“So you’ve worked up an appetite then, Harry?” Marcone called to me, with that particular he’s-on-his-knees smile that went straight to my cock.
“You bet.” I licked my lips at him cheerfully. “Mmmmm mmmm.”
John huffed a laugh. “I’m sure Nathan will appreciate your enthusiasm.”
I blinked. Shouldn't we work through three people before adding a four- oh. “Hey! You have a first name!” I said, pointing up at Hendricks.
“Most people do,” he smiled down at me.
“Naaaaaathan,” I said, trying it on him. “Nathanial. Nat. Natey!”
“Don’t you dare, Harry,” he said, and I felt a weird surge of glee at all the first-naming as Hendricks hooked me under the arm and guided me to my feet. “Come on, bed.”
I admit, I leaped onto it, bouncing John enough that he took a swipe at the back of my head. I ducked thanks to my hyper-developed Marcone-centric spidey sense, and rolled onto my back in time to see Hendricks lose his boxers and take a seat on the bed. “Come on come on come on,” I bounced, drumming my heels in excitement, and then springing back up to pull Hendricks down to join us. He ended up sprawled diagonally across the sheets, wearing me as a blanket. A giggly, giddy blanket.
“Wizard catnip,” Marcone murmured, crawling towards us. I worked my way down Hendricks happily. “Planning to show off, Harry?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, partly in answer to his question and partly as a greeting to Hendricks’ cock, bobbing towards me as I propped my chin on his thigh, sprawled between his legs with my own hanging off the bed. “Hi there Natey.”
Hendricks made a strangled noise which cut off abruptly, and I peered round his cock to see John taking full possession of Hendricks’ mouth, slick and commanding. Show, officially on the road. I took my cue, curled long fingers around the base of Hendricks’ cock, and then traced a thick vein straight up to not-so-little-Natey’s head with my tongue. I lapped at the precome beading there, curious for the taste of not-John. Less bitter, more salt and either the taste or the smell of him short circuited my self restraint, because I wrapped my lips around him and went to town.
By rights I should have choked, because he was more than I was used to and I was on the hasty side of enthusiastic, but I was right, he practically vibrated under me but didn’t thrust up. I was free to take in what I wanted when I wanted, and it was a strange change from Marcone’s hands tight in my hair and his pistoning hips. Over the sounds of my own greedy sucking, I could just about hear John murmur something between kisses. “You can tell him how you like it. He’s a quick learner.” I grinned at the compliment, because it was true. I’d learned how to do this on my knees, John shaking to pieces above me, slumped against a soon to be splintered bookshelf. But I wasn’t the only thing on offer here, or the only thing Hendricks should tell us he liked. I slipped him out of my mouth with a deliberate pop.
“Want to fuck me, Nathan? Or John? Or, hey, get fucked?” That got me a little jerk of his hips, and a garbled nonsense phrase that eventually turned into. “God. All of the above.”
“Huh,” I said, and dropped a kiss on his abs. The kiss turned into a lick, a slick dip into his belly button that made Hendricks yelp. Ticklish? Duly noted. “You should fuck John,” I said it with certainty but without consciously considering matters. All my best ideas happen that way, because as soon as I said it I knew it was right. As much as I wanted to lower myself onto Hendricks’ cock, filled further than I’d ever been, as much as he was delighted by me, his thing with John had history to it. Plus, John had dived for the bedside cabinet as soon as I’d opened my mouth, and was currently trying to shoulder me off Hendricks. “Oi!” I said, and shoved him playfully, but the man had lube and a condom and, apparently, a plan, so I ceded ground. Hendricks looked well kissed and maybe a little breathless, the way kissing John Marcone often left me. Obviously ready for more though, because he pulled me into his arms and met my mouth with his own.
“Johnny,” he rasped in a warning tone. I peered over my shoulder and there John was, looking exultant, one hand stoking Hendricks condom clad cock, the other behind himself at an awkward angle, working away.
“I’d have got that for you,” I pointed out with a roll of my eyes. “Multitasker.”
“Rather watch you,” John said.
“Still, need a hand?”
John grunted and shook his head, and then bam, sudden avalanche of Mount Hendricks. I yelped, knocked to the side, and John was borne down by a mobile wall of muscle, pinned flat on his back. I had a hilarious moment of thinking they were going to topple off the bed, but they came to a halt precariously close to the edge instead. Hendricks didn’t even bother relocating to safer ground, instead he pushed John’s thighs apart and slid straight into him.
