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100quills Teenyfic: Keeping Busy
Title: Keeping Busy
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 425
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Fixed
Warning(s): Highlight to read * mmpreg… where the m’s stand for Mimbulus mimbletonia *
A/N: Refers to the method of reproduction suggested in These Small Beginnings. Thanks toalisanne for the once-over & suggestions.
Disclaimer: Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville poked his head into Bill’s lab. “Is the adhesive potion ready?” Neville asked.
Bill stood and stretched. He was obviously tired after spending the afternoon hunched over his workbench. He lowered the blue flames that were flickering under the copper cauldron.
“It needs to simmer for an hour,” Bill responded. “You will just have to wait a little longer until the Mimbulus’ pot can be fixed. I still don’t understand why you can’t just use Reparo on it.”
“In its delicate condition?” Neville was aghast at the thought of casting even a simple repairing spell so near to his precious plant, especially when it was so close to releasing its offspring from the large, purplish boil at its base.
“Alright, alright. Don’t fret, love,” Bill said with a smile as he stepped towards Neville, enveloping him in a tight embrace. “I know what that plant means to you.”
“Thank you.” Neville buried his nose in Bill’s shoulder, not minding the pungent smell of potions that clung to his clothing. Underneath the musty smell of casein was something uniquely Bill. Neville’s cock began to stiffen, pressing into Bill’s thigh.
“Well, seems like we should be able to keep ourselves busy until the adhesive is ready,” Bill commented, his voice a low growl that went straight to Neville’s groin. He dipped his head down, kissing Neville’s nose before licking the seam of his lips and coaxing his way inside Neville’s mouth.
Bill tasted of coffee, bitter and sweet at the same time. Neville threaded his fingers through Bill’s auburn hair, loosening the tie that held it back while Bill was brewing. As one hand cupped the back of Bill’s neck, the other snaked down his back to cup his arse.
Bill moved towards his desk, pulling Neville along with him and managing not to break the kiss. A wave of his wand swept the papers into a stack on the floor, and Bill pushed Neville against the desk, hands moving to the fastenings of his trousers. Bill’s hand on his erection felt like heaven, and Neville moaned, leaning back on Bill’s desk. He kicked off the trousers that had pooled around his ankles, and spread his legs in invitation.
“Lubricious.” Bill’s favourite lubrication spell cleansed and stretched him. Neville could feel the blunt head of Bill’s prick pushing against his entrance, and as Bill thrust inside, Neville pulled his head down for another kiss. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, until they shuddered their completion together, collapsing in a tired and sticky heap on Bill’s desk.
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 425
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Fixed
Warning(s): Highlight to read * mmpreg… where the m’s stand for Mimbulus mimbletonia *
A/N: Refers to the method of reproduction suggested in These Small Beginnings. Thanks to
alisanne for the once-over & suggestions.Disclaimer: Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville poked his head into Bill’s lab. “Is the adhesive potion ready?” Neville asked.
Bill stood and stretched. He was obviously tired after spending the afternoon hunched over his workbench. He lowered the blue flames that were flickering under the copper cauldron.
“It needs to simmer for an hour,” Bill responded. “You will just have to wait a little longer until the Mimbulus’ pot can be fixed. I still don’t understand why you can’t just use Reparo on it.”
“In its delicate condition?” Neville was aghast at the thought of casting even a simple repairing spell so near to his precious plant, especially when it was so close to releasing its offspring from the large, purplish boil at its base.
“Alright, alright. Don’t fret, love,” Bill said with a smile as he stepped towards Neville, enveloping him in a tight embrace. “I know what that plant means to you.”
“Thank you.” Neville buried his nose in Bill’s shoulder, not minding the pungent smell of potions that clung to his clothing. Underneath the musty smell of casein was something uniquely Bill. Neville’s cock began to stiffen, pressing into Bill’s thigh.
“Well, seems like we should be able to keep ourselves busy until the adhesive is ready,” Bill commented, his voice a low growl that went straight to Neville’s groin. He dipped his head down, kissing Neville’s nose before licking the seam of his lips and coaxing his way inside Neville’s mouth.
Bill tasted of coffee, bitter and sweet at the same time. Neville threaded his fingers through Bill’s auburn hair, loosening the tie that held it back while Bill was brewing. As one hand cupped the back of Bill’s neck, the other snaked down his back to cup his arse.
Bill moved towards his desk, pulling Neville along with him and managing not to break the kiss. A wave of his wand swept the papers into a stack on the floor, and Bill pushed Neville against the desk, hands moving to the fastenings of his trousers. Bill’s hand on his erection felt like heaven, and Neville moaned, leaning back on Bill’s desk. He kicked off the trousers that had pooled around his ankles, and spread his legs in invitation.
“Lubricious.” Bill’s favourite lubrication spell cleansed and stretched him. Neville could feel the blunt head of Bill’s prick pushing against his entrance, and as Bill thrust inside, Neville pulled his head down for another kiss. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, until they shuddered their completion together, collapsing in a tired and sticky heap on Bill’s desk.
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