Post by kohane on Nov 3, 2011 17:01:24 GMT -8
Title: In Your Mouth
Rating: 16A
Warnings: Sexually suggestive themes
Word Count: 226
Summary: Harry catches the Snitch in his mouth again.
He gagged as the small golden ball was shoved nearly down his throat. The Snitch, the very first Snitch he had ever caught, was currently occupying his mouth. He could feel the vibrations of the magic running throughout the golden Snitch. The feeling sending waves of pleasant warmth to his brain, making the hands roaming his naked chest feel doubly warm, and those lips on his neck simply burning.
"You're much more delectable with that ball occupying your mouth Mr. Potter. MUCH better than when you disrespect me in class. You look almost like in your first year again. Much better though. Yes, much more delicious in appearance. You always did look better with something hard in your mouth."
Lips trailed down and around his neck as his hands were tied tightly to the headboard above by a silk tie of some sort. Harry tried to speak around the Snitch in his mouth, but he couldn't get a sound out. It was small enough to fit in his mouth easily, but the Professor had also tied a silk, and he suspected Slytherin, cloth around his mouth, probably matching the one on his wrists.
"Well Mr. Potter, shall we begin with your first official flying lesson?" his lips trailed further down leaving a burning trail of fire in their wake, "Lesson one: How to Ride my Broomstick"
Rating: 16A
Warnings: Sexually suggestive themes
Word Count: 226
Summary: Harry catches the Snitch in his mouth again.
He gagged as the small golden ball was shoved nearly down his throat. The Snitch, the very first Snitch he had ever caught, was currently occupying his mouth. He could feel the vibrations of the magic running throughout the golden Snitch. The feeling sending waves of pleasant warmth to his brain, making the hands roaming his naked chest feel doubly warm, and those lips on his neck simply burning.
"You're much more delectable with that ball occupying your mouth Mr. Potter. MUCH better than when you disrespect me in class. You look almost like in your first year again. Much better though. Yes, much more delicious in appearance. You always did look better with something hard in your mouth."
Lips trailed down and around his neck as his hands were tied tightly to the headboard above by a silk tie of some sort. Harry tried to speak around the Snitch in his mouth, but he couldn't get a sound out. It was small enough to fit in his mouth easily, but the Professor had also tied a silk, and he suspected Slytherin, cloth around his mouth, probably matching the one on his wrists.
"Well Mr. Potter, shall we begin with your first official flying lesson?" his lips trailed further down leaving a burning trail of fire in their wake, "Lesson one: How to Ride my Broomstick"
Nicely done.
