Fic: Reflection (R)

[acquiescence]

Title: Reflection
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this
Rating: R
Summary: Charlie wants Harry to keep his eyes open
Characters: Charlie/Harry
Word Count: 498
A/N: Another addition for 7snogs, written as usual for silverius408 with our version of Harry/Charlie so we ignore canon. And of course this is another example of what I've been writing for mini_nanowrimo


“Open your eyes for me, look at yourself.” Charlie’s voice was rough, thick with want as he pressed himself against Harry’s back.

Harry was leaning against his chest, almost limp. He might have fallen to the floor already if it hadn’t been for Charlie there at his back and arms around his chest and waist. His eyes kept drifting closed when he moaned thrusting himself into Charlie’s hand.

“I want you to look at yourself, Harry, look at you.” Charlie encouraged him to open his eyes again, to see himself reflected in the mirror in front of them. He growled low in his throat, his lips pressed against Harry’s neck, sucking a mark there into the skin.

“Gods, Charlie … I –“ Harry gasped, arching his back as he thrust himself faster into Charlie’s hand.

Charlie’s fist was wrapped tightly around Harry’s cock, thumb sweeping over the head each time Harry pressed forward again. “Your so beautiful, Harry. All mine.” Everything from the way Charlie was holding him, to the way his lips traveled up and down his neck, to the way he watched him was so possessive. If Harry ever had any doubts, they would have been erased now, as Charlie held him stroking him pulling him closer and closer to climax.

“Don’t close your eyes, keep watching.” Charlie coaxed Harry into opening his eyes again.

“Please, Charlie.” Harry begged, clinging to Charlie eyes pleading for release, for more.

“Just keep watching, I want you to see yourself, I want you to see yourself when you come for me.” Charlie voice dripped with hunger, dark and dangerous and Harry couldn’t get enough of it. The way it slid down his spine making him arch and writhe just the way Charlie wanted.

“That’s my good boy, just a little more.” Charlie pumped his fist hard and fast, drawing out Harry’s orgasm, pulling it from deep inside the way no one else ever could. “Don’t close your eyes; keep watching for me, baby.” Charlie whispered nipping at Harry’s earlobe.

And then Harry was coming, gasping and twisting and clawing and arching as he came, Charlie stroking him through it, drawing it out, pulling out every last bit. “Keep watching, don’t stop.”

He continued encouraging Harry until he went limp in his arms, until he was nothing but a panting sweaty mess. Charlie gathered Harry up in his arms, pressing him against his chest. “That’s my good boy, so good.” His voice soothing now, a tender caress across Harry’s flushed skin.

He lay Harry down in their bed, carefully arranging him on the pillows. “Did you see, love?” He asked in no more than a whisper. “Did you see how beautiful you are? How impossible you are to resist? How perfect?” Charlie’s voice dipped low, as he let his hands drift here and there across Harry’s skin.

“All mine.” He said at last, pressing his lips against Harry’s, slow and sweet, giving back everything he’d just taken. “And all yours.”

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