Sweets
Title: Sweets
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Pick an Ick
Pairing: Crabbe/Goyle/Ron
A/N: So, er... I don't find this squicky, but I'm sure someone will. I'm still trying to think of something for my Harry/Ginny which squicks me oh-so-badly.
Standing side-by-side Crabbe and Goyle made an impenetrable wall. “Where you think you’re going, Weasel?” Goyle grunted.
“I… I was coming to see you.”
“S’what we thought,” said Crabbe.
They pressed Ron firmly against the stone wall and Goyle kissed him, the poignant taste of sweets passing from tongue to tongue. Crabbe locked his lips on Ron’s neck, nibbling and sucking, sounding as though he were sloppily slurping spaghetti. One of them kneaded Ron’s erect cock through his trousers, and they pressed closer, their weight heavy and firm against him. A few harsh thrusts and Ron came, begging for more.
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Pick an Ick
Pairing: Crabbe/Goyle/Ron
A/N: So, er... I don't find this squicky, but I'm sure someone will. I'm still trying to think of something for my Harry/Ginny which squicks me oh-so-badly.
Standing side-by-side Crabbe and Goyle made an impenetrable wall. “Where you think you’re going, Weasel?” Goyle grunted.
“I… I was coming to see you.”
“S’what we thought,” said Crabbe.
They pressed Ron firmly against the stone wall and Goyle kissed him, the poignant taste of sweets passing from tongue to tongue. Crabbe locked his lips on Ron’s neck, nibbling and sucking, sounding as though he were sloppily slurping spaghetti. One of them kneaded Ron’s erect cock through his trousers, and they pressed closer, their weight heavy and firm against him. A few harsh thrusts and Ron came, begging for more.