Carmel, ch. 3
Title: Carmel
Author: stevielichous
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort and moved to the United States to escape his fame. What will happen when he runs into a person from his past?
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Categories: angst, romance
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm making no profit from doing this, and all that jazz.
Author Notes:
Carmel, chapter 3
Tongues twined together mirroring the limbs of the two men. The sinful bliss of skin on skin brought Harry closer and closer to the edge as a slick finger slowly entered him. The finger twisted and turned while it fucked him, eventually hitting that wonderful spot that made Harry see stars. Just as he started to squirm and whimper, a second finger joined the first, preparing his entrance for the main event. Harry’s eyes were heavy with pleasure and every square inch of his body tingled with arousing electricity. Everything surrounding him was blurred by his lust, including the man on top of him. Their mouths crushed together in another searing kiss as Harry’s lover entered him slowly, sensually. Harry felt utterly complete. Their hands joined over Harry’s head on the pillow, lovingly caressing as they neared completion. Harry gasped when his lover’s free hand slipped between their damp bodies and took hold of his erection, slowly stroking him in time with his thrusts. Harry came with a shudder as he felt his lover’s climax spill deep inside him. As he heard a sinfully low voice like the deepest red wine strained through silk say “Love you, Harry,” he woke with a start.
Woah... that’s the best dream I’ve had in... well, ever. Merlin who was that? It was all blurry... that voice though- it seemed so familiar...
A quick ‘scorgify’ and the evidence of his wonderful dream was erased.
“Hey Harry!” Brianna called from her room, “You better get up and get ready! We’re supposed to apparate and meet everyone in an hour!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m up,” Harry called back as he got in the shower. As he lathered, rinsed, and repeated, he thought back to the incredible dream. He could still feel the man’s hands all over him, leaving him burning with desire. He could feel the fullness in him, the wonderful feeling of completion, and the murmured ‘love you.’ That voice.... so familiar.
He stepped out of the shower and toweled off his hair, adding a little bit of product and messing it up even more than normal. Good thing this ‘bed head’ look is in style these days.
“Woah, Bri-an-nuh. Look at you! Wow,” Harry praised his roommate. She was dressed in all black; a top with a neckline that plunged nearly to her navel and barely covered her shapely breasts, a leather miniskirt, fishnets, and thigh-high lace-up leather stiletto boots. All she needed to complete the look was a whip.
“You like?” she asked while doing a modelesque strut down the hallway and back.
“You absolutely kill in that, love,” he replied.
“I love it when you call me love,” she grinned.
“Yeah what is it with you Yanks and my accent? I swear I get at least five girls a day fawning over it. Now what about me? What should I wear?” Her only reply was a sly smirk. He followed her into his room and she threw open his closet door.
“I was thinking about these,” she said and pulled a pair of sinfully tight black leather pants from the back of his closet.
“Those? But I haven’t worn those since... since-”
“Since you tried them on in the dressing room?” she paused for his guilty look of affirmation. “I thought so. You are wearing these and you’re not getting out of it! They make your ass look so delectable. And put this on top.” She handed him a black button-up shirt that showed off his shoulders. He had filled out nicely since he’d moved to the States. He would never be an Abercrombie & Fitch model, but he was still quite handsome.
“All that black really makes your eyes pop, Harry. They look wonderful. You look wonderful,” she said with a warm smile. “I want you to have a great time tonight. Forget all your troubles, you deserve it.”
“Thanks, Brianna. I will- especially if we go to that one club...” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “you know the one I mean.”
“Yes I know which one you mean. And I believe we will be going there if it will make you that happy.”
“Good.”
Author: stevielichous
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry has defeated Voldemort and moved to the United States to escape his fame. What will happen when he runs into a person from his past?
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Categories: angst, romance
Disclaimer: They're not mine, I'm making no profit from doing this, and all that jazz.
Author Notes:
Carmel, chapter 3
Tongues twined together mirroring the limbs of the two men. The sinful bliss of skin on skin brought Harry closer and closer to the edge as a slick finger slowly entered him. The finger twisted and turned while it fucked him, eventually hitting that wonderful spot that made Harry see stars. Just as he started to squirm and whimper, a second finger joined the first, preparing his entrance for the main event. Harry’s eyes were heavy with pleasure and every square inch of his body tingled with arousing electricity. Everything surrounding him was blurred by his lust, including the man on top of him. Their mouths crushed together in another searing kiss as Harry’s lover entered him slowly, sensually. Harry felt utterly complete. Their hands joined over Harry’s head on the pillow, lovingly caressing as they neared completion. Harry gasped when his lover’s free hand slipped between their damp bodies and took hold of his erection, slowly stroking him in time with his thrusts. Harry came with a shudder as he felt his lover’s climax spill deep inside him. As he heard a sinfully low voice like the deepest red wine strained through silk say “Love you, Harry,” he woke with a start.
Woah... that’s the best dream I’ve had in... well, ever. Merlin who was that? It was all blurry... that voice though- it seemed so familiar...
A quick ‘scorgify’ and the evidence of his wonderful dream was erased.
“Hey Harry!” Brianna called from her room, “You better get up and get ready! We’re supposed to apparate and meet everyone in an hour!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m up,” Harry called back as he got in the shower. As he lathered, rinsed, and repeated, he thought back to the incredible dream. He could still feel the man’s hands all over him, leaving him burning with desire. He could feel the fullness in him, the wonderful feeling of completion, and the murmured ‘love you.’ That voice.... so familiar.
He stepped out of the shower and toweled off his hair, adding a little bit of product and messing it up even more than normal. Good thing this ‘bed head’ look is in style these days.
“Woah, Bri-an-nuh. Look at you! Wow,” Harry praised his roommate. She was dressed in all black; a top with a neckline that plunged nearly to her navel and barely covered her shapely breasts, a leather miniskirt, fishnets, and thigh-high lace-up leather stiletto boots. All she needed to complete the look was a whip.
“You like?” she asked while doing a modelesque strut down the hallway and back.
“You absolutely kill in that, love,” he replied.
“I love it when you call me love,” she grinned.
“Yeah what is it with you Yanks and my accent? I swear I get at least five girls a day fawning over it. Now what about me? What should I wear?” Her only reply was a sly smirk. He followed her into his room and she threw open his closet door.
“I was thinking about these,” she said and pulled a pair of sinfully tight black leather pants from the back of his closet.
“Those? But I haven’t worn those since... since-”
“Since you tried them on in the dressing room?” she paused for his guilty look of affirmation. “I thought so. You are wearing these and you’re not getting out of it! They make your ass look so delectable. And put this on top.” She handed him a black button-up shirt that showed off his shoulders. He had filled out nicely since he’d moved to the States. He would never be an Abercrombie & Fitch model, but he was still quite handsome.
“All that black really makes your eyes pop, Harry. They look wonderful. You look wonderful,” she said with a warm smile. “I want you to have a great time tonight. Forget all your troubles, you deserve it.”
“Thanks, Brianna. I will- especially if we go to that one club...” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “you know the one I mean.”
“Yes I know which one you mean. And I believe we will be going there if it will make you that happy.”
“Good.”