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ficlet: gorgeous (adrian/theodore) r
Title: Gorgeous
Author:airdate
Pairing: Adrian Pucey/Theodore Nott
Rating: R
Summary: Adrian has a gift for Theodore.
Warnings: Mild bondage, slash
Word Count: 1.280
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rowling. I just play with them. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This story is written as a Christmas gift for Michelle, who plays the darling Theodore Nott to my Adrian Pucey.
Gorgeous
He hears nothing but his own heartbeat, the blood pumping through his veins as he just lets go of everything and surrenders to the touch. Delicate fingers dance on his skin, and a sigh escapes his red full lips before he can stop himself. Adrian leans in, and lightly grazes his teeth across the bare shoulder, feeling immensely proud when a quiet shudder makes the body next to him move slightly. He pushes Theodore back on the bed, one hand placed firmly on the chest while the other moves to the small bedside table, roaming in the drawer for the gift. He smirks when his fingers find the cool metal, holding onto it for a few seconds before letting it go again and leans forward to place a tender kiss just below the collarbone. The skin tastes sweet and salty and he cannot help but let his tongue slip out and run slowly up the pale throat until he reaches the jaw line where he stops for a few seconds, kissing and licking, and goes back down till he once again reaches the collarbone. Then he lifts his head and looks straight into those amazingly half lidded steely blue-gray eyes, smirking when he sees the flustered cheeks and notices the heavy breathing.
"Gorgeous," he whispers when his lover looks away. Then he leans forward until their foreheads are touching, breathing deeply. His nostrils flare as he inhales the sweet scent of want radiating from Theodore and himself. Adrian sits back on his heels and looks sideways, trying to spot his wand, which he knows is in the inside pocket of his robe. He locates his white school shirt, which stands out in the dimness of the room. The four candle lights around them have created a nice and very comfortable luminosity of the bed, but the rest of the room is left in complete darkness. The Slytherin moves from the bed, his feet barely touching the cold stone floor as he walks with hasty steps. He curses loudly when he walks into something, and turns his head quickly to the bed when he hears a soft chuckle escaping his lover.
"What?" he demands, but receives no answer. His eyes narrow into tiny slits as he tries to make out the features of the other Slytherin. His toe is throbbing with pain, but it does not stop him in his quest for the wand. He needs it, otherwise the gift will be worthless and nothing but a muggle toy. Finally, he finds his robe, pleased when his fingers close around the smooth wand. He stands still for a few moments, smirking, as he observes his lover who has no idea what is about to happen.
Adrian walks back quickly, almost growling with desire as he reaches the bed again. His smirk broadens as he sits on top of his lover, his body now straddling Theodore. He places his arms on each side of the head, his fingers on his left hand twisting in the bed sheet as he carefully uses the right hand to run his wand down the naked arm. He is hovering dangerously close to the face and his hair falls into his eyes, but he does not care. All he sees is the beautiful creature underneath him.
"Gorgeous," he whispers again, and leans down to press his lips against the neck. Adrian finds the pulse, and softly nibbles on it, pleased when he hears a moan escaping the other. He places small kisses randomly on the face, touching the left eyebrow, the right cheekbone, the nose and finally the soft full lips. The Slytherin tentatively runs his tongue across the soft lips, delighted when a moan escapes his lover. He does not try to push any further, leaving it up to Theodore what to do from here. He waits and waits. Sighing, he starts to move away again, feeling disappointed when nothing happens, and then a hand suddenly surprises him by grabbing his nape and bringing his face down again, making him drop the wand on the bed. He smiles when he feels a soft velvet tongue trying to make its way into his mouth. He catches it gently between his teeth; his own tongue teasing the tip as his hands wanders over Theodore’s body. His lover shivers when Adrian’s fingers teasingly run down the side, resting for a few minutes on the still clad hipbone. He pushes his fingers down the hem of the black trousers, grabbing the fabric in his hand as he pushes the pants down, slowly revealing more and more skin.
"Gorgeous," he says for the third time, practically growling the words, his voice thick with desire when his lover is lying in front of him, completely nude. Adrian stares at the other Slytherin, devouring Theodore with his eyes. He moves swiftly from the bed, his feet touching the cold stone floor once again, but this time he does not feel the cold. His body is on fire, and he knows that now is the time. He quickly removes his own pants, his desire and arousal fully exposed to his lover. He walks closer to the bedside table, grabbing the metal with his right hand as he glances to the side, catching Theodore’s questioning gaze.
