waaaaah

[mousapelli]

I am staticky and take-home-finalful and so tired of this semester.

leave me something happy? please?

comment porn would not go awry.

Comments

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...Staticky? *offers Bounce*

Comment porn? Yeah, okay.

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"Padfoot." James nudges him, and Sirius glances over briefly, distracted. His mouth is full, and he thinks his reply must sound something like "Whuzzuh?" Sirius swallows.

Remus is eating an Ever-Sanitary Ice Lolly (Perfect for Sharing! claim the advertisements), but he stops and smiles, offering a lick to Alice Talbert, who giggles and tentatively darts her tongue out to lick it, before pushing the pop back in Remus's direction.

Sirius has never liked her, all cute and round-faced and smiley and friendly. Who's so friendly all the time, anyway?

Remus leans over to help a first year with his Transfiguration homework, grinning as the kid pokes his Prefect badge.

Sirius has also never liked first years.

"I bet that Sara chick never knew what was coming, did she? Lives like an animal, fucks like an animal, right?" Oh, right. James had been talking to him. Predictably, James is using his theatrical whisper, not caring who overhears. Evans looks up when James speaks, that shit-smeared-under-her-nose expression of hers already out in full force. James raises two fingers to his face, forming a V, then makes some very lewd gestures as he pushes his tongue between them. Evans makes a disgusted noise, and looks away again.

"Yeah, she got the full Black experience..." Sirius almost doesn't realise what he's saying.

Peter pops up over James's shoulder. "You know what they say," he drawls, arching an eyebrow, actually doing a fair imitation of Sirius for once, "once you go Black..."

"Mmm," replies Sirius distractedly, tilting his head as Remus manages to suck the entire lolly into his mouth, his cheeks hollowed out. Once the thing is completely down his throat, Remus's eyes lock with Sirius's, making Sirius unconsciously cross his legs. With a smile, Remus sucks up the length again, swirling his tongue around the tip. Sirius's throat feels awfully dry.

"Such a lady-killer!" James declares, a note of pride in his voice.

Lolly still in hand, Remus crawls across the table, finally joining the conversation. "Women love Sirius Black. It's... fact. The masses will weep and beat their breasts when someone finally captures the handsome lad's heart. Tears will run in rivulets in the streets." He waves his half-melted Popsicle in Sirius's direction, ducking his head to lick errant drops from sugar-sticky hands. "Want some?"

Propping up on his elbows, and not looking away as he tongues the length of Remus's sweet, not looking anywhere but Remus's face, Sirius knows that he, at least, feels like weeping.

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

Ever-Sanitary Ice Lolly
haha, of COURSE remus has one of those.

"I bet that Sara chick never knew what was coming, did she?"
FNARGH! oh god yes! *dies*

"once you go Black..."
okay, so i know this joke that's like "what's twelve inches long and white?" and the answer is "NOTHING!" and I think I may now change it to what's twelve inches long and black, and it will be a good snorfle for Lily at Sirius' expense.

aww, thanks sweetie! No doubt Sirius's cock weeps indeed.

(first part of porn. Percy/Oliver)

[florahart]

Percy hated it when he woke up hard, which was every bloody morning any more. He had to either wait for it to go away, which really was the prudent thing except the trouble was, if one lay still in bed trying to will one's erection away, it tended to notice it was being thought about and pop its head cheerfully up, preening at the attention, so it took forever; or, he had to wank, which, okay, was faster, and felt better, but then he'd get out of bed all flushed and disheveled from the sweaty heat of his prick in his hand, which was bloody well obvious, plus it was a bitch to stay quiet and casting a muffling charm, well, the others would hear the charm being cast, and that and a shaking bed really only meant one thing, so it wasn't as if that afforded a bloke any privacy at all, and now here he was considering the option and bugger all if Wood didn't poke his ruddy face around the edge of the curtains just as he was pushing back the sheets and his pants because he'd decided, irritated, to go for the quick wank his cock seemed unwilling to forego.

"Oi, Perce," Wood started, in that impossible accent, with the off-center E and the burring R, sounding like Paihrce and Oliver was the only one that shortened his name because nicknames were boorish and everyone but Oliver respected that, and fuck if it wasn't sexy as hell, didn't make his prick jump against his fingers, and Oliver couldn't help but notice and there they were, stuck staring at one another, Oliver obviously about to say something, his mouth open to speak but frozen silent, lips plump and pink and unavoidably sending Percy's thoughts in a very wrong direction indeed. The situation was completely untenable, he thought wildly; if he yanked his hand back, that was no better than if he left it where it was, and either way Oliver was staring at the exposed head of his cock, which was dripping copiously--even more now than it had been a moment ago, he thought, because the traitorous thing was evidently a bit of an exhibitionist as well as a right nuisance, and in another second it was going to drag his hand inside the elastic waistband of his underpants whether or not--no, because--Oliver was right there staring, lips now opening and closing, and Percy thought wildly that it almost looked as if Wood were smacking his lips which was, of course, absurd, and god he wondered if it were possible to come from the simple pressure of watching eyes because if it was he was going to and fuck, now he had to get his hand away right now, or this was going to get out of control. He could hear the others, their other roommates, and it had only been a couple of seconds since Oliver had stuck his head in here, so maybe nothing was wrong, really, except for Oliver's mouth, still opening and closing as is he wanted to speak, wet pink tongue darting out to wet his lips and fuck, that was no help at all, and then Oliver blinked and Percy couldn't help it; he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and tugged once, trying his best to convey with his eyes that Oliver had better not bloody well say anything because it was his fault he'd stuck his head in here whilst Percy was wanking in the first place.

