Today
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Today
Rating: NC-17
Characters - Pairing: Sirius Black, Regulus Arcturus Black - Sirius / Regulus
Warnings: Yaoi, slash
Notes: Written for the P0rn Fest prompt with Harry Potter, Regulus / Sirius, "Go to bed with Lupin?" "Are you jealous? Who of the two?" Dedicated to
gondolin_maid (I tried to put the thing with the little man cool, really, but I know how we get along and LJ ...) because I have to forgive me. I do not know what exactly, but I have to forgive me. Lovelovelovelove \u0026lt;3 [Incest!]
Today
Sirius walked casually into the room of his brother, calling loudly to the unobtainable elf.
-Kreacher is here? - Asked calm.
-Go to bed with Lupin .- It was not a question.
Major laughed.
-Well, it was not exactly the answer I expected ... you jealous? Who of the two? -
Regulus gave him a look of fire.
-Oh God, do not tell me you still like Remus! - Chuckled the largest dropping on the bed of his little brother.
-I do not like Remus. And get up from my bed! - These grunted scornfully.
Sirius sprawled comfortably on the green and black satin bedspread, stretching the legs and feet resting on the fine fabric.
-I told you to get up .- Regulus repeated angrily, trying in vain to move her brother.
-So, Reg, is that those who are jealous? Your Remus ... or me? -
Regulus nodded and trembled with anger.
-So it is true that you are together? - Hissed a voice so low that the other struggling to hear.
-Along? Me and Remus? No, to him, even if you do not want to admit, like James. It 'been fun, but did not mean anything. Only a night .- Sirius said, attracted by the peculiar interest of his brother.
-Not that I care ... - Regulus stammered embarrassed, while her cheeks tinged a light pink.
-No, of course. What do you hide? The would-Eaters has a crush on a Gryffindor? What shame, brother! -
-do not understand anything, Sirius! You can not understand! - The child cried, railing against his brother, who stopped his arms with ease.
-Slytherin Seeker! They are made really bad, I must say .- Sirius grinned, twisting her wrists with serene expression.
Read from a surge of strength, Regulus went against his older brother, pressing it against settling the mattress and straddled over him.
-This is not the point, .- Sirius hissed sharply.
-And what, pray? -
Regulus leaned on Sirius's face and kissed him with a sudden snap, grabbing for a few interminable seconds of his lips. This coming off-
.- gasped.
Sirius stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, motionless.
-I am your brother, Regulus .- just said, calmly at all.
-I know-very insightful
.- .- Sirius said, rolling on his side and staring at the air with curious younger brother.
"I am your brother, and Remus is one of your best friends. If you have granted to him, you give yourself to me muttered .- firm, put out a tuft of dark hair from his eyes.
- Granted to Remus? - Sirius repeated, aghast, as if the other had just claimed to have seen Lord Voldemort with a tutu, dancing in the Gryffindor common room, Remus If anything it is that he allowed me to
-.- I'm pretty versatile, not no problem .-
Sirius chuckled, stretching like a cat-comparison-very strange in his case on the bed of his brother.
-So? - Insisted the smallest.
-I do not know, Regulus. The fact that you're my beseeching makes me particularly happy, so I would not mind if I continue a little longer '... -
Regulus did not deign to reply, but took his hand and placed it on the crotch in an unmistakable gesture.
-If you insist ... It means that after m'implorerai it gives you another taste .- Major concluded with a smile, pressing the hand of his brother on intimacy and reversing positions so as to be above him.
He leaned on his face and kissed him as he had done with anyone else-even with Remus, even managing to elicit a few groans.
While his language was the boss in the mouth of the young Slytherin, Sirius easily undid his pants, calandoglieli knee, and put suddenly a hand in his pants.
Regulus started, struggling for a moment under his brother, who pinned him to the best they could and began to move his hand on her sex casually.
-Si ... Sirius! - The child moaned, arching his back and pushing against the hand of excited.
-even in my most intimate dreams I never thought you would be able to reduce you ... with me so these .- grinned in response, speeding up the movement and taking to rub against the body's tense Regulus, so much for wanting to overdo it.
-Shut up! - Hissed the smaller of the panting, and encircled with the arms of his brother's life.
Sirius smiled, again increasing the beat until Regulus was not in his hand, accompanying it all with something very much like a howl.