“Fuck!” Marcone ground out as Hendricks came to rest pressed up against him. “Fuck,” I echoed earnestly. It was too much just to watch, and I trailed a hand down to my cock absentmindedly, stroking as Hendricks gave into a fit of utter bastardry and decided to take things slow. He eased out of John, snuck a hand under John’s ass to simultaneously grope a tight handful and tilt him up at a better angle, and then slid gradually back home. I don’t know what noise John made, but it sparked a smile between me and Hendricks. He didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down, ignored John’s scrabbling attempts to set the pace. He just kept going, muscles of his ass and thighs flexing in interesting ways beneath his skin. John wasn’t going to last long. He’d clenched one fist in the sheets above his head, wrapped the other tight around his cock. I watched him close eyes, and started a mental countdown. Five, four, three, two, one.
“Ah!” Marcone came, all over his stomach. I applauded. Hendricks didn’t change his pace. He kept going, steady, relentless.
“You are really good at that,” I groaned, and got a smile in return. “Next time, I have dibs. I’m riding your cock till you come.” Without warning he did, thrusting into John one last time on a sharp breath, trembling just for a moment. Apparently Hendricks wasn’t an afterglow kind of guy. He sat back on his heels, slipped out of John, and stretched. “Tag, you’re it,” he said.
John blinked up at us slowly. “Uh, Nathe, I don’t think he’s- ” Hendricks slid two fingers back into John, and then smiled at the noise he made, “Up for it? Sure he is. Johnny?”
It took a while for the words to sink through John’s sex-drunk haze, and then he nodded. “Harry. Yes. Please.”
Not the kind of invitation I’m in the habit of turning down. I took a second to grab a condom, and then slid straight into him. It was slick and easy, John was as open as I’d ever felt him, welcoming me home. Seeing him pooled beneath me, all lax and well fucked was enough to nearly finish me. But I had a little self control, enough to hook one of John knees up toward his chest and then race towards my own pleasure, as fast as Hendricks hadn’t been. John fucking keened, and I nearly folded him in half, hungry to kiss his pliant mouth. Hendricks had done a good job, it’d taken me a long, long time to work out how to get John like this, to give it all up. I grunted with the effort of slamming into him, slap of skin against skin as I thrust frantically. Hendricks’ hand dropped onto my back, firm and reassuring. He followed my thrusts, hand easing down to my ass, and I felt something in me thrill to the reminder of his presence. I wondered if Hendricks could take me to pieces too, if he was strong enough to fuck me up against a wall, to wrangle my long limbs and lean muscle into a position he could work with. As I wondered, he brushed a finger up against my asshole and I whimpered at the same time as John. He’d started to moan and writhe on every thrust now, little spasms of over fucked sensitivity every time I slid home. We were getting to the limit of what he could take. Hendricks chose then to reach out and smooth a finger through the cum on John’s stomach, along his spent cock. John hissed and then tightened around me and then oh christ I was done.
Fuck.
I crashed onto the bed, just about managing to miss John. “Best. Idea. Ever.” I said. “We’re doing this again, right?”
Hendricks, still sat back on his heels, surveyed the human wreckage on the bed.”We still gotta talk this thing through. But yeah, I want to. I want this,” he said. John made a pleased noise. “Shut up you,” Hendricks answered him.
“What?” I asked, scenting an in-joke.
“Surprisingly difficult,” John slurred. “T’find things he wants. Worse than you, sometimes.” I grinned. John’s bone deep satisfaction was audible.
“Hey, Hendricks, you a master cuddler too? Because John’s a hugger. Shut up, you are.”
As it happened, Hendricks had a black belt in snuggling. I set my head on his chest and grinned, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Yeah. He fit. We were doing this again, we were doing this all the time.
OP apologizes for not responding sooner. I have been (re)reading this, and having small moments of joy, then not knowing what to reply with that is not just a post of glee, and then rereading.
In short: I love this. I love the end. I love that they're so close to the edge Harry thought they'd fall off, and then forgets about it. I love that John's a hugger. I love that Hendricks - Nathan! - snuggles. I love the last line. I REALLY love all the last line implies. I love that John is so smugly satisfied that he's found something Hendricks wants that he doesn't even have to say anything.
I... love it all.
And it REALLY makes me want to make a Harry/John/Nathan snuggling prompt. Because this was just made of utter win.
...okay, it wasn't a post of pure *squee*, so that counts for something, right? :)
No worries OP, glad you liked it! For some reason John-is-a-cuddler seems to be a key part of my fanon, and I decided Hendricks would probably give good hugs too.
