Post by kohane on Nov 8, 2011 16:22:44 GMT -8
Title: On A Stick
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Suggestive themes....VERY suggestive themes.
Word Count: 207
Summary: That boy might as well be on a pole in a muggle strip joint
Sin on a stick. That's quite literally what he was. Potter looked absolutely sinful as he rode around the pitch on his Firebolt, sliding forward slightly to move faster, and back to move slower, tilting to the right slight to turn right, and the same to turn left. Then as he broke into a spiral as he soared upwards into the sky he looked as erotic as a professional pole dancer in a muggle strip joint.
Oh how he wanted some stray wind, to just violently rip Potters clothing from his petite seeker body. Or better yet, it become so warm that he must gradually throughout the game strip down to his undergarments, so that he, Lucius Malfoy, may ogle and admire his shining sweat soaked skin while he continues to slide up and down on that luckiest of broomsticks, he calls his Firebolt.
As his pants become tighter and tighter, Potter catches the snitch right out from under his own sons nose, and while outwardly he was angry that his son DARE lose to a Potter, on the inside he was dancing with joy, joy that Potter, his secret...interest, won the game, and joy that he can now quickly leave and find the nearest lavatory.
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Suggestive themes....VERY suggestive themes.
Word Count: 207
Summary: That boy might as well be on a pole in a muggle strip joint
Sin on a stick. That's quite literally what he was. Potter looked absolutely sinful as he rode around the pitch on his Firebolt, sliding forward slightly to move faster, and back to move slower, tilting to the right slight to turn right, and the same to turn left. Then as he broke into a spiral as he soared upwards into the sky he looked as erotic as a professional pole dancer in a muggle strip joint.
Oh how he wanted some stray wind, to just violently rip Potters clothing from his petite seeker body. Or better yet, it become so warm that he must gradually throughout the game strip down to his undergarments, so that he, Lucius Malfoy, may ogle and admire his shining sweat soaked skin while he continues to slide up and down on that luckiest of broomsticks, he calls his Firebolt.
As his pants become tighter and tighter, Potter catches the snitch right out from under his own sons nose, and while outwardly he was angry that his son DARE lose to a Potter, on the inside he was dancing with joy, joy that Potter, his secret...interest, won the game, and joy that he can now quickly leave and find the nearest lavatory.
I'm not following you...Lol
Nicely done.
