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kaellite's birthday :D
And I've been working on this fic for like months (well no, I started it like months ago and then it just sat for a long long time) but I've finished it and just in time forkaellite's birthday. It comes from a prompt she gave me at some point, though I don't remember where, I think it was probably supposed to be like a comment smut or something, but it's grown a bit too large for comments. So it's birthday smut!
So I hope you enjoy itkaellite, and I hope you'll have a great birthday, I've loved playing with you this year and I'm sure you'll continue to poke and prod me into writing and reading more as time goes on.
Happy birthday!
Charlie/Dennis - with the prompt "you look so pretty in pink"
His boy had asked for something special – a surprise. Charlie Weasley could do surprises with the best of them – he was a Weasley after all. And Fred and George hadn’t ended up the way they did without just a little help from their older brothers, though they took mischief to a whole new level Charlie would admit. But a surprise for his boy was something he could handle quite well, he had a little mischief left in him.
Charlie licked his lips, eyes roving over the body spread out in front of him, taking in every bit of bare skin as he circled slowly. He trailed a finger down the center of the bare back, loving the way it caused his boy to shiver in response – he was always so sensitive, the smallest touch would make him squirm.
"I want you to count for me, pet." He had stopped circling now, instead Charlie trailed his fingers across several implements he had for just these sorts of occasions, though in the end he felt like his hand would work best. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," came the quiet but firm response from behind him.
He'd long gotten over any compunction he may or may not have had about being involved with a man so much younger than himself – Dennis had been nothing if not persistent when it came to wanting a relationship, as he was in all things, and in the end Charlie found he was far too greedy not to take ownership of the young man after it had been offered.
"Very good."
Charlie stood along Dennis' side, pressing one hand against the small of his back, to keep him from squirming, the other gently sliding from his thighs up to his arse and back down again, teasing.
The first slap came quickly and without warning, Charlie could feel Dennis tense beneath his hand.
"One." Came the shaky number breathed just before Charlie thought that perhaps Dennis had forgotten. A slow grin curled across his lips as he raised his hand again, bringing it down with a sudden swift force. Charlie waited only a moment, and for the count to pass Dennis’ lips before his was bringing his hand up again only to let it fall once more.
He set up a rhythm quickly, and he felt his boy slip into it as well, the counts coming with more certainty now as his hand slapped against smooth flesh again and again. He loved the easy way Dennis submitted for him, opened up for what he gave him - he was always so good. And tonight, it was an entirely too intoxicating sight to see his boy, hands clenched in the sheets, eyes closed tight - whether from the amount of focus it took to concentrate or the sharp sting of pain his hand brought each time it fell it was hard to tell.
He was gorgeous though.
“18.” Came the gasping cry as Charlie let his hand fall again. The skin beneath his hand, hot to the touch now, Dennis’ face wet as he gulped in deep lungfulls of air.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He crooned, fingers tracing gently over the heated skin, in sharp contrast to the way his hand had just struck him. “Just two more.” He told him. “They’re going to be hard though - harder than the rest. Can you handle them for me?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Charlie circled Dennis again, taking in the sight of him, shoulders trembling now with each breath, his arse such a lovely shade of pink. He moved slowly coming to stand by his side again, one hand pressed against the small of his back, now more than ever to keep him still as he raised his hand again.
The sound of his hand connecting with Dennis’ arse gave a sharp crack through the room and Charlie was glad he’d put his hand on Dennis’ back this time - his boy arched and squirmed despite knowing that he would have liked to stay still.
“19.” The number came with a sobbing gasp this time.
“Just one more.”
Dennis nodded but kept himself silent, perhaps because if he did open his mouth he wouldn’t be able to hold in the sob that was just waiting to break free.
“You’re doing so good for me.” Charlie crooned stroking his fingers over reddened skin before lifting his hand for the final time.
Dennis allowed himself to cry with the final slap, and he may or may not have gotten out the words to count the final stroke, but Charlie couldn’t find it in him to insist. Instead he gathered Dennis up into his arms, holding him against his chest and stroking his back whispering endearments into his hair as he held him close.
His boy was so good, always obeying, always ready to do as his Master wanted, and Charlie loved him for that. Loved the easy way Dennis gave himself up to him, again and again.
He carried him easily, taking Dennis back to their bedroom and laying him down. Charlie shed his own clothing before he joined Dennis in bed, drawing him back against his chest pressing kisses against Dennis’ shoulders as he held him. He stroked his thumb idly back and forth over his hip, tracing the pad up and down Dennis’s side.