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“You bet.” I licked my lips at him cheerfully. “Mmmmm mmmm.”
John huffed a laugh. “I’m sure Nathan will appreciate your enthusiasm.”
I blinked. Shouldn't we work through three people before adding a four- oh. “Hey! You have a first name!” I said, pointing up at Hendricks.
“Most people do,” he smiled down at me.
“Naaaaaathan,” I said, trying it on him. “Nathanial. Nat. Natey!”
“Don’t you dare, Harry,” he said, and I felt a weird surge of glee at all the first-naming as Hendricks hooked me under the arm and guided me to my feet. “Come on, bed.”
I admit, I leaped onto it, bouncing John enough that he took a swipe at the back of my head. I ducked thanks to my hyper-developed Marcone-centric spidey sense, and rolled onto my back in time to see Hendricks lose his boxers and take a seat on the bed. “Come on come on come on,” I bounced, drumming my heels in excitement, and then springing back up to pull Hendricks down to join us. He ended up sprawled diagonally across the sheets, wearing me as a blanket. A giggly, giddy blanket.
“Wizard catnip,” Marcone murmured, crawling towards us. I worked my way down Hendricks happily. “Planning to show off, Harry?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, partly in answer to his question and partly as a greeting to Hendricks’ cock, bobbing towards me as I propped my chin on his thigh, sprawled between his legs with my own hanging off the bed. “Hi there Natey.”
Hendricks made a strangled noise which cut off abruptly, and I peered round his cock to see John taking full possession of Hendricks’ mouth, slick and commanding. Show, officially on the road. I took my cue, curled long fingers around the base of Hendricks’ cock, and then traced a thick vein straight up to not-so-little-Natey’s head with my tongue. I lapped at the precome beading there, curious for the taste of not-John. Less bitter, more salt and either the taste or the smell of him short circuited my self restraint, because I wrapped my lips around him and went to town.
By rights I should have choked, because he was more than I was used to and I was on the hasty side of enthusiastic, but I was right, he practically vibrated under me but didn’t thrust up. I was free to take in what I wanted when I wanted, and it was a strange change from Marcone’s hands tight in my hair and his pistoning hips. Over the sounds of my own greedy sucking, I could just about hear John murmur something between kisses. “You can tell him how you like it. He’s a quick learner.” I grinned at the compliment, because it was true. I’d learned how to do this on my knees, John shaking to pieces above me, slumped against a soon to be splintered bookshelf. But I wasn’t the only thing on offer here, or the only thing Hendricks should tell us he liked. I slipped him out of my mouth with a deliberate pop.
“Want to fuck me, Nathan? Or John? Or, hey, get fucked?” That got me a little jerk of his hips, and a garbled nonsense phrase that eventually turned into. “God. All of the above.”
“Huh,” I said, and dropped a kiss on his abs. The kiss turned into a lick, a slick dip into his belly button that made Hendricks yelp. Ticklish? Duly noted. “You should fuck John,” I said it with certainty but without consciously considering matters. All my best ideas happen that way, because as soon as I said it I knew it was right. As much as I wanted to lower myself onto Hendricks’ cock, filled further than I’d ever been, as much as he was delighted by me, his thing with John had history to it. Plus, John had dived for the bedside cabinet as soon as I’d opened my mouth, and was currently trying to shoulder me off Hendricks. “Oi!” I said, and shoved him playfully, but the man had lube and a condom and, apparently, a plan, so I ceded ground. Hendricks looked well kissed and maybe a little breathless, the way kissing John Marcone often left me. Obviously ready for more though, because he pulled me into his arms and met my mouth with his own.
“Johnny,” he rasped in a warning tone. I peered over my shoulder and there John was, looking exultant, one hand stoking Hendricks condom clad cock, the other behind himself at an awkward angle, working away.
“I’d have got that for you,” I pointed out with a roll of my eyes. “Multitasker.”
“Rather watch you,” John said.
“Still, need a hand?”
John grunted and shook his head, and then bam, sudden avalanche of Mount Hendricks. I yelped, knocked to the side, and John was borne down by a mobile wall of muscle, pinned flat on his back. I had a hilarious moment of thinking they were going to topple off the bed, but they came to a halt precariously close to the edge instead. Hendricks didn’t even bother relocating to safer ground, instead he pushed John’s thighs apart and slid straight into him.
