A couple o' fetish-y drabbles
Our theme tonight was odd fetishes. Not odd as in weird, but odd as in miscellaneous kinks that won't support a whole drabble night on their own.
Characters: Harry, Lucius. Fetish: Constrictionism (cluegirl)
"Squeeze," Harry whispers in parseltongue, and the boa's scales shimmer in the half-light as the muscles on the underside of its body contract.
Lucius's face goes ashen-gray. Harry smiles and resists the urge to coo at the beautiful, obedient snake. Its tongue flickers across Lucius's nipple, and the sight makes Harry's cock jerk.
Lucius tosses his head, and Harry strokes the snake's coils. "That's good. Release now. Just a bit."
A grateful gulp of air, then another; short, desperate pants as Harry sits back, releasing a gasp of his own as the thick cock slips deeper inside. "Squeeze," he says again, grasping his own prick and giving it a sharp tug.
A dangerous game Malfoy has chosen to play. Harry whispers a magical command, and the snake hisses once and swallows its tail. He moans his gratitude for its sacrifice, and comes with a shout on the stilled chest beneath.
***
Characters: Snape, Surprise Partner. Fetish: Glory hole. (nimori)
"No."
"Come on, Severus. You said it was my turn to decide our adventure this week."
Snape sneered. "Yes, but I never *dreamed* you come up with such an... *outlandish* idea." But he had to admit he was intrigued, and so he allowed himself to be dragged into the club's gent's room, grumbling under his breath for good measure.
"These doors don't even lock properly," he complained, as he was shoved hurriedly into one of the stalls.
"Just hold the door shut, then. No one will bother us."
Snape shuddered when he saw the condition of the floor, but dropped to his knees anyway. His lover's cock was already poking through the hole, and the sight of it made his mouth go dry. Almost as an afterthought, he braced the door shut with the flat of his hand before swallowing around the dark length to the root.
Long minutes past as his head bobbed and his tongue swirled, saliva slipping down his chin as he sucked greedily. The moans from the next stall guided his movements, and he pressed his palm against the painful lump in his own robes.
Someone tried the door, and Snape pulled back just long enough to shout, "Occupied!" before returning to his pleasant task. A moment later, he heard a gasp that was not related to his talented mouth.
"I'm dreadfully sorry," an embarrassed -- and horribly familiar -- voice said from outside the next stall. Snape froze, his lips stretched wide. He could almost see the blush that must be coloring that wizened old face. "*Ahem.* You *do* realize this is the men's room?"
"This isn't what it looks like, Albus." Snape had never heard his lover's voice sound so weak.
Dumbledore chuckled, and Snape shriveled up and died. "I believe it is, Minerva."
Characters: Harry, Lucius. Fetish: Constrictionism (cluegirl)
"Squeeze," Harry whispers in parseltongue, and the boa's scales shimmer in the half-light as the muscles on the underside of its body contract.
Lucius's face goes ashen-gray. Harry smiles and resists the urge to coo at the beautiful, obedient snake. Its tongue flickers across Lucius's nipple, and the sight makes Harry's cock jerk.
Lucius tosses his head, and Harry strokes the snake's coils. "That's good. Release now. Just a bit."
A grateful gulp of air, then another; short, desperate pants as Harry sits back, releasing a gasp of his own as the thick cock slips deeper inside. "Squeeze," he says again, grasping his own prick and giving it a sharp tug.
A dangerous game Malfoy has chosen to play. Harry whispers a magical command, and the snake hisses once and swallows its tail. He moans his gratitude for its sacrifice, and comes with a shout on the stilled chest beneath.
***
Characters: Snape, Surprise Partner. Fetish: Glory hole. (nimori)
"No."
"Come on, Severus. You said it was my turn to decide our adventure this week."
Snape sneered. "Yes, but I never *dreamed* you come up with such an... *outlandish* idea." But he had to admit he was intrigued, and so he allowed himself to be dragged into the club's gent's room, grumbling under his breath for good measure.
"These doors don't even lock properly," he complained, as he was shoved hurriedly into one of the stalls.
"Just hold the door shut, then. No one will bother us."
Snape shuddered when he saw the condition of the floor, but dropped to his knees anyway. His lover's cock was already poking through the hole, and the sight of it made his mouth go dry. Almost as an afterthought, he braced the door shut with the flat of his hand before swallowing around the dark length to the root.
Long minutes past as his head bobbed and his tongue swirled, saliva slipping down his chin as he sucked greedily. The moans from the next stall guided his movements, and he pressed his palm against the painful lump in his own robes.
Someone tried the door, and Snape pulled back just long enough to shout, "Occupied!" before returning to his pleasant task. A moment later, he heard a gasp that was not related to his talented mouth.
"I'm dreadfully sorry," an embarrassed -- and horribly familiar -- voice said from outside the next stall. Snape froze, his lips stretched wide. He could almost see the blush that must be coloring that wizened old face. "*Ahem.* You *do* realize this is the men's room?"
"This isn't what it looks like, Albus." Snape had never heard his lover's voice sound so weak.
Dumbledore chuckled, and Snape shriveled up and died. "I believe it is, Minerva."