-It 's all I have ... - Sirius said, wiping his hands on the precious green bedspread for today .-
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An interesting diary
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: An interesting diary
Rating: NC-17
Characters - Pairing: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle - Tom / Harry
Warnings: Yaoi, slash, magic!
sex Notes: Written for the P0rn Fest with the prompt "Harry Potter, Harry / Tom Riddle, diary . E 'set during the second year at Hogwarts and Harry is devoted to shokka_chan and of course Alice him because I have after having a child with an agenda.
nonsense aside, in theory, Harry could not come because the glands that secrete sperm are not sufficiently developed up to fourteen years or so, blah blah, but Harry is very early (perchélodicoio), is a magician, is a Gryffindor, and then do as I say because I am the author and his character just a poor enslaved. Ah!
An interesting DIARY
Harry fell on a canopy bed and drew the curtains, and then extract sneak out from under the pillow the diary of Tom Riddle.
They had already spoken a few times Harry had asked questions on the Chamber of Secrets and Tom had always taken care to respond with grace and a hint of irony, but the Potter boy still could not fully understand.
The twelve year old took out the folder and a quill pen dipped it into the bottle of blue ink that was on the bedside table. With a firm hand, began to draw sharp letters and thin.
"Hello, Tom."
"Hello, Harry." was the prompt response of the diary, or Tom.
"How are you?" Asked Harry polite.
"Not bad. Can I ask you, Harry Potter? "
Intrigued, the young answered in the affirmative.
"You have a girlfriend?" then wrote Riddle.
"No. Why?
Harry's hand began to tremble slightly, because the diary was giving him such personal questions?
By now the boy had learned about the powers of the magical world of objects, but still never stopped surprising. That wicked little book had a soul? He should talk to Dumbledore?
He rejected the idea immediately, too curious to forgo further information on the possessor of that mysterious agenda.
"So you never had sex?" meanwhile wrote to Tom. Harry
blushed violently. What kind of questions were they?
"Of course not! I have only twelve years! " said, somewhat 'affected.
"I never think like that?" Riddle continued undaunted. The young Potter
chewed her lower lip undecided. How is this being allowed to inquire about such personal matters? He was not ashamed? Indeed he had never heard of diaries that are ashamed, but in that world everything was possible.
"There are still too small, I fear." then wrote vigorously, determined not to satisfy the strange object.
"I have experience. I'm sixteen, you know? I could teach you something. "
Harry winced: the situation was becoming unmanageable.
"Are you a diary ..." then said, almost to convince more than anything else.
"The Closet, Harry Potter."
The boy grunted something unintelligible.
who was believed to be that Tom Riddle? He could not even say that Tom Riddle, now it was just a silly diary and had no reason to think that you are superior to him.
"Show me you'd know what to do then." wrote opinionated.
"Tell me what you want to do."
Harry jumped and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed, as if those sheets of yellowed paper could spy on him in secret. An incomprehensible
instinct prompted him to resume the quill pen and continue writing.
"I do not know. You're the expert. "
" Start by telling me where you are ... "
The young man swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair nervously.
"In my dorm. Lying on the bed. "
" And there is someone else with you? " asked Tom.
"I have the curtains drawn and all the others are asleep." He was
leaving drag a bit 'too much ...
"How are you dressed?"
Harry stared stupidly shocked the body, as if he had suddenly appeared wearing a black leather thong.
"I've got my pajamas." wrote with a slight embarrassment.
"If I were there ...
you first remove the top-you definitely have a good physical and begins to touch you. Then she starts licking her nipples, until they become hard. And then continued to lick to get to the edge of your pants. You will not remove them, not yet, and we'll touch through the fabric. Move your hand on your penis until it becomes hard and ... "
Harry nearly cried reading those few lines.
His breathing became labored and his hand instinctively slipped on the crotch.
A thought made his way into his mind: he had to write something? What?
"And ...?" was limited then to respond.
"and begin to feel a little wet. You did great, Harry, oh yes! Very slowly you calerei pajama bottoms and continues to touch, but still not take off your pants.
get wet more and more.
Then you pull your pants ... wait, how?
Harry he gasped, clutching a leg spasmodically.
"Blank."
"Well, Harry Potter. Then you pull your pants white innocent young boy, who certainly are not, and start touching you without more material to share your erection from my hand.
know, it's bigger than I expected ... "The boy groaned
strong, after looking around, terrified that someone will hear. He could well imagine Tom
-of which he knew the look in his memory, having seen him on top of him masturbating him even as he himself had never dared to do.
His face was scarlet, and drenched in sweat, while his hands were shaking in contact with the skin hot.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Riddle asked, interrupting the narrative.
Harry, totally taken by surprise was yet another jolt.
What was the answer?
did not want to give it too easily won, but it was obvious that the fact that he was continuing to read what others wrote to testify his appreciation.