“Fuck!” Marcone ground out as Hendricks came to rest pressed up against him. “Fuck,” I echoed earnestly. It was too much just to watch, and I trailed a hand down to my cock absentmindedly, stroking as Hendricks gave into a fit of utter bastardry and decided to take things slow. He eased out of John, snuck a hand under John’s ass to simultaneously grope a tight handful and tilt him up at a better angle, and then slid gradually back home. I don’t know what noise John made, but it sparked a smile between me and Hendricks. He didn’t speed up, didn’t slow down, ignored John’s scrabbling attempts to set the pace. He just kept going, muscles of his ass and thighs flexing in interesting ways beneath his skin. John wasn’t going to last long. He’d clenched one fist in the sheets above his head, wrapped the other tight around his cock. I watched him close eyes, and started a mental countdown. Five, four, three, two, one.
“Ah!” Marcone came, all over his stomach. I applauded. Hendricks didn’t change his pace. He kept going, steady, relentless.
“You are really good at that,” I groaned, and got a smile in return. “Next time, I have dibs. I’m riding your cock till you come.” Without warning he did, thrusting into John one last time on a sharp breath, trembling just for a moment. Apparently Hendricks wasn’t an afterglow kind of guy. He sat back on his heels, slipped out of John, and stretched. “Tag, you’re it,” he said.
John blinked up at us slowly. “Uh, Nathe, I don’t think he’s- ” Hendricks slid two fingers back into John, and then smiled at the noise he made, “Up for it? Sure he is. Johnny?”
It took a while for the words to sink through John’s sex-drunk haze, and then he nodded. “Harry. Yes. Please.”
Not the kind of invitation I’m in the habit of turning down. I took a second to grab a condom, and then slid straight into him. It was slick and easy, John was as open as I’d ever felt him, welcoming me home. Seeing him pooled beneath me, all lax and well fucked was enough to nearly finish me. But I had a little self control, enough to hook one of John knees up toward his chest and then race towards my own pleasure, as fast as Hendricks hadn’t been. John fucking keened, and I nearly folded him in half, hungry to kiss his pliant mouth. Hendricks had done a good job, it’d taken me a long, long time to work out how to get John like this, to give it all up. I grunted with the effort of slamming into him, slap of skin against skin as I thrust frantically. Hendricks’ hand dropped onto my back, firm and reassuring. He followed my thrusts, hand easing down to my ass, and I felt something in me thrill to the reminder of his presence. I wondered if Hendricks could take me to pieces too, if he was strong enough to fuck me up against a wall, to wrangle my long limbs and lean muscle into a position he could work with. As I wondered, he brushed a finger up against my asshole and I whimpered at the same time as John. He’d started to moan and writhe on every thrust now, little spasms of over fucked sensitivity every time I slid home. We were getting to the limit of what he could take. Hendricks chose then to reach out and smooth a finger through the cum on John’s stomach, along his spent cock. John hissed and then tightened around me and then oh christ I was done.
Fuck.
I crashed onto the bed, just about managing to miss John. “Best. Idea. Ever.” I said. “We’re doing this again, right?”
Hendricks, still sat back on his heels, surveyed the human wreckage on the bed.”We still gotta talk this thing through. But yeah, I want to. I want this,” he said. John made a pleased noise. “Shut up you,” Hendricks answered him.
“What?” I asked, scenting an in-joke.
“Surprisingly difficult,” John slurred. “T’find things he wants. Worse than you, sometimes.” I grinned. John’s bone deep satisfaction was audible.
“Hey, Hendricks, you a master cuddler too? Because John’s a hugger. Shut up, you are.”
As it happened, Hendricks had a black belt in snuggling. I set my head on his chest and grinned, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Yeah. He fit. We were doing this again, we were doing this all the time.
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Oh, my dear, you are a marvel. ♥
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In short: I love this. I love the end. I love that they're so close to the edge Harry thought they'd fall off, and then forgets about it. I love that John's a hugger. I love that Hendricks - Nathan! - snuggles. I love the last line. I REALLY love all the last line implies. I love that John is so smugly satisfied that he's found something Hendricks wants that he doesn't even have to say anything.
I... love it all.
And it REALLY makes me want to make a Harry/John/Nathan snuggling prompt. Because this was just made of utter win.
...okay, it wasn't a post of pure *squee*, so that counts for something, right? :)
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-26 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)The trouble would be convincing him to give hugs. And to get to the mushy teddy bear inside, and past the menacing and intimidating outer beast.