"Close your eyes," he speaks, smiling gently. "It is my Christmas gift for you, but it is not completely finished, so you need to keep your beautiful eyes closed until I say so," he adds, his head tilting slightly to the side, trying to look as innocent as possible. He can see the uncertainty in his lover’s eyes. He bends down a bit, his left hand cupping the other Slytherin’s cheek, trying to reassure him that it is nothing harmful. When the untrusting eyes finally close slowly, he pulls the metal out of the drawer and closes it with a push from his hip. Then he settles on top of Theodore again, snarling when their erections rub together. He sits still for a second, trying to catch his breath. Theodore is completely immobile, with only the throbbing erection that rubs against Adrian’s showing that he is very much alert and aware of the situation. He bends his head forward, kissing the chest exposed to him, guiding the arms to rest on the head of the bed; licking and nipping his way up and down the arms, feeling greatly satisfied when he receives no resistance with this pose. Slowly, but surely, he puts the metal around the wrists of Theodore, binding him to the head of the bed. Theodore’s eyes open quickly, and it only takes a few seconds before he starts to pull against the bind. Adrian smiles smugly as he mutters the incarnation that will secure the locking of the handcuffs until it is time for them to come off again – by the help of his wand, naturally.
"Don’t worry," he says, smirking. "You’ll like this." Then he moves down, planting kisses on the skin underneath him, not stopping until he reaches what he wants. He glances up and sees the anger in his lover’s eyes, probably cursing him silently. He grins and opens his mouth, his tongue twirling around the pulsating head as he continues to watch the other Slytherin, whose eyes roll and then close promptly. Theodore’s head tries to hide in the crook of a tied arm, teeth biting the pale flesh as he tries to stifle his moans so that Adrian cannot hear him, but fails, a loud moan escaping the lips. Adrian knows that he will probably be cursed severely afterwards by Theodore, but for now, all that matters is pleasing his partner.
Fin.
Title: Gorgeous
Author:
airdatePairing: Adrian Pucey/Theodore Nott
Rating: R
Summary: Adrian has a gift for Theodore.
Warnings: Mild bondage, slash
Word Count: 1.280
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rowling. I just play with them. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This story is written as a Christmas gift for Michelle, who plays the darling Theodore Nott to my Adrian Pucey.
Gorgeous
He hears nothing but his own heartbeat, the blood pumping through his veins as he just lets go of everything and surrenders to the touch. Delicate fingers dance on his skin, and a sigh escapes his red full lips before he can stop himself. Adrian leans in, and lightly grazes his teeth across the bare shoulder, feeling immensely proud when a quiet shudder makes the body next to him move slightly. He pushes Theodore back on the bed, one hand placed firmly on the chest while the other moves to the small bedside table, roaming in the drawer for the gift. He smirks when his fingers find the cool metal, holding onto it for a few seconds before letting it go again and leans forward to place a tender kiss just below the collarbone. The skin tastes sweet and salty and he cannot help but let his tongue slip out and run slowly up the pale throat until he reaches the jaw line where he stops for a few seconds, kissing and licking, and goes back down till he once again reaches the collarbone. Then he lifts his head and looks straight into those amazingly half lidded steely blue-gray eyes, smirking when he sees the flustered cheeks and notices the heavy breathing.
"Gorgeous," he whispers when his lover looks away. Then he leans forward until their foreheads are touching, breathing deeply. His nostrils flare as he inhales the sweet scent of want radiating from Theodore and himself. Adrian sits back on his heels and looks sideways, trying to spot his wand, which he knows is in the inside pocket of his robe. He locates his white school shirt, which stands out in the dimness of the room. The four candle lights around them have created a nice and very comfortable luminosity of the bed, but the rest of the room is left in complete darkness. The Slytherin moves from the bed, his feet barely touching the cold stone floor as he walks with hasty steps. He curses loudly when he walks into something, and turns his head quickly to the bed when he hears a soft chuckle escaping his lover.