"I'm touching." then said simply.
"I like it, then."
The boy refrained from responding to a question so obvious, and appearance that Riddle would write again.
"Well, then I do not see why I should not switch to something stronger, given that you're appreciated. "
Harry shuddered.
"Stop masturbating and you would open your legs, your face approach to your penis and starts licking."
The boy clearly felt something rough and wet on his erection and groaning wondered if it was part of the magic of the diary or if it were just an illusion.
"I'll take it fully into her mouth and suck. Dureresti not much, you're already at the limit! Would you come in my mouth and I swallow it all without any problems. You have a nice flavor, Harry Potter. "
And Harry was really in his hand. Panting, he cleaned as best on pajama pants dropped to half and arched his back, feeling the weight of the diary unusually warm stomach.
"Did you like?" asked Tom. The twelve
nodded, remembering immediately that Riddle could not see him, so he wrote a "yes" letters flickering on the back page of the diary immaculate.
"Well, because I have not finished yet."
A radiant smile lit up the face of Harry. What could be nicer than what Tom had just made you feel?
"I can find me?" Wrote then taken by a surge of goodwill.
'Do you what I'd do it.
Are you ready? "
Harry nodded again alone in the dark, convinced of being a captivating and seductive in front of Tom, and then remembered that unfortunately it was not and write back a 'yes' a bit disappointed about the diary.
"You're still half naked and panting, little Harry. I lie about you-my skin feel fresh on your burning? - And you would kiss.
Oh, you do not know what I wanted to do it! "
Harry s'inumidì a finger and if they passed his lips, imagining the language of Tom touching his plan.
"Continuing to kiss you, I evenly placed between your legs, your thighs should be really soft, I wet a finger and slowly put it in your narrow opening. "
The boy looked startled the right index finger, not knowing what do. If
Tom said he wanted to tell them, should not be so terrible. Maybe it was pleasant ...
Hesitant, again licked his right index finger and shaking his took him to the opening and then remained motionless and terrified.
A shiver of rage through him: he was brave, he had shown over and over again, how could panic in a time like this? So
took a deep breath and did penetrate the skin with caution. A hiss escaped
serpentesco the lips and narrowed his eyes, forgetting for a moment the diary.
"Done?" Riddle said, adding immediately: "Indeed I can not answer, I trust your good will."
Harry pushed his finger deeper, moaning in solitude and hoping that none of his companions hear him. Shortly after, he began to see the positive side of the situation and added a second finger, press down as he could.
At that moment, a thought it froze. Tom said he had only one finger ... and if you were angry?
A smile a little 'shot appeared on his face: he had to stop fearing a set of sheets of paper as if it were a real person. That image
saddened him. Tom was a real person?
He forced himself staring at the page of the diary, and realized that he was appearing a new writing.
"Then he put a second - Harry sighed, relieved - and begins to move his fingers inside you. Like you, Harry? You're lyin '? Oh, do not answer, I know that you can not, but my curiosity leads me to bring questions. "
" I like it. " wrote the boy struggling with his left hand, trying to block the tremor who had attacked.
"Thank you, Harry. If you agree, you would not be add-third finger. You'll love ... "
Harry, almost without even thinking about it, put another finger and began to move too, going against his eager hands and groaning floor.
He wanted to hear Tom's body pressing against her, his voice whispering in the ears and fingers touching his secret and unexplored areas of his body.
"pants, my little Harry Potter. Call upon my name, Scream it out. Come back to me. No one knows what happened tonight will be our secret forever. And it could happen again, Harry, whenever you want.
I could give you more, but I prefer to stop here. Not all at once, do you agree? Besides, how could you not be? You do not know what to expect. Oh, Harry, I love. Yes, love me. Like everyone else. But for you it will be different, I will differ. Submitting ... Harry Potter, do not even know what it means for me. So come on, boy, and love me with everything yourself. "
intrigued Harry read the words and, despite himself, he could no longer restrain himself. With a stifled groan came again, pulling his fingers and bringing his hand to his intimacy, ashamed and afraid to look around.
Too curious to resist, and was put on the feather to look at the letters traced by Riddle slowly fading and then write: "Can we ever meet, Tom? Where are you? Can I join you? You can come to me? Please, I want to see you. "
It seemed almost to hear a distant echo of laughter.
