Title: Rug Burn
Rating: umm, hard R
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Harry/Teddy
Words: 209
Warning: just good old fashioned smexin'!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JKR + affiliates
Summary: Exactly what the title says, with maybe a little extra spice added in!
Notes: Not beta'd so all the mistakes are mine! And I feel quite proud to say that this is one of the many entries coming here, it's gonna be a blast! Dedicated to hd_and_sons, it's definitely going to be amazing~~! Here's to all you lovelies that put this together! Enjoy!
The house used to be deafening with the sound of stomping in the halls, down the stairs, through the sitting room. The inevitable thump and wail when Teddy had fallen down and scraped his knees or elbows on the carpets would sound through the house like a warning siren and Harry would rush to him, scoop him into his lap and kiss the hurting away.
More recently, the house is filled with the sound of pleading groans, frantic shouts, strangled words. The fireplace crackles cheerily while Teddy tries to keep himself propped on his elbows, desperately trying to find enough leverage to raise his hips fast enough to keep Harry making those exquisite sounds. The writhing body above him arches. His neck begs Teddy to bite, gnaw, ravage until Harry has no doubts about who owns him. Too soon, not soon enough, Harry flops down inelegantly onto Teddy, and he's absolutely perfect.
Hands draw his arm, easily bent, up to Harry's sight as he lies still and he sees the raw skin, and the same burn that is there seems present in Harry's eyes. He stares into Teddy's and places an open kiss so, so gently on the damaged skin.
After all these years, the hurting still goes away.
