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A Gnome's Eye View - for cyclonejuliet - Harry/Ron - NC-17
Title : A Gnome's Eye View
For :cyclonejuliet
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : wild sex in front of the Xmas tree from the POV of the stupefied gnome on top of the tree.
Words : 825
Rating : NC-17
Just you wait until us gets down from here.
They cannot do this to Gnigel and get away with it!
That Ginger deserved to be bitten; us'd spent hours digging up that glorious carrot, and he just snatched it away from us.
So us bit him.
And he and his matching Ginger caught us and majicked us and dressed us in last year's tutu and now Gnigel has a tree stuck up our arse.
The Ginger is gonna pay!
Now it is night time, and us was all alone, clenching round the tree, until someone comes down the stairs and is huddled on the couch.
If it was one of the matching Gingers, us would pee on him.
If us could; us really needs to pee, but it feels all bunged up.
But it isn't a Ginger, at all.
It's the Blackhead.
He is sitting and staring at the flames, looking glum.
Gnigel is not gonna feel sorry for him, because he laughed at us, with the Gingers.
He looked a little scared of the matching Gingers – everyone does, when they get really loud - but he has one of his very own, that he likes best.
The really tall one, who reached up here and stuck the tree up Gnigel's arse.
So us really should hate him the most; except that it actually feels much better than us expected.
The door opens again and now a Ginger has come in.
He has sat down, next to the Blackhead, and he is stroking him.
The Blackhead is leaning against him, resting his head on the Ginger's shoulder, and it is his favourite one and those long fingers are petting his hair.
Even though us couldn't move, those long fingers did feel good, especially under the tutu, when he was trying to decide where to stick the tree.
Us isn't quite ready to talk about that.
Us'll wait till us sees Gnorman: he stole three shiny hair ribbons from the Bushhead, last Summer.
It's a good thing that the Bushhead, and her sodding cat, aren't here, because the Bushhead likes to talk too much, and the boys obviously don't, because they have dropped trou pretty swiftly, and the Blackhead has turned round and is kneeling on the couch.
Us only got a glimpse of his arse – pale in the firelight – before his Ginger's head got in the way.
Us cannot imagine what the Ginger is doing; the Blackhead is making strangled noises and his Ginger lifts his face from between his spread cheeks to whisper "hush!" before going back to work.
His head is bobbing up and down; us will have to ask Gnorman.
Then he sits back, and his long fingers are stroking the Blackhead between his glistening cheeks, and us can see dark hair there, too, and maybe Folk should call him Blackarse.
Those fingers look like they know what they are doing, as they part the cheeks and one finger slides up, inside the Blackhead, and well, us has never seen anything like it.
It looks painful, but the Blackhead is gasping, and pushing his arse back at his Ginger, and, well, the tip of the tree does feel pretty good, between our cheeks, doesn't it?
This Ginger is more than just a spotty face.
"Now," the Blackhead moans and his Ginger kneels behind him, stroking his cock and rubbing it against the quivering arse in front of him.
Well.
Us thought that that carrot was the most glorious thing us'd ever seen.
But the Ginger's cock is unbelievable.
Long and thick – us could barely wrap our arms and legs around it!
The head is the size and shape of the best Folk hats.
He presses it between the Blackarsed cheeks and it is swallowed up, inch by inch, and us knows where it must be going, but us cannot believe it, and the Ginger moans and digs his fingers into those pale cheeks.
The Blackhead is whimpering, but he isn't fighting him off, he is arching his back as his Ginger starts moving again. It seems he loves the feeling of his Ginger's cock inside him.
Us hasn't seen Gnorman's cock since we were wee Folk, and us wonders how big it is.
Us doesn't need to pee, anymore; us really needs to spread seed.
Because the Ginger's arse is flexing as he drives into his Blackhead, and he reaches forward and tangles his fingers into the black hair and whispers, "oh, Harry" as he collapses on top of him.
And the Blackhead turns in his arms, as that cock slides out of him, and he wraps his arms and legs round his Ginger and they cling to each other.
And they dress and leave the room, and it's not their fault that us is bursting to spread seed, but us hopes one of the matching Gingers is in range, when this majick wears off, because he is gonna get an eyeful!
