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bbtp_challenge Drabbles: Stress Relief
Title: Stress Relief
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angela_snape
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter; Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100 x 4
Summary: Charlie had a stressful day. Kingsley helps him relax.
Disclaimer: JKR’s, not mine. Just for fun. ☺
Highlight for Warnings: * PWP *
Beta: none
Stress Relief
As hot water sluiced down Kingsley’s body, Charlie rubbed the soapy sponge over every square inch of his skin. Naturally, some inches got a little extra attention.
“I think that’s clean, now, Charlie,” said Kingsley with a smirk.
“I just want to be thorough, Kings,” said Charlie with a wink. “Now, turn around so I can get the rest.”
Charlie started at Kingsley’s feet, soaping his way up his calves and the backs of his thighs. Reaching the firm globes of Kingsley’s arse, Charlie dropped the sponge and proceeded to wash them – and the space between – with only his hands.
*~*
Kingsley’s strong fingers worked the muscles of Charlie’s freckled back. Charlie’s Hungarian Horntail tattoo was playing tag and trying to burn Kingsley’s fingertips. Luckily, ink-based fire, even magical ink-based fire, didn’t actually burn.
“Mmm,” mumbled Charlie into his pillow. “That feels brilliant.”
“Your back is a mess of knots,” said Kingsley.
“Th’ Hebridian Blacks’re brooding—’m working extra-long shifts.”
Kingsley poured a little more of the massage oil into the palm of his hand, warming it before returning to work on Charlie’s lower back. As he massaged, the fragrances of peppermint, lavender and clary sage were released, scenting the room.
*~*
Kingsley dipped a juicy strawberry into the bowl of whipped cream. He extended his hand and offered it to Charlie. A dollop of cream fell just before it reached Charlie’s mouth, and landed on his throat.
Kingsley popped the berry into Charlie’s mouth and set the bowl of berries and cream on the floor beside the bed. He then leant over to lick off the cream, and sucked at Charlie’s Adam’s apple, eliciting a moan from the redhead.
“Mmm,” said Charlie. “The berries are delicious.”
“So are the apples,” replied Kingsley, flashing his teeth before dipping down for another taste.
*~*
“Lubricious.”
The effects of Kingsley’s favourite lubrication spell were immediate – clean, stretched, and well lubricated, Charlie’s channel was more than ready to receive Kingsley’s turgid prick. He felt the head pressing at his hole, and pushed back to ease its entrance. Even as prepared as he was, Charlie felt as if he might split in two; he gasped as Kingsley gripped his hips and pushed in, his bollocks bouncing against Charlie’s flesh.
“You okay?” asked Kingsley, as he kissed Charlie’s shoulder.
“Unnh-hunh,” Charlie mumbled in response.
Kingsley withdrew, and began thrusting at an increasing pace until they both saw stars.
Author:
angela_snapeFandom/Pairing: Harry Potter; Charlie Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100 x 4
Summary: Charlie had a stressful day. Kingsley helps him relax.
Disclaimer: JKR’s, not mine. Just for fun. ☺
Highlight for Warnings: * PWP *
Beta: none
As hot water sluiced down Kingsley’s body, Charlie rubbed the soapy sponge over every square inch of his skin. Naturally, some inches got a little extra attention.
“I think that’s clean, now, Charlie,” said Kingsley with a smirk.
“I just want to be thorough, Kings,” said Charlie with a wink. “Now, turn around so I can get the rest.”
Charlie started at Kingsley’s feet, soaping his way up his calves and the backs of his thighs. Reaching the firm globes of Kingsley’s arse, Charlie dropped the sponge and proceeded to wash them – and the space between – with only his hands.
*~*
Kingsley’s strong fingers worked the muscles of Charlie’s freckled back. Charlie’s Hungarian Horntail tattoo was playing tag and trying to burn Kingsley’s fingertips. Luckily, ink-based fire, even magical ink-based fire, didn’t actually burn.
“Mmm,” mumbled Charlie into his pillow. “That feels brilliant.”
“Your back is a mess of knots,” said Kingsley.
“Th’ Hebridian Blacks’re brooding—’m working extra-long shifts.”
Kingsley poured a little more of the massage oil into the palm of his hand, warming it before returning to work on Charlie’s lower back. As he massaged, the fragrances of peppermint, lavender and clary sage were released, scenting the room.
*~*
Kingsley dipped a juicy strawberry into the bowl of whipped cream. He extended his hand and offered it to Charlie. A dollop of cream fell just before it reached Charlie’s mouth, and landed on his throat.
Kingsley popped the berry into Charlie’s mouth and set the bowl of berries and cream on the floor beside the bed. He then leant over to lick off the cream, and sucked at Charlie’s Adam’s apple, eliciting a moan from the redhead.
“Mmm,” said Charlie. “The berries are delicious.”
“So are the apples,” replied Kingsley, flashing his teeth before dipping down for another taste.
*~*
“Lubricious.”
The effects of Kingsley’s favourite lubrication spell were immediate – clean, stretched, and well lubricated, Charlie’s channel was more than ready to receive Kingsley’s turgid prick. He felt the head pressing at his hole, and pushed back to ease its entrance. Even as prepared as he was, Charlie felt as if he might split in two; he gasped as Kingsley gripped his hips and pushed in, his bollocks bouncing against Charlie’s flesh.
“You okay?” asked Kingsley, as he kissed Charlie’s shoulder.
“Unnh-hunh,” Charlie mumbled in response.
Kingsley withdrew, and began thrusting at an increasing pace until they both saw stars.
Mmmm... (is apparently incoherent)