Bound Longbottom
Title: Bound Longbottom
Author: Deviantfics
Matches: Neville Longbottom/Seamus Finnigan
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and BDSM
Disclaimer: All involved characters and settings are property of JK Rowling, the rest is mine.
Setting: Hogwarts, Seamus and Neville's 6th year, Gryffindor 6th year boy's dorm.
Bound Longbottom
"Why handcuffs?" Seamus asked, motioning to the shiny new pair on his friend's bed. He hadn't started calling Neville his lover in his mind, just his friend. Just a friend he fucked sometimes, just a friend who's touch he couldn't live without.
"I need the help. I keep trying, Seamus... you know I do... I'm not good enough yet. I need the help." Neville was refering to his ability to keep his hands off Seamus. Neville's willpower was not very strong sometimes.
"You're getting better." Seamus said. Handcuffs. Handcuffs admited what they were doing. Just holding Neville down, just using his voice, his own body... that wasn't perverted. Handcuffs?
"We're... really doing this, aren't we." Seamus stated, color draining from his face. Neville, standing at the foot of his bed, the cuffs behind him, nodded.
"Yeah. We are."
"We're sick."
"Yeah. So?" Neville asked. "We're sick. You like to hurt me. I need to be hurt. You like to hold me down, and I need to feel safe. So what, Seamus? It feels good, right? We're being safe, we're... I'm happier than I have ever been. I am, and I can see you are too. So what's the problem?"
"I guess I... wanted to be normal." Seamus replied, knowing full well it sounded stupid.
"Have you forgotten? We're gay Seamus. We're wizards, we're gay, and we're kinky. We'll never be normal. Why try to be normal and be miserable when you can give up and be happy?"
Neville, scatterbrained and all, often made more sense than anyone Seamus could think of. That was why he... loved him? No... Neville was a friend. A good friend. Only that.
Seamus sighed, holding out his hand.
"Give them to me." He used the voice that he knew Neville could not say no to. This was the voice that brought with it all of the power of Seamus' will. Neville inhaled sharply, his submissive side surfacing quickly, and handed the irish boy the handcuffs promptly, turning and placing his wrists together behind his back.
"Where did you get them?" Seamus demanded, his voice remaining firm. His accent was even thicker when he spoke like this, demanding obedience from Neville.
"Hogsmead, Sir," was the submissive's quiet response. Seamus kissed Neville's neck gently, snapping the handcuffs around his wrists. The metal ground against metal, and Neville quivered with it.
"That feel good?" Seamus asked, his voice turning sweet as syrup. The other boy nodded violently.
"So good... ohhhhh..." Seamus' tongue traced down the back of Neville's neck and he bit his shoulder too, not hard yet. Neville leaned back against him, his hands right at the exact level needed for him to fondle his friend's already firm cock. He didn't though, he wouldn't touch anything without permission. He waited, patiently, knowing that Seamus would make his needs clear.
Seamus circled his friend after a moment, and stood in front of him. He was somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do next. He couldn't appear uncertain, as he should be confident to keep his lover intimidated.
"Look at me," Seamus insisted, stalling. As his lover looked up, Seamus nearly fell over from the intense look in Neville's eyes. There was fear, passion, need, love, and so many other mixed emotions in those eyes. Matching passion swelled in Seamus as well, and he found himself shoving Neville onto the bed and kissing him, hard, fondling his body so firmly it hurt his hands a bit, and certainly hurt his friend.
Neville struggled against the handcuffs under him, wanting to touch the young man on top of him, wanting to caress him back, wanting to run his hands over his hair, his shoulders, his cock; this was why he had gotten the handcuffs. He loved this feeling of wanting something and being forced to not have it.
Seamus wasn't going to wait for anything. He wanted to take that need out of his friend's eyes immediately. His heart felt it would break if he didn't. It was only a minute or two before his hands had freed Neville's cock from his pants, and it was quickly between his lips.
"Oh God!" Neville cried, gripping the edge of the bed with his knees, and moaning.
Sooner than Neville had ever expected, he was collapsed on the bed breathing heavily and covered in sweat, with his hands still tightly cuffed behind him. He smiled contently, as Seamus crawled up beside him and wrapped his arms around the cuffed boy.
"I like the cuffs," Seamus said softly. Neville smiled. He had known he would.
