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100quills Teenyfic: After the Theatre
Title: After the Theatre
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 215
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Heart
Warning(s): Highlight to read * Oral? Naked men? *
A/N: Forunbroken_halo. Follows An Evening at the Theatre.
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville collapsed on the bed, naked and exhausted. When Bill had suggested a weekend in London, taking in his favourite play and spending the weekend in a posh hotel, he’d jumped at the opportunity to be alone with his husband in the middle of term.
Though the play had started out slowly, he’d actually enjoyed seeing Hamlet from the point of view of some of the minor characters. But after teaching all day, then going to dinner and the theatre, all Neville could think about was bed. And preferably, sleep.
Bill flopped down on the bed beside Neville and began running a finger along Neville’s pectoral muscle. He avoided the nipple itself, instead trailing his finger in a lazy circle around the areola.
“’M tired,” grumbled Neville, though his cock was beginning to take an interest, the traitor.
“Not too tired, I hope,” growled Bill as he leant down to flick the previously ignored nipple with the tip of his tongue.
A low moan escaped from Neville’s throat, and he could feel his heart racing beneath his ribcage. His prick hardened further, and a tiny drop of clear fluid was beginning to bead at its tip. All Neville’s thoughts of sleep vanished when Bill licked away the pre-come and engulfed his cock to the root.
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 215
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: Heart
Warning(s): Highlight to read * Oral? Naked men? *
A/N: For
unbroken_halo. Follows An Evening at the Theatre.Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville collapsed on the bed, naked and exhausted. When Bill had suggested a weekend in London, taking in his favourite play and spending the weekend in a posh hotel, he’d jumped at the opportunity to be alone with his husband in the middle of term.
Though the play had started out slowly, he’d actually enjoyed seeing Hamlet from the point of view of some of the minor characters. But after teaching all day, then going to dinner and the theatre, all Neville could think about was bed. And preferably, sleep.
Bill flopped down on the bed beside Neville and began running a finger along Neville’s pectoral muscle. He avoided the nipple itself, instead trailing his finger in a lazy circle around the areola.
“’M tired,” grumbled Neville, though his cock was beginning to take an interest, the traitor.
“Not too tired, I hope,” growled Bill as he leant down to flick the previously ignored nipple with the tip of his tongue.
A low moan escaped from Neville’s throat, and he could feel his heart racing beneath his ribcage. His prick hardened further, and a tiny drop of clear fluid was beginning to bead at its tip. All Neville’s thoughts of sleep vanished when Bill licked away the pre-come and engulfed his cock to the root.
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