“You were so good for me, baby.” He murmured between kisses as he let his lips slide across the smooth expanse of shoulder that was exposed to him. And then his hand reached Dennis’ hip and he pulled him back, so he was pressed tightly against him now and Charlie rolled his hips making contact with the still warm skin of Dennis’ arse. It was hot against him, and it was almost like Charlie could see the reddened skin himself despite their position.
Dennis mewled as Charlie ground himself against him, a soft keening noise in the back of his throat almost begging, but not letting himself just yet. He was still taking it in, still processing. Everything was still almost too sharp, the feeling of Charlie’s thick cock pressed between the cleft of his cheeks, full and heavy against him almost burned, and the scrape of teeth and stubble across his shoulders nearly ached and yet he couldn’t decide if he wanted more or less of both.
Thankfully, it wasn’t his decision to make. It had always been Charlie’s. And Charlie had plans for his boy – he wasn’t finished with this surprise. Not yet.
He took his time though, as he did in everything. Kissing and rocking against Dennis until he was drawing gasps and whimpers, each sound tugging at that cord of want still twisting deep inside him. It wasn’t until Dennis felt like he might actually die that Charlie seemed to know it was going to be too much for his boy and rolled him onto his back.
Dennis hissed as the sheets rubbed against him, arching up seeking more of Charlie’s touch – though he drew back just out of reach, a smirk playing across his face as he did. “Patience.” He murmured pulling a whine of protest from Dennis as he chuckled.
“You’ll get what you want, love.” He reminded him. “In my time.”
Dennis bit his lip, and Charlie knew he was trying, desperately to be good – to show the patience that he knew he had within him. But he’d made him wait so long, and he could almost feel how much his boy ached for him. And tonight he wouldn’t make him wait much longer.
He slicked up his fingers and pressed them between Dennis’ legs which spread even further tilting up in a silent invitation for more. Charlie just smirked as he circled the tip of his finger around his boy’s entrance before sliding in. Dennis couldn’t hold back the gasp of pleasure this time as Charlie slid his finger into him. He spent several slow seconds pressing in and then pulling back almost immediately before changing the direction again. He still worked slowly, but with purpose his finger sliding in and out easing the way before he added a second.
Scissoring his fingers apart Charlie slowly worked Dennis open, twisting and pressing his fingers in and out of him. And then he curled them forward seeking out that familiar bundle of nerves. He waited until he had Dennis keening, satisfied that he’d found it before he began working his fingers in and out at a faster pace bumping that spot each time.
“Please, please.” Dennis panted, not sure if he was begging for more of the same or something else entirely. But Charlie was there to give him what he needed even when he didn’t know for sure.
He pulled his fingers back, and took only a second to slick up his prick before he was soon taking the place of his fingers. He didn’t go slowly this time, instead he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock just long enough to line himself up before he was thrusting forward, filling his boy in one hard thrust. And then he didn’t stop, didn’t give Dennis a chance to sort through this new sensation, instead he pulled back immediately and then surged forward again.
He fucked him hard and fast, hands grasping his hips to pull Dennis back towards him as he snapped his hips forward with each thrust. Dennis was so close – Charlie knew that before he’d thrust into him.
Wrapping a hand around Dennis, Charlie jerked him in time with his thrusts, leaning down over him as he crushed his lips against Dennis’. He drove himself into him over and over until Dennis tensed beneath him, hands fisted in the sheets as he arched off the bed and spilled over Charlie’s hand. Charlie was not far behind, hips surging forward one last time before he was coming hard, before he let himself collapse over his boy.
He lost track of how long they lay there like that, breathing slowly as he felt his heart rate even out again, feeling the matching beat of the body beneath his against his chest. Slowly, Charlie moved, lifting himself off Dennis and rolling onto his back and then pulling Dennis to him again, tucking him against his side an arm around his shoulder.
“Thank you.” Dennis murmured quietly, it was the only sign he’d given that he’d not fallen asleep.
Charlie grinned and hooked a finger under Dennis’ chin, lifting his face for a slow kiss. “I love you.” He breathed against his lips. “Happy birthday, love.”