Author: Deviantfics
Matches: Neville Longbottom/Seamus Finnigan
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content and BDSM
Disclaimer: All involved characters and settings are property of JK Rowling, the rest is mine.
Setting: Hogwarts, Seamus and Neville's 6th year, Gryffindor 6th year boy's dorm.
Bound Longbottom
"Why handcuffs?" Seamus asked, motioning to the shiny new pair on his friend's bed. He hadn't started calling Neville his lover in his mind, just his friend. Just a friend he fucked sometimes, just a friend who's touch he couldn't live without.
"I need the help. I keep trying, Seamus... you know I do... I'm not good enough yet. I need the help." Neville was refering to his ability to keep his hands off Seamus. Neville's willpower was not very strong sometimes.
"You're getting better." Seamus said. Handcuffs. Handcuffs admited what they were doing. Just holding Neville down, just using his voice, his own body... that wasn't perverted. Handcuffs?
"We're... really doing this, aren't we." Seamus stated, color draining from his face. Neville, standing at the foot of his bed, the cuffs behind him, nodded.
"Yeah. We are."
"We're sick."
"Yeah. So?" Neville asked. "We're sick. You like to hurt me. I need to be hurt. You like to hold me down, and I need to feel safe. So what, Seamus? It feels good, right? We're being safe, we're... I'm happier than I have ever been. I am, and I can see you are too. So what's the problem?"
"I guess I... wanted to be normal." Seamus replied, knowing full well it sounded stupid.
"Have you forgotten? We're gay Seamus. We're wizards, we're gay, and we're kinky. We'll never be normal. Why try to be normal and be miserable when you can give up and be happy?"
Neville, scatterbrained and all, often made more sense than anyone Seamus could think of. That was why he... loved him? No... Neville was a friend. A good friend. Only that.
Seamus sighed, holding out his hand.
"Give them to me." He used the voice that he knew Neville could not say no to. This was the voice that brought with it all of the power of Seamus' will. Neville inhaled sharply, his submissive side surfacing quickly, and handed the irish boy the handcuffs promptly, turning and placing his wrists together behind his back.
"Where did you get them?" Seamus demanded, his voice remaining firm. His accent was even thicker when he spoke like this, demanding obedience from Neville.
"Hogsmead, Sir," was the submissive's quiet response. Seamus kissed Neville's neck gently, snapping the handcuffs around his wrists. The metal ground against metal, and Neville quivered with it.
"That feel good?" Seamus asked, his voice turning sweet as syrup. The other boy nodded violently.
"So good... ohhhhh..." Seamus' tongue traced down the back of Neville's neck and he bit his shoulder too, not hard yet. Neville leaned back against him, his hands right at the exact level needed for him to fondle his friend's already firm cock. He didn't though, he wouldn't touch anything without permission. He waited, patiently, knowing that Seamus would make his needs clear.
Seamus circled his friend after a moment, and stood in front of him. He was somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do next. He couldn't appear uncertain, as he should be confident to keep his lover intimidated.
"Look at me," Seamus insisted, stalling. As his lover looked up, Seamus nearly fell over from the intense look in Neville's eyes. There was fear, passion, need, love, and so many other mixed emotions in those eyes. Matching passion swelled in Seamus as well, and he found himself shoving Neville onto the bed and kissing him, hard, fondling his body so firmly it hurt his hands a bit, and certainly hurt his friend.
Neville struggled against the handcuffs under him, wanting to touch the young man on top of him, wanting to caress him back, wanting to run his hands over his hair, his shoulders, his cock; this was why he had gotten the handcuffs. He loved this feeling of wanting something and being forced to not have it.
Seamus wasn't going to wait for anything. He wanted to take that need out of his friend's eyes immediately. His heart felt it would break if he didn't. It was only a minute or two before his hands had freed Neville's cock from his pants, and it was quickly between his lips.
"Oh God!" Neville cried, gripping the edge of the bed with his knees, and moaning.
Sooner than Neville had ever expected, he was collapsed on the bed breathing heavily and covered in sweat, with his hands still tightly cuffed behind him. He smiled contently, as Seamus crawled up beside him and wrapped his arms around the cuffed boy.
"I like the cuffs," Seamus said softly. Neville smiled. He had known he would.