May 9th: Suck and Run
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hp_may_madnessTitle: Suck and Run
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Astoria
Word Count: 949
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Blow my mind, lightning round
"Hi, Astoria. Good to see you," Harry said, getting up off of the couch to come and greet her at the front door of the Potter residence. "How was work?"
"I'll let you know when I'm done," she said, having a sip of water from the bottle she'd brought with her.
"I thought you were done," he said, confused. "You didn't skive off just for me, did you?"
"Nope. I was doing prep stuff around the office this morning and afternoon, and then I've got to go with Tracey and take some photographs while she interviews some of the Puddlemere United players tonight," she explained. "I've only got about 20 minutes before I have to get over there, but you sounded so lonely during our Floo call that I decided to drop by."
"I'm not that lonely," he objected, but shifted and cleared his throat awkwardly when she stared at him skeptically.
"So Daph's out cold, huh?"
"Yeah, she didn't get any sleep the night before last, and then last night her department had a big emergency meeting," Harry explained as he led his sister-in-law into the sitting room. "She went straight to bed when we got home from work today."
"Leaving you all alone," Astoria teased. She took another drink of her water. "Poor neglected Harry. I wish I could stay and keep you company, but I really do only have a few minutes."
"I'm pretty sure I can manage one night on my own without burning the house down," he said with a grin. "I made some salad for myself, and Daphne if she ever gets up tonight. There's plenty, so you can grab a bowl before you go if you want."
"Brilliant!" she said, grinning. "You're my hero."
"I aim to please," he said, giving his best pompous Gilderoy Lockhart impression. He bowed theatrically.
"So do I," she purred, giving him a flirty smile that he'd seen many times before. Usually it meant wonderful things were in his immediate future, but surely not right now?
Astoria put her water down on the end table, kneeled in front of him and quickly undid his trousers.
"Didn't you just say you have somewhere to be?" he reminded her, though he offered no resistance as she tugged his trousers and boxers down.
"I do." She nodded and began stroking him. "Which means we're going to need to be fast."
She was true to her word. She didn't aim to tease him with light strikes of her hand or fleeting kisses on the head of his cock, as she often did when down on her knees for him. Everything she did was designed to get him fully aroused as quickly as possible, and she accomplished it in record time.
Astoria knew what he liked and what got him going, and she put that knowledge to use to get him off as fast as possible. She bobbed her head up and down his length steadily, with her tongue constantly in play and her eyes never leaving his face. Her right hand continued to stroke whatever wasn't in her mouth at the moment, and her left hand tickled his bollocks. He could only grab onto the back of the chair, hold on for dear life and stare down in awe at those lovely blue eyes.
He badly wanted to grab her by that dark blonde hair, pull her mouth off of his cock, throw her into the chair, bury his head between her legs and return the favor. He wanted to take her into his arms, carry her into his bed and wake his wife up so the three of them could spend the rest of the night lost in pleasure.
That's what he wanted, but one doesn't always get what they want. Daphne needed her sleep and Astoria had a job to do, so he stayed exactly where he was, let her carry her task out to its finish and made no attempts to resist the pleasure he was feeling or delay his climax.
"You're doing great, Astoria...almost there," he said, both to praise her and to give her the option of pulling back and finishing him off with her hand. Her head kept right on bobbing, and she continued to stare up at him as he reached the end.
She kept her lips sealed tightly around him until she was sure he'd given her every last drop he had. Then and only then did she pull her head off of him. She remained on her knees for a moment, and he watched her make a show of opening her mouth and showing him his semen collected on her tongue, which she then swallowed with a loud slurp.
"Thanks for the meal," she said, allowing him to help her back up to her feet. She grabbed her water, poured the remainder into her mouth and swirled it around before swallowing it.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be thanking you." He went into the kitchen to scoop some salad into a small bowl for her.
"That's thanks enough," she said with a smile as he handed her the bowl. "Hopefully I'll have time to eat it really quick before Tracey's ready to start, but if not I guess I can just eat when I get home. Sorry to fuck and run, or I guess it's suck and run in this case, but I'm cutting it really close as it is. Good night, Harry!"
