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100quills Teenyfic: Dessert Course
Title: Dessert Course
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 355
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: dinner
Warning(s): Highlight to read * fellatio *
A/N: Follow up to Skipping Dinner
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
The crack of Disapparation signalled the exit of the last of their guests, and Bill warded the front door while Neville locked the Floo.
All through dinner, Bill had been distracted, thinking about what he and Neville would be doing afterwards. He’d hardly noticed when George swapped out the biscuits for Canary Creams, and had nodded absently when Molly started hinting about grandbabies. He wrapped his arms around Neville’s waist.
“Finally alone.”
Neville turned in Bill’s arms and looped his own around his husband’s neck. “Mmm, yes. Now, about that dessert we were talking about before the hordes arrived…” Neville pulled Bill in close enough for a kiss, and threaded his fingers in the long, fiery locks.
Neville tasted of the wine they’d had with dinner, and a hint of the horseradish that had accompanied the roast beef. Bill’s fingers cupped Neville’s arse before working their way to Neville’s belt, sliding the leather out from the metal buckle and moving on to the button-fly of his denims. Neville groaned, pushing his hips forward, urging Bill on in his task.
Bill pushed the trousers, pants and all, down to Neville’s knees before sinking to his own. He buried his nose in the nest of curls at the base of Neville’s swollen cock and inhaled deeply. A low growl escaped from Bill’s throat as heat curled low in his abdomen. A clear bead of fluid leaked from the tip of Neville’s prick, and Bill’s tongue darted out to taste it.
Neville’s fingers tightened their grip on Bill’s hair; Bill engulfed Neville’s cock to the root. Bill swallowed around his mouthful, then sucked his way back to the tip, where he swiped his tongue over the sensitive glans. Neville’s hips started to move, thrusting in and out of Bill’s mouth with increasing frequency. Bill gripped Neville’s hips, digging his fingers into the pale flesh. Neville’s moan was the only warning Bill had before hot strands of ejaculate were hitting the back of his throat. He swallowed every last drop before rising from the floor and capturing Neville’s lips with his own.
“Bedroom?” Neville suggested.
Bill Apparated them upstairs.
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 355
Rating: NC-17
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: dinner
Warning(s): Highlight to read * fellatio *
A/N: Follow up to Skipping Dinner
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
The crack of Disapparation signalled the exit of the last of their guests, and Bill warded the front door while Neville locked the Floo.
All through dinner, Bill had been distracted, thinking about what he and Neville would be doing afterwards. He’d hardly noticed when George swapped out the biscuits for Canary Creams, and had nodded absently when Molly started hinting about grandbabies. He wrapped his arms around Neville’s waist.
“Finally alone.”
Neville turned in Bill’s arms and looped his own around his husband’s neck. “Mmm, yes. Now, about that dessert we were talking about before the hordes arrived…” Neville pulled Bill in close enough for a kiss, and threaded his fingers in the long, fiery locks.
Neville tasted of the wine they’d had with dinner, and a hint of the horseradish that had accompanied the roast beef. Bill’s fingers cupped Neville’s arse before working their way to Neville’s belt, sliding the leather out from the metal buckle and moving on to the button-fly of his denims. Neville groaned, pushing his hips forward, urging Bill on in his task.
Bill pushed the trousers, pants and all, down to Neville’s knees before sinking to his own. He buried his nose in the nest of curls at the base of Neville’s swollen cock and inhaled deeply. A low growl escaped from Bill’s throat as heat curled low in his abdomen. A clear bead of fluid leaked from the tip of Neville’s prick, and Bill’s tongue darted out to taste it.
Neville’s fingers tightened their grip on Bill’s hair; Bill engulfed Neville’s cock to the root. Bill swallowed around his mouthful, then sucked his way back to the tip, where he swiped his tongue over the sensitive glans. Neville’s hips started to move, thrusting in and out of Bill’s mouth with increasing frequency. Bill gripped Neville’s hips, digging his fingers into the pale flesh. Neville’s moan was the only warning Bill had before hot strands of ejaculate were hitting the back of his throat. He swallowed every last drop before rising from the floor and capturing Neville’s lips with his own.
“Bedroom?” Neville suggested.
Bill Apparated them upstairs.
Sexy Billville goodness. The perfect thing for a cold winter day. *g*