Dennis smiled – it had been a good surprise, not at all what he’d expected from Charlie, and yet it was better than anything he could have asked for. They shared another long lingering kiss before Dennis settled against Charlie, head on his chest and then let his eyes close.
kaellite's birthday :DAnd I've been working on this fic for like months (well no, I started it like months ago and then it just sat for a long long time) but I've finished it and just in time for
kaellite's birthday. It comes from a prompt she gave me at some point, though I don't remember where, I think it was probably supposed to be like a comment smut or something, but it's grown a bit too large for comments. So it's birthday smut!So I hope you enjoy it
kaellite, and I hope you'll have a great birthday, I've loved playing with you this year and I'm sure you'll continue to poke and prod me into writing and reading more as time goes on. Happy birthday!
Charlie/Dennis - with the prompt "you look so pretty in pink"
His boy had asked for something special – a surprise. Charlie Weasley could do surprises with the best of them – he was a Weasley after all. And Fred and George hadn’t ended up the way they did without just a little help from their older brothers, though they took mischief to a whole new level Charlie would admit. But a surprise for his boy was something he could handle quite well, he had a little mischief left in him.
Charlie licked his lips, eyes roving over the body spread out in front of him, taking in every bit of bare skin as he circled slowly. He trailed a finger down the center of the bare back, loving the way it caused his boy to shiver in response – he was always so sensitive, the smallest touch would make him squirm.
"I want you to count for me, pet." He had stopped circling now, instead Charlie trailed his fingers across several implements he had for just these sorts of occasions, though in the end he felt like his hand would work best. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," came the quiet but firm response from behind him.
He'd long gotten over any compunction he may or may not have had about being involved with a man so much younger than himself – Dennis had been nothing if not persistent when it came to wanting a relationship, as he was in all things, and in the end Charlie found he was far too greedy not to take ownership of the young man after it had been offered.
"Very good."
Charlie stood along Dennis' side, pressing one hand against the small of his back, to keep him from squirming, the other gently sliding from his thighs up to his arse and back down again, teasing.
The first slap came quickly and without warning, Charlie could feel Dennis tense beneath his hand.
"One." Came the shaky number breathed just before Charlie thought that perhaps Dennis had forgotten. A slow grin curled across his lips as he raised his hand again, bringing it down with a sudden swift force. Charlie waited only a moment, and for the count to pass Dennis’ lips before his was bringing his hand up again only to let it fall once more.
He set up a rhythm quickly, and he felt his boy slip into it as well, the counts coming with more certainty now as his hand slapped against smooth flesh again and again. He loved the easy way Dennis submitted for him, opened up for what he gave him - he was always so good. And tonight, it was an entirely too intoxicating sight to see his boy, hands clenched in the sheets, eyes closed tight - whether from the amount of focus it took to concentrate or the sharp sting of pain his hand brought each time it fell it was hard to tell.
He was gorgeous though.
“18.” Came the gasping cry as Charlie let his hand fall again. The skin beneath his hand, hot to the touch now, Dennis’ face wet as he gulped in deep lungfulls of air.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He crooned, fingers tracing gently over the heated skin, in sharp contrast to the way his hand had just struck him. “Just two more.” He told him. “They’re going to be hard though - harder than the rest. Can you handle them for me?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Charlie circled Dennis again, taking in the sight of him, shoulders trembling now with each breath, his arse such a lovely shade of pink. He moved slowly coming to stand by his side again, one hand pressed against the small of his back, now more than ever to keep him still as he raised his hand again.
The sound of his hand connecting with Dennis’ arse gave a sharp crack through the room and Charlie was glad he’d put his hand on Dennis’ back this time - his boy arched and squirmed despite knowing that he would have liked to stay still.
“19.” The number came with a sobbing gasp this time.
“Just one more.”
Dennis nodded but kept himself silent, perhaps because if he did open his mouth he wouldn’t be able to hold in the sob that was just waiting to break free.
“You’re doing so good for me.” Charlie crooned stroking his fingers over reddened skin before lifting his hand for the final time.
Dennis allowed himself to cry with the final slap, and he may or may not have gotten out the words to count the final stroke, but Charlie couldn’t find it in him to insist. Instead he gathered Dennis up into his arms, holding him against his chest and stroking his back whispering endearments into his hair as he held him close.
His boy was so good, always obeying, always ready to do as his Master wanted, and Charlie loved him for that. Loved the easy way Dennis gave himself up to him, again and again.
He carried him easily, taking Dennis back to their bedroom and laying him down. Charlie shed his own clothing before he joined Dennis in bed, drawing him back against his chest pressing kisses against Dennis’ shoulders as he held him. He stroked his thumb idly back and forth over his hip, tracing the pad up and down Dennis’s side.