"Perce?" he began again, quietly this time, whispering, which only made the accent even more impossible to cope with. "Did ye need any, ah, help wi' that?"

And, the second part

[florahart]

Percy felt his eyes bulging--certainly they must be about to fall out of his head, held back only by the fact that he was face-up and gravity was doing its work with extra vigor just under him. "What?" he managed, just a croak that he fervently hoped hadn't sounded as odd outside his ears as it did in. He vaguely realized the room was quiet, that the door had just snicked shut and the others were all gone, and apparently Oliver had realized this as well because he was pulling the hangings back just the tiniest bit more and sliding under Percy's sheets, warm calloused had on his bare belly, and whispering in his ear, asking again if he needed any help, and before he could properly reply that he did not because it certainly was against the rules--some rules, somewhere, anyway--to have another bloke touch you like that, his traitor prick was jumping again and his even more treacherous chin was bobbing up and down and he was nodding and oh fuck Oliver's hand was sliding down, below his navel and through his hair and it was cupping his balls, so warm, and then Oliver was moving, was on his belly between Percy's thighs, lips opening again.

"Oliver! I. Oh." He'd meant to stop him, really, but then those lips closed and there was no fucking way he was going to put a stop to the warm wet, sucking and licking and moving, so different from his hand, so fucking much better, and Oliver was looking up at him, grinning briefly before he went back to sucking, and Percy had had no idea, and he was pushing up, his hips rising off the sheet without his help, pumping into Oliver's mouth, into his throat, so far, so deep, so hot, and then he didn't even have a second to warn him, and he was spilling, onto his tongue, onto the roof of his mouth, onto his own head for a moment before Oliver sucked some more, kept sucking, licking him clean and swallowing and surging forward to kiss him and he could taste--and that wasn't right at all, but he was kissing him back and he could feel Oliver's cock, hard against his thigh, and it was impossible for anything to feel this good so clearly this was a dream, which meant it would be all right to kick free of the sheets and spread his thighs and whimper, "Please?"

Oliver raised up on his elbows and smiled and asked, "Sure?"

And, the end

[florahart]

Percy groaned and nodded and Oliver pushed his underpants to the side, stretched out of the way, and whispered a spell Percy knew of but had never used, and then he was sliding in, and it hurt and felt good and hurt and oh god and Oliver had his hand between them, rough broom-handle-worn skin squeezing and rubbing him hard again and he was fucking him which was so not what he'd ever thought it would feel like and he couldn't quite figure how he was dreaming a sensation he'd never imagined but then his cock was hard again and he lost the thread of that thought and lifted his head to kiss Oliver again because he wanted to taste again, wanted to taste Oliver and come, and then Oliver bit down on his lip and cried out and came, pulsing and wet and Percy thought about this, thought about having Oliver's come in his arse, and then he was coming again, on his belly and Oliver's pyjama shirt and Oliver's fingers, and Oliver was collapsing on top if him, softening prick still inside him.

Percy expected to wake up any second, hoping against hope the dream would go on, hoping it would let him feel that feeling some more, hoping dream-Oliver would be able to go again straight away because even if his arse did burn a bit, that had been better than any of his reading had ever led him to believe and clearly he was never going to get any such thing awake, and it wasn't as if he'd be able to steer his dreams here again tonight, would he?

Oliver stirred and raised up again and kissed Percy softly and winked. "Been looking for an excuse to do that for years, mate."

Percy blinked. "To kiss me?"

"To suck your cock. The rest was a brilliant, perfect bonus, which I plan to do again and again." Percy gaped, and Oliver rolled free and muttered a cleaning charm to tidy them both. "Mind if I stay, then?" He didn't wait for an answer, snuggling up against Percy, who was astounded he hadn't woke up yet, and falling asleep.

It was nearly noon by the time he realized it wasn't a dream. It was twelve-thirty by the time he'd got over the shock.

At twelve-thirty-one, he disentangled himself from Oliver and moved, positioning himself between the other boy's thighs. If they were going to do this, he was bloody well going to practice until he was good at it.

Re: And, the end

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woah BABY! eep! *toddlerfists*

because the traitorous thing was evidently a bit of an exhibitionist as well as a right nuisance,
hahaha, it's great fun to personify the cock of the most uptight person in the story. I do it to Remus now and again when he is being particularly intractible.

and he could taste--and that wasn't right at all,
lol! poor percy. trying to so hard to be proper when deep inside, he's just a little strumpet.

and haha for practice! oh man i loves me the pwee/oliver. thank you so much! *hugs*