Title : A Gnome's Eye View
For :
cyclonejulietPairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : wild sex in front of the Xmas tree from the POV of the stupefied gnome on top of the tree.
Words : 825
Rating : NC-17
Just you wait until us gets down from here.
They cannot do this to Gnigel and get away with it!
That Ginger deserved to be bitten; us'd spent hours digging up that glorious carrot, and he just snatched it away from us.
So us bit him.
And he and his matching Ginger caught us and majicked us and dressed us in last year's tutu and now Gnigel has a tree stuck up our arse.
The Ginger is gonna pay!
Now it is night time, and us was all alone, clenching round the tree, until someone comes down the stairs and is huddled on the couch.
If it was one of the matching Gingers, us would pee on him.
If us could; us really needs to pee, but it feels all bunged up.
But it isn't a Ginger, at all.
It's the Blackhead.
He is sitting and staring at the flames, looking glum.
Gnigel is not gonna feel sorry for him, because he laughed at us, with the Gingers.
He looked a little scared of the matching Gingers – everyone does, when they get really loud - but he has one of his very own, that he likes best.
The really tall one, who reached up here and stuck the tree up Gnigel's arse.
So us really should hate him the most; except that it actually feels much better than us expected.
The door opens again and now a Ginger has come in.
He has sat down, next to the Blackhead, and he is stroking him.
The Blackhead is leaning against him, resting his head on the Ginger's shoulder, and it is his favourite one and those long fingers are petting his hair.
Even though us couldn't move, those long fingers did feel good, especially under the tutu, when he was trying to decide where to stick the tree.
Us isn't quite ready to talk about that.
Us'll wait till us sees Gnorman: he stole three shiny hair ribbons from the Bushhead, last Summer.
It's a good thing that the Bushhead, and her sodding cat, aren't here, because the Bushhead likes to talk too much, and the boys obviously don't, because they have dropped trou pretty swiftly, and the Blackhead has turned round and is kneeling on the couch.
Us only got a glimpse of his arse – pale in the firelight – before his Ginger's head got in the way.
Us cannot imagine what the Ginger is doing; the Blackhead is making strangled noises and his Ginger lifts his face from between his spread cheeks to whisper "hush!" before going back to work.
His head is bobbing up and down; us will have to ask Gnorman.
Then he sits back, and his long fingers are stroking the Blackhead between his glistening cheeks, and us can see dark hair there, too, and maybe Folk should call him Blackarse.
Those fingers look like they know what they are doing, as they part the cheeks and one finger slides up, inside the Blackhead, and well, us has never seen anything like it.
It looks painful, but the Blackhead is gasping, and pushing his arse back at his Ginger, and, well, the tip of the tree does feel pretty good, between our cheeks, doesn't it?
This Ginger is more than just a spotty face.
"Now," the Blackhead moans and his Ginger kneels behind him, stroking his cock and rubbing it against the quivering arse in front of him.
Well.
Us thought that that carrot was the most glorious thing us'd ever seen.
But the Ginger's cock is unbelievable.
Long and thick – us could barely wrap our arms and legs around it!
The head is the size and shape of the best Folk hats.
He presses it between the Blackarsed cheeks and it is swallowed up, inch by inch, and us knows where it must be going, but us cannot believe it, and the Ginger moans and digs his fingers into those pale cheeks.
The Blackhead is whimpering, but he isn't fighting him off, he is arching his back as his Ginger starts moving again. It seems he loves the feeling of his Ginger's cock inside him.
Us hasn't seen Gnorman's cock since we were wee Folk, and us wonders how big it is.
Us doesn't need to pee, anymore; us really needs to spread seed.
Because the Ginger's arse is flexing as he drives into his Blackhead, and he reaches forward and tangles his fingers into the black hair and whispers, "oh, Harry" as he collapses on top of him.
And the Blackhead turns in his arms, as that cock slides out of him, and he wraps his arms and legs round his Ginger and they cling to each other.
And they dress and leave the room, and it's not their fault that us is bursting to spread seed, but us hopes one of the matching Gingers is in range, when this majick wears off, because he is gonna get an eyeful!