"What?" he demands, but receives no answer. His eyes narrow into tiny slits as he tries to make out the features of the other Slytherin. His toe is throbbing with pain, but it does not stop him in his quest for the wand. He needs it, otherwise the gift will be worthless and nothing but a muggle toy. Finally, he finds his robe, pleased when his fingers close around the smooth wand. He stands still for a few moments, smirking, as he observes his lover who has no idea what is about to happen.
Adrian walks back quickly, almost growling with desire as he reaches the bed again. His smirk broadens as he sits on top of his lover, his body now straddling Theodore. He places his arms on each side of the head, his fingers on his left hand twisting in the bed sheet as he carefully uses the right hand to run his wand down the naked arm. He is hovering dangerously close to the face and his hair falls into his eyes, but he does not care. All he sees is the beautiful creature underneath him.
"Gorgeous," he whispers again, and leans down to press his lips against the neck. Adrian finds the pulse, and softly nibbles on it, pleased when he hears a moan escaping the other. He places small kisses randomly on the face, touching the left eyebrow, the right cheekbone, the nose and finally the soft full lips. The Slytherin tentatively runs his tongue across the soft lips, delighted when a moan escapes his lover. He does not try to push any further, leaving it up to Theodore what to do from here. He waits and waits. Sighing, he starts to move away again, feeling disappointed when nothing happens, and then a hand suddenly surprises him by grabbing his nape and bringing his face down again, making him drop the wand on the bed. He smiles when he feels a soft velvet tongue trying to make its way into his mouth. He catches it gently between his teeth; his own tongue teasing the tip as his hands wanders over Theodore’s body. His lover shivers when Adrian’s fingers teasingly run down the side, resting for a few minutes on the still clad hipbone. He pushes his fingers down the hem of the black trousers, grabbing the fabric in his hand as he pushes the pants down, slowly revealing more and more skin.
"Gorgeous," he says for the third time, practically growling the words, his voice thick with desire when his lover is lying in front of him, completely nude. Adrian stares at the other Slytherin, devouring Theodore with his eyes. He moves swiftly from the bed, his feet touching the cold stone floor once again, but this time he does not feel the cold. His body is on fire, and he knows that now is the time. He quickly removes his own pants, his desire and arousal fully exposed to his lover. He walks closer to the bedside table, grabbing the metal with his right hand as he glances to the side, catching Theodore’s questioning gaze.
"Close your eyes," he speaks, smiling gently. "It is my Christmas gift for you, but it is not completely finished, so you need to keep your beautiful eyes closed until I say so," he adds, his head tilting slightly to the side, trying to look as innocent as possible. He can see the uncertainty in his lover’s eyes. He bends down a bit, his left hand cupping the other Slytherin’s cheek, trying to reassure him that it is nothing harmful. When the untrusting eyes finally close slowly, he pulls the metal out of the drawer and closes it with a push from his hip. Then he settles on top of Theodore again, snarling when their erections rub together. He sits still for a second, trying to catch his breath. Theodore is completely immobile, with only the throbbing erection that rubs against Adrian’s showing that he is very much alert and aware of the situation. He bends his head forward, kissing the chest exposed to him, guiding the arms to rest on the head of the bed; licking and nipping his way up and down the arms, feeling greatly satisfied when he receives no resistance with this pose. Slowly, but surely, he puts the metal around the wrists of Theodore, binding him to the head of the bed. Theodore’s eyes open quickly, and it only takes a few seconds before he starts to pull against the bind. Adrian smiles smugly as he mutters the incarnation that will secure the locking of the handcuffs until it is time for them to come off again – by the help of his wand, naturally.
"Don’t worry," he says, smirking. "You’ll like this." Then he moves down, planting kisses on the skin underneath him, not stopping until he reaches what he wants. He glances up and sees the anger in his lover’s eyes, probably cursing him silently. He grins and opens his mouth, his tongue twirling around the pulsating head as he continues to watch the other Slytherin, whose eyes roll and then close promptly. Theodore’s head tries to hide in the crook of a tied arm, teeth biting the pale flesh as he tries to stifle his moans so that Adrian cannot hear him, but fails, a loud moan escaping the lips. Adrian knows that he will probably be cursed severely afterwards by Theodore, but for now, all that matters is pleasing his partner.
Fin.