"Night, Astoria. Thanks for stopping by." He watched her exit via Floo, shook his head in wonder at her brief but memorable visit, and settled in on the couch for a night of TV by himself.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Astoria
Word Count: 949
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Blow my mind, lightning round
"Hi, Astoria. Good to see you," Harry said, getting up off of the couch to come and greet her at the front door of the Potter residence. "How was work?"
"I'll let you know when I'm done," she said, having a sip of water from the bottle she'd brought with her.
"I thought you were done," he said, confused. "You didn't skive off just for me, did you?"
"Nope. I was doing prep stuff around the office this morning and afternoon, and then I've got to go with Tracey and take some photographs while she interviews some of the Puddlemere United players tonight," she explained. "I've only got about 20 minutes before I have to get over there, but you sounded so lonely during our Floo call that I decided to drop by."
"I'm not that lonely," he objected, but shifted and cleared his throat awkwardly when she stared at him skeptically.
"So Daph's out cold, huh?"
"Yeah, she didn't get any sleep the night before last, and then last night her department had a big emergency meeting," Harry explained as he led his sister-in-law into the sitting room. "She went straight to bed when we got home from work today."
"Leaving you all alone," Astoria teased. She took another drink of her water. "Poor neglected Harry. I wish I could stay and keep you company, but I really do only have a few minutes."
"I'm pretty sure I can manage one night on my own without burning the house down," he said with a grin. "I made some salad for myself, and Daphne if she ever gets up tonight. There's plenty, so you can grab a bowl before you go if you want."
"Brilliant!" she said, grinning. "You're my hero."
"I aim to please," he said, giving his best pompous Gilderoy Lockhart impression. He bowed theatrically.
"So do I," she purred, giving him a flirty smile that he'd seen many times before. Usually it meant wonderful things were in his immediate future, but surely not right now?
Astoria put her water down on the end table, kneeled in front of him and quickly undid his trousers.
"Didn't you just say you have somewhere to be?" he reminded her, though he offered no resistance as she tugged his trousers and boxers down.
"I do." She nodded and began stroking him. "Which means we're going to need to be fast."
She was true to her word. She didn't aim to tease him with light strikes of her hand or fleeting kisses on the head of his cock, as she often did when down on her knees for him. Everything she did was designed to get him fully aroused as quickly as possible, and she accomplished it in record time.
Astoria knew what he liked and what got him going, and she put that knowledge to use to get him off as fast as possible. She bobbed her head up and down his length steadily, with her tongue constantly in play and her eyes never leaving his face. Her right hand continued to stroke whatever wasn't in her mouth at the moment, and her left hand tickled his bollocks. He could only grab onto the back of the chair, hold on for dear life and stare down in awe at those lovely blue eyes.
He badly wanted to grab her by that dark blonde hair, pull her mouth off of his cock, throw her into the chair, bury his head between her legs and return the favor. He wanted to take her into his arms, carry her into his bed and wake his wife up so the three of them could spend the rest of the night lost in pleasure.
That's what he wanted, but one doesn't always get what they want. Daphne needed her sleep and Astoria had a job to do, so he stayed exactly where he was, let her carry her task out to its finish and made no attempts to resist the pleasure he was feeling or delay his climax.
"You're doing great, Astoria...almost there," he said, both to praise her and to give her the option of pulling back and finishing him off with her hand. Her head kept right on bobbing, and she continued to stare up at him as he reached the end.
She kept her lips sealed tightly around him until she was sure he'd given her every last drop he had. Then and only then did she pull her head off of him. She remained on her knees for a moment, and he watched her make a show of opening her mouth and showing him his semen collected on her tongue, which she then swallowed with a loud slurp.
"Thanks for the meal," she said, allowing him to help her back up to her feet. She grabbed her water, poured the remainder into her mouth and swirled it around before swallowing it.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be thanking you." He went into the kitchen to scoop some salad into a small bowl for her.
"That's thanks enough," she said with a smile as he handed her the bowl. "Hopefully I'll have time to eat it really quick before Tracey's ready to start, but if not I guess I can just eat when I get home. Sorry to fuck and run, or I guess it's suck and run in this case, but I'm cutting it really close as it is. Good night, Harry!"
"Night, Astoria. Thanks for stopping by." He watched her exit via Floo, shook his head in wonder at her brief but memorable visit, and settled in on the couch for a night of TV by himself.