Fic: Product Testing (Fred/George)
Title: Product Testing
Characters/Pairings: Fred/George
Rating: Adult
Summary: The twins get their new product wrong
Word Count: 555
Warning: Incest
koshweasley’s prompt: Product gone wrong
Fred wrinkles his nose when he opens the door to George’s bedroom. The stench of sex is so heavy that he almost gags. His eyes widen when he sees his brother lying in bed with an erection that’s swollen red and looks almost angry. There are wet spots on the blanket, some of them almost crusted over already. The blur of purple catches his attention, and he finds himself staring at the new toy they’re working on for their adult product line.
“Alright there, George?”
“Gonna. Kill. You.”
“Can only blame yourself. You insisted on being the one to try it out.”
“Needs. Work.” George is barely getting the words out as the toy seems to go even deeper into his arse.
Fred shrugs off his uniform robes and walks over to the bed. “Bloody hell. Has it not stopped at all?” he asks, having to whistle when he sees the swollen pucker the toy is rubbing against. “It’s defective then?”
“Tried. Stopping. Wouldn’t.” George writhes on the bed, gasping as his cock pulses, precome dripping down it. “Stop. Staring. Help.”
“Oh, so now you want my help? Didn’t want it earlier, did ya? No, then it was all ‘Fred go to work. I’ll test on my own today.’ Blah blah.” Fred reaches over to grip George’s cock, stroking it slowly as George whines. “There’s a reason we test together, arsehole. In case something like this happens. Remember that lubrication two years ago? Too much wurtroot, and it felt like my cock was on fire.”
“Shut. Up. Suck. Me.” George scowls at him, bucking his hips up into Fred’s hand.
“I dunno, brother mine. You made me beg for help, remember? Was so hard and leaking, on fire, and you just laughed until I begged you,” Fred recalls, rubbing his thumb over the head of George’s cock. He lets go of it so he can push George’s legs up, rolling his hips and getting a better of his swollen arsehole. It actually does look painful, almost raw, and he stops his teasing because he doesn’t want his brother in real pain.
“Please,” George growls, reaching down to hold his legs up. Fred leans over and sucks on George’s cock, gripping the toy and pulling it out. George groans and comes, spilling into his mouth as his arsehole clenches around air. The toy is still moving, and Fred knows they definitely got the spell wrong because it’s supposed to stop on command.
Raising his head, he licks come off his lips. “Better, George?” he asks, getting his wand and aiming it at the twitching toy. It finally stops moving.
“Buggering hell. Too much,” he mutters, wincing as he sits up and rubs his sore hole. “Definitely need to reconfigure the charm, Fred.”
“Let me get some lotion. You’re about rubbed raw,” Fred admits, lightly caressing the hole before he summons a bottle of lotion. “Need a healing charm?”
George shakes his head. “Nah. Hurts like fuck, but I can handle it. Want me to roll over?”
“Would be best, I think. So that charm isn’t good, but I think if we tweak a few things, it should be better,” Fred muses, rubbing lotion against George’s sore hole.
“Might work. I do know one thing, Gred.”
“What’s that, Forge?”
“You are going to test it next time.”
End
Characters/Pairings: Fred/George
Rating: Adult
Summary: The twins get their new product wrong
Word Count: 555
Warning: Incest
koshweasley’s prompt: Product gone wrong
Fred wrinkles his nose when he opens the door to George’s bedroom. The stench of sex is so heavy that he almost gags. His eyes widen when he sees his brother lying in bed with an erection that’s swollen red and looks almost angry. There are wet spots on the blanket, some of them almost crusted over already. The blur of purple catches his attention, and he finds himself staring at the new toy they’re working on for their adult product line.
“Alright there, George?”
“Gonna. Kill. You.”
“Can only blame yourself. You insisted on being the one to try it out.”
“Needs. Work.” George is barely getting the words out as the toy seems to go even deeper into his arse.
Fred shrugs off his uniform robes and walks over to the bed. “Bloody hell. Has it not stopped at all?” he asks, having to whistle when he sees the swollen pucker the toy is rubbing against. “It’s defective then?”
“Tried. Stopping. Wouldn’t.” George writhes on the bed, gasping as his cock pulses, precome dripping down it. “Stop. Staring. Help.”
“Oh, so now you want my help? Didn’t want it earlier, did ya? No, then it was all ‘Fred go to work. I’ll test on my own today.’ Blah blah.” Fred reaches over to grip George’s cock, stroking it slowly as George whines. “There’s a reason we test together, arsehole. In case something like this happens. Remember that lubrication two years ago? Too much wurtroot, and it felt like my cock was on fire.”
“Shut. Up. Suck. Me.” George scowls at him, bucking his hips up into Fred’s hand.
“I dunno, brother mine. You made me beg for help, remember? Was so hard and leaking, on fire, and you just laughed until I begged you,” Fred recalls, rubbing his thumb over the head of George’s cock. He lets go of it so he can push George’s legs up, rolling his hips and getting a better of his swollen arsehole. It actually does look painful, almost raw, and he stops his teasing because he doesn’t want his brother in real pain.
“Please,” George growls, reaching down to hold his legs up. Fred leans over and sucks on George’s cock, gripping the toy and pulling it out. George groans and comes, spilling into his mouth as his arsehole clenches around air. The toy is still moving, and Fred knows they definitely got the spell wrong because it’s supposed to stop on command.
Raising his head, he licks come off his lips. “Better, George?” he asks, getting his wand and aiming it at the twitching toy. It finally stops moving.
“Buggering hell. Too much,” he mutters, wincing as he sits up and rubs his sore hole. “Definitely need to reconfigure the charm, Fred.”
“Let me get some lotion. You’re about rubbed raw,” Fred admits, lightly caressing the hole before he summons a bottle of lotion. “Need a healing charm?”
George shakes his head. “Nah. Hurts like fuck, but I can handle it. Want me to roll over?”
“Would be best, I think. So that charm isn’t good, but I think if we tweak a few things, it should be better,” Fred muses, rubbing lotion against George’s sore hole.
“Might work. I do know one thing, Gred.”
“What’s that, Forge?”
“You are going to test it next time.”
End