"All questions, Harry, that can not be answered. Not for now at least. "
And with the knowledge that nothing would happen that night, Harry closed the diary, placed it carefully under her pillow, dressed as best and stared at the dark.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: An interesting diary
Rating: NC-17
Characters - Pairing: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle - Tom / Harry
Warnings: Yaoi, slash, magic!
sex Notes: Written for the P0rn Fest with the prompt "Harry Potter, Harry / Tom Riddle, diary . E 'set during the second year at Hogwarts and Harry is devoted to shokka_chan and of course Alice him because I have after having a child with an agenda.
nonsense aside, in theory, Harry could not come because the glands that secrete sperm are not sufficiently developed up to fourteen years or so, blah blah, but Harry is very early (perchélodicoio), is a magician, is a Gryffindor, and then do as I say because I am the author and his character just a poor enslaved. Ah!
An interesting DIARY
Harry fell on a canopy bed and drew the curtains, and then extract sneak out from under the pillow the diary of Tom Riddle.
They had already spoken a few times Harry had asked questions on the Chamber of Secrets and Tom had always taken care to respond with grace and a hint of irony, but the Potter boy still could not fully understand.
The twelve year old took out the folder and a quill pen dipped it into the bottle of blue ink that was on the bedside table. With a firm hand, began to draw sharp letters and thin.
"Hello, Tom."
"Hello, Harry." was the prompt response of the diary, or Tom.
"How are you?" Asked Harry polite.
"Not bad. Can I ask you, Harry Potter? "
Intrigued, the young answered in the affirmative.
"You have a girlfriend?" then wrote Riddle.
"No. Why?
Harry's hand began to tremble slightly, because the diary was giving him such personal questions?
By now the boy had learned about the powers of the magical world of objects, but still never stopped surprising. That wicked little book had a soul? He should talk to Dumbledore?
He rejected the idea immediately, too curious to forgo further information on the possessor of that mysterious agenda.
"So you never had sex?" meanwhile wrote to Tom. Harry
blushed violently. What kind of questions were they?
"Of course not! I have only twelve years! " said, somewhat 'affected.
"I never think like that?" Riddle continued undaunted. The young Potter
chewed her lower lip undecided. How is this being allowed to inquire about such personal matters? He was not ashamed? Indeed he had never heard of diaries that are ashamed, but in that world everything was possible.
"There are still too small, I fear." then wrote vigorously, determined not to satisfy the strange object.
"I have experience. I'm sixteen, you know? I could teach you something. "
Harry winced: the situation was becoming unmanageable.
"Are you a diary ..." then said, almost to convince more than anything else.
"The Closet, Harry Potter."
The boy grunted something unintelligible.
who was believed to be that Tom Riddle? He could not even say that Tom Riddle, now it was just a silly diary and had no reason to think that you are superior to him.
"Show me you'd know what to do then." wrote opinionated.
"Tell me what you want to do."
Harry jumped and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed, as if those sheets of yellowed paper could spy on him in secret. An incomprehensible
instinct prompted him to resume the quill pen and continue writing.
"I do not know. You're the expert. "
" Start by telling me where you are ... "
The young man swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair nervously.
"In my dorm. Lying on the bed. "
" And there is someone else with you? " asked Tom.
"I have the curtains drawn and all the others are asleep." He was
leaving drag a bit 'too much ...
"How are you dressed?"
Harry stared stupidly shocked the body, as if he had suddenly appeared wearing a black leather thong.
"I've got my pajamas." wrote with a slight embarrassment.
"If I were there ...
you first remove the top-you definitely have a good physical and begins to touch you. Then she starts licking her nipples, until they become hard. And then continued to lick to get to the edge of your pants. You will not remove them, not yet, and we'll touch through the fabric. Move your hand on your penis until it becomes hard and ... "
Harry nearly cried reading those few lines.
His breathing became labored and his hand instinctively slipped on the crotch.
A thought made his way into his mind: he had to write something? What?
"And ...?" was limited then to respond.
"and begin to feel a little wet. You did great, Harry, oh yes! Very slowly you calerei pajama bottoms and continues to touch, but still not take off your pants.
get wet more and more.
Then you pull your pants ... wait, how?
Harry he gasped, clutching a leg spasmodically.
"Blank."
"Well, Harry Potter. Then you pull your pants white innocent young boy, who certainly are not, and start touching you without more material to share your erection from my hand.
know, it's bigger than I expected ... "The boy groaned
strong, after looking around, terrified that someone will hear. He could well imagine Tom
-of which he knew the look in his memory, having seen him on top of him masturbating him even as he himself had never dared to do.
His face was scarlet, and drenched in sweat, while his hands were shaking in contact with the skin hot.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Riddle asked, interrupting the narrative.
Harry, totally taken by surprise was yet another jolt.