“You were so good for me, baby.” He murmured between kisses as he let his lips slide across the smooth expanse of shoulder that was exposed to him. And then his hand reached Dennis’ hip and he pulled him back, so he was pressed tightly against him now and Charlie rolled his hips making contact with the still warm skin of Dennis’ arse. It was hot against him, and it was almost like Charlie could see the reddened skin himself despite their position.
Dennis mewled as Charlie ground himself against him, a soft keening noise in the back of his throat almost begging, but not letting himself just yet. He was still taking it in, still processing. Everything was still almost too sharp, the feeling of Charlie’s thick cock pressed between the cleft of his cheeks, full and heavy against him almost burned, and the scrape of teeth and stubble across his shoulders nearly ached and yet he couldn’t decide if he wanted more or less of both.
Thankfully, it wasn’t his decision to make. It had always been Charlie’s. And Charlie had plans for his boy – he wasn’t finished with this surprise. Not yet.
He took his time though, as he did in everything. Kissing and rocking against Dennis until he was drawing gasps and whimpers, each sound tugging at that cord of want still twisting deep inside him. It wasn’t until Dennis felt like he might actually die that Charlie seemed to know it was going to be too much for his boy and rolled him onto his back.
Dennis hissed as the sheets rubbed against him, arching up seeking more of Charlie’s touch – though he drew back just out of reach, a smirk playing across his face as he did. “Patience.” He murmured pulling a whine of protest from Dennis as he chuckled.
“You’ll get what you want, love.” He reminded him. “In my time.”
Dennis bit his lip, and Charlie knew he was trying, desperately to be good – to show the patience that he knew he had within him. But he’d made him wait so long, and he could almost feel how much his boy ached for him. And tonight he wouldn’t make him wait much longer.
He slicked up his fingers and pressed them between Dennis’ legs which spread even further tilting up in a silent invitation for more. Charlie just smirked as he circled the tip of his finger around his boy’s entrance before sliding in. Dennis couldn’t hold back the gasp of pleasure this time as Charlie slid his finger into him. He spent several slow seconds pressing in and then pulling back almost immediately before changing the direction again. He still worked slowly, but with purpose his finger sliding in and out easing the way before he added a second.
Scissoring his fingers apart Charlie slowly worked Dennis open, twisting and pressing his fingers in and out of him. And then he curled them forward seeking out that familiar bundle of nerves. He waited until he had Dennis keening, satisfied that he’d found it before he began working his fingers in and out at a faster pace bumping that spot each time.
“Please, please.” Dennis panted, not sure if he was begging for more of the same or something else entirely. But Charlie was there to give him what he needed even when he didn’t know for sure.
He pulled his fingers back, and took only a second to slick up his prick before he was soon taking the place of his fingers. He didn’t go slowly this time, instead he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock just long enough to line himself up before he was thrusting forward, filling his boy in one hard thrust. And then he didn’t stop, didn’t give Dennis a chance to sort through this new sensation, instead he pulled back immediately and then surged forward again.
He fucked him hard and fast, hands grasping his hips to pull Dennis back towards him as he snapped his hips forward with each thrust. Dennis was so close – Charlie knew that before he’d thrust into him.
Wrapping a hand around Dennis, Charlie jerked him in time with his thrusts, leaning down over him as he crushed his lips against Dennis’. He drove himself into him over and over until Dennis tensed beneath him, hands fisted in the sheets as he arched off the bed and spilled over Charlie’s hand. Charlie was not far behind, hips surging forward one last time before he was coming hard, before he let himself collapse over his boy.
He lost track of how long they lay there like that, breathing slowly as he felt his heart rate even out again, feeling the matching beat of the body beneath his against his chest. Slowly, Charlie moved, lifting himself off Dennis and rolling onto his back and then pulling Dennis to him again, tucking him against his side an arm around his shoulder.
“Thank you.” Dennis murmured quietly, it was the only sign he’d given that he’d not fallen asleep.
Charlie grinned and hooked a finger under Dennis’ chin, lifting his face for a slow kiss. “I love you.” He breathed against his lips. “Happy birthday, love.”
Dennis smiled – it had been a good surprise, not at all what he’d expected from Charlie, and yet it was better than anything he could have asked for. They shared another long lingering kiss before Dennis settled against Charlie, head on his chest and then let his eyes close.