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Gratuitous Wankfic - H/G - NC-17
Title: Gratuitous Wankfic
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/?
Words : 700
Rating: NC-17
Written for my darlingvelvethope, who rather forlornly asked ‘How come you never write me any smut? You could just give me Masturbating Harry!’
Gratuitous Wankfic
****
It had been a completely crap practise, and by the time Harry had caught the Snitch it was almost dark and Ron had ripped into his pathetic Beaters and sent them back up to the castle in tears.
Everyone else had already showered and changed when Harry entered the changing rooms and he slumped forlornly on a bench and rested his forearms on his knees.
His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and rivulets ran down between his shoulder blades. God, they’d been awful, and the game against Slytherin was next week.
He sighed and pulled at the laces of his wrist-guards with his teeth, finally getting the tight knot undone and pulling his hand free of the smooth leather. He flexed his fingers and wrist gently and repeated the exercise on his other hand.
Dropping the wrist-guards to the floor, he bent and unlaced his boots and shin-guards, kicking them aside and stripping off his socks. Dragging himself to his feet, he untied his robes and shrugged them off his shoulders. Underneath his shirt and trousers were stuck to his body with sweat and he peeled them off and kicked them away.
As he was alone in the changing rooms he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his snitch-covered boxers and bent at the hips, pushing them down to his ankles and stepping out of them.
Grabbing a clean towel from the pile on a bench, he pushed open the door into the showers. The room was still hot and steamy and the floor was covered in the wet foot-prints of his team-mates and he hooked his towel over a curtain rod and muttered the Charm to turn on the water.
It was already hot and he stepped under it, letting it thunder down on his aching shoulders and wash away the sweat and grime of the practise. Cycling through its Charm, the water ran with pine smelling shower gel and Harry ran his hands slowly over his body, rolling his neck to get out the kinks in his tired and sore muscles. The smell changed and Harry ducked his head under the jet of shampoo, tangling his hands in his hair as the water cleared and flushed the bubbles from his raven locks.
Staying under the warm water that caressed his body, Harry’s hands idly ran down his body again until they reached his cock. Most of his aching muscles had eased under the shower, but there was one last thing that would help him relax properly.
Taking his cock in one hand, Harry braced his feet slightly apart on the floor and leant his other forearm on the tiled wall of his cubicle. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, closing his fingers around the hardening length and running his thumb up and up and over, then sliding back down and pulling the foreskin after it.
He sighed again and allowed an image to form behind his closed eyelids. A forbidden image he kept for those special occasions when he was totally alone.
An image of a slender naked body kneeling at his feet in the shower. An image of sparkling brown eyes laughing up at him through long, wet, red hair. An image of a smiling freckled face as his cock slipped between welcoming pink lips and was sucked hungrily into a hot, wet mouth.
His cock was hard in his hand as he lazily thrust his hips forwards. The velvety skin slid over the core as he fucked his fist and thought of that mouth, of filling that welcoming mouth, of hitting the back of that throat and making it swallow.
His heart raced and his chest heaved and he groaned as his balls tightened and his cock jerked and spat ribbons of come at the wall of the shower, and he squeezed hard with shaking fingers, imagining that throat closing over his throbbing cock as it was greedily sucked clean.
He opened his eyes and watched the water wash away the evidence, shivering with aftershocks and squeezing his cock again. Then, aware he was shivering with cold as well, and that the door to the changing rooms was open and letting in a cold draft, he turned to meet a wide pair of sparkling brown eyes.
“Ginny!” he gasped.
Title: Gratuitous Wankfic
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/?
Words : 700
Rating: NC-17
Written for my darling
velvethope, who rather forlornly asked ‘How come you never write me any smut? You could just give me Masturbating Harry!’ Gratuitous Wankfic
****
It had been a completely crap practise, and by the time Harry had caught the Snitch it was almost dark and Ron had ripped into his pathetic Beaters and sent them back up to the castle in tears.
Everyone else had already showered and changed when Harry entered the changing rooms and he slumped forlornly on a bench and rested his forearms on his knees.
His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and rivulets ran down between his shoulder blades. God, they’d been awful, and the game against Slytherin was next week.
He sighed and pulled at the laces of his wrist-guards with his teeth, finally getting the tight knot undone and pulling his hand free of the smooth leather. He flexed his fingers and wrist gently and repeated the exercise on his other hand.
Dropping the wrist-guards to the floor, he bent and unlaced his boots and shin-guards, kicking them aside and stripping off his socks. Dragging himself to his feet, he untied his robes and shrugged them off his shoulders. Underneath his shirt and trousers were stuck to his body with sweat and he peeled them off and kicked them away.
As he was alone in the changing rooms he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his snitch-covered boxers and bent at the hips, pushing them down to his ankles and stepping out of them.
Grabbing a clean towel from the pile on a bench, he pushed open the door into the showers. The room was still hot and steamy and the floor was covered in the wet foot-prints of his team-mates and he hooked his towel over a curtain rod and muttered the Charm to turn on the water.
It was already hot and he stepped under it, letting it thunder down on his aching shoulders and wash away the sweat and grime of the practise. Cycling through its Charm, the water ran with pine smelling shower gel and Harry ran his hands slowly over his body, rolling his neck to get out the kinks in his tired and sore muscles. The smell changed and Harry ducked his head under the jet of shampoo, tangling his hands in his hair as the water cleared and flushed the bubbles from his raven locks.
Staying under the warm water that caressed his body, Harry’s hands idly ran down his body again until they reached his cock. Most of his aching muscles had eased under the shower, but there was one last thing that would help him relax properly.
Taking his cock in one hand, Harry braced his feet slightly apart on the floor and leant his other forearm on the tiled wall of his cubicle. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, closing his fingers around the hardening length and running his thumb up and up and over, then sliding back down and pulling the foreskin after it.
He sighed again and allowed an image to form behind his closed eyelids. A forbidden image he kept for those special occasions when he was totally alone.
An image of a slender naked body kneeling at his feet in the shower. An image of sparkling brown eyes laughing up at him through long, wet, red hair. An image of a smiling freckled face as his cock slipped between welcoming pink lips and was sucked hungrily into a hot, wet mouth.
His cock was hard in his hand as he lazily thrust his hips forwards. The velvety skin slid over the core as he fucked his fist and thought of that mouth, of filling that welcoming mouth, of hitting the back of that throat and making it swallow.
His heart raced and his chest heaved and he groaned as his balls tightened and his cock jerked and spat ribbons of come at the wall of the shower, and he squeezed hard with shaking fingers, imagining that throat closing over his throbbing cock as it was greedily sucked clean.
He opened his eyes and watched the water wash away the evidence, shivering with aftershocks and squeezing his cock again. Then, aware he was shivering with cold as well, and that the door to the changing rooms was open and letting in a cold draft, he turned to meet a wide pair of sparkling brown eyes.
“Ginny!” he gasped.