What was the answer?
did not want to give it too easily won, but it was obvious that the fact that he was continuing to read what others wrote to testify his appreciation.
"I'm touching." then said simply.
"I like it, then."
The boy refrained from responding to a question so obvious, and appearance that Riddle would write again.
"Well, then I do not see why I should not switch to something stronger, given that you're appreciated. "
Harry shuddered.
"Stop masturbating and you would open your legs, your face approach to your penis and starts licking."
The boy clearly felt something rough and wet on his erection and groaning wondered if it was part of the magic of the diary or if it were just an illusion.
"I'll take it fully into her mouth and suck. Dureresti not much, you're already at the limit! Would you come in my mouth and I swallow it all without any problems. You have a nice flavor, Harry Potter. "
And Harry was really in his hand. Panting, he cleaned as best on pajama pants dropped to half and arched his back, feeling the weight of the diary unusually warm stomach.
"Did you like?" asked Tom. The twelve
nodded, remembering immediately that Riddle could not see him, so he wrote a "yes" letters flickering on the back page of the diary immaculate.
"Well, because I have not finished yet."
A radiant smile lit up the face of Harry. What could be nicer than what Tom had just made you feel?
"I can find me?" Wrote then taken by a surge of goodwill.
'Do you what I'd do it.
Are you ready? "
Harry nodded again alone in the dark, convinced of being a captivating and seductive in front of Tom, and then remembered that unfortunately it was not and write back a 'yes' a bit disappointed about the diary.
"You're still half naked and panting, little Harry. I lie about you-my skin feel fresh on your burning? - And you would kiss.
Oh, you do not know what I wanted to do it! "
Harry s'inumidì a finger and if they passed his lips, imagining the language of Tom touching his plan.
"Continuing to kiss you, I evenly placed between your legs, your thighs should be really soft, I wet a finger and slowly put it in your narrow opening. "
The boy looked startled the right index finger, not knowing what do. If
Tom said he wanted to tell them, should not be so terrible. Maybe it was pleasant ...
Hesitant, again licked his right index finger and shaking his took him to the opening and then remained motionless and terrified.
A shiver of rage through him: he was brave, he had shown over and over again, how could panic in a time like this? So
took a deep breath and did penetrate the skin with caution. A hiss escaped
serpentesco the lips and narrowed his eyes, forgetting for a moment the diary.
"Done?" Riddle said, adding immediately: "Indeed I can not answer, I trust your good will."
Harry pushed his finger deeper, moaning in solitude and hoping that none of his companions hear him. Shortly after, he began to see the positive side of the situation and added a second finger, press down as he could.
At that moment, a thought it froze. Tom said he had only one finger ... and if you were angry?
A smile a little 'shot appeared on his face: he had to stop fearing a set of sheets of paper as if it were a real person. That image
saddened him. Tom was a real person?
He forced himself staring at the page of the diary, and realized that he was appearing a new writing.
"Then he put a second - Harry sighed, relieved - and begins to move his fingers inside you. Like you, Harry? You're lyin '? Oh, do not answer, I know that you can not, but my curiosity leads me to bring questions. "
" I like it. " wrote the boy struggling with his left hand, trying to block the tremor who had attacked.
"Thank you, Harry. If you agree, you would not be add-third finger. You'll love ... "
Harry, almost without even thinking about it, put another finger and began to move too, going against his eager hands and groaning floor.
He wanted to hear Tom's body pressing against her, his voice whispering in the ears and fingers touching his secret and unexplored areas of his body.
"pants, my little Harry Potter. Call upon my name, Scream it out. Come back to me. No one knows what happened tonight will be our secret forever. And it could happen again, Harry, whenever you want.
I could give you more, but I prefer to stop here. Not all at once, do you agree? Besides, how could you not be? You do not know what to expect. Oh, Harry, I love. Yes, love me. Like everyone else. But for you it will be different, I will differ. Submitting ... Harry Potter, do not even know what it means for me. So come on, boy, and love me with everything yourself. "
intrigued Harry read the words and, despite himself, he could no longer restrain himself. With a stifled groan came again, pulling his fingers and bringing his hand to his intimacy, ashamed and afraid to look around.
Too curious to resist, and was put on the feather to look at the letters traced by Riddle slowly fading and then write: "Can we ever meet, Tom? Where are you? Can I join you? You can come to me? Please, I want to see you. "
It seemed almost to hear a distant echo of laughter.
"All questions, Harry, that can not be answered. Not for now at least. "
And with the knowledge that nothing would happen that night, Harry closed the diary, placed it carefully under her pillow, dressed as best and stared at the dark.
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