use it. Auror Potter is a bloody animal. I wonder dreamily if he's always like this.
And then I'm just back to yeeeeeeesss!!!!
This shit's amazing. Let's not even talk about Harry wanking at his desk, because COME ON! The end.
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Date: 2015-02-26 04:23 pm (UTC)Yeeeees!!!
B) (And okay, this is a long B) I can't believe the sounds he makes when I reach around and touch him – like someone drowning. He feels enormous in my hand and his mouth falls open and sags slackly as I guide the head in. The angle is awkward, but I'm pretty supple, and– Oh, hell. Fucking– fuck. That's– uhhh. For a moment I almost think it's too much, and then my own legs tremble and threaten to give way, so I let gravity do the rest of the work, sliding snugly down the full length of him, until every single stunning inch is inside me.
I'm instantly overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness. By the stretch. The burn and the ache and the sheer fucking divine madness of having Auror Potter deep inside me. I grip the back of the chair so as not to topple off right onto the floor, let my head fall back, and concentrate on my breathing, huffing out in short bursts until my body begins to stop fighting against the intrusion.
When I feel able, I straighten up a little and take a look at him. God, the bliss written all over his face. The gratitude. He looks like he's having some sort of spiritual experience. Fuck, I think this might be his first time. First time with a bloke, anyway. I feel a throb of triumph run right through me.
The lenses of his glasses are getting steamed and misty. I slide them off his nose and toss them in the direction of the table. I don't think he's even aware of me doing it.
His lips are moving as a low stream of sounds emerge. “Oh god, oh god, oh, oh, oh, god, oh god, oh, oh, oh god.”
I move just a little, a mere experimental wriggle, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head. I want to laugh at the heady power of my position. To have him pinned under me, looking like he can't believe his luck, as if he might pass out with the wonder of it all. When I imagined being with him... it was never like this. Such an intimate way to fuck.
This whole section. So, here's this incredibly powerful Auror Harry -- exhibit A -- and he's a VIRGIN. And omg, his response here is so GORGEOUS and I want simultaneously to hug him and watch him POUND THE FUCK out of this kid.
C) Something dark crosses his face, and then I get about a second's warning as his arms tense, the muscles straining as he braces me and takes my weight. He hefts me up and shuffles towards his desk, setting me down near the edge. Then he thrusts into me so hard that for a moment I can't breathe.
It's just as I always knew it could be. His face is serious as he drives into me relentlessly, rolling his hips and pulling me onto his cock again and again with ruthless strokes. I realise I've been fooling myself that I had him where I wanted him, but I've never been put in my place so suddenly and thoroughly. And, Salazar, it's close to perfection. I give it up completely, let him use my body as he wishes and, oh, boy, does he know how to use it. Auror Potter is a bloody animal. I wonder dreamily if he's always like this.
And then I'm just back to yeeeeeeesss!!!!
This shit's amazing. Let's not even talk about Harry wanking at his desk, because COME ON! The end.