They're really really ooc, because this is a really really random cracklet . . . Just popped out of practically nowhere (after reading many sexy fics of this delightful crack pairing *derp*) I especially love those fics that involve mates, caves and animal furs for some reason (Because she's depraved) One fanfic in particular inspired the title and theme of this oneshot - "Circle" By Scifinerd92 - go check it out! it's so awesome and well written! :D
Enjoy . . . If you want, I guess . . . You weirdo }:)
"You do realize that your body can't live on merely meat for sustenance, right?" Harry eyed the meat that his companion was gnawing on viciously, unwittingly emulating the animal that defined him - a savage, ravenous wolf.
Said companion cocked a hairy eye brow, grinned and nodded his head at the pink fruit Harry held in his slender hand.
"Same thing with your nasty fruit, runt."
Harry had gone back to the peach, being in season, it was delicious and juicy. Unconsciously Fenrir found himself licking his lips. In the soft light that came through the mouth of the cavern, Harry's lips glistened and dripped with the juice. seemingly oblivious to the older werewolf, Harry continued on the fruit. His lips gliding over the soft meat and tearing art the tender flesh in a sinfully slow sensual, almost erotic manner as the juice slid down his arms.
Fenrir groaned.
Harry grinned around bits of fruit blithely. What a little sadist my cub is, Fenrir growled to himself.
When Harry made to pull away from the fruit with a rather purposeful slurp, he found himself pinned to the fur-bed, sticky arms held above his head and the rugged, very aroused face of the werewolf who hovered not but inches above his own face. Despite the clear lusty look in his mate's eyes, it was obvious that mostly the werewolf above him was annoyed. Harry himself grinned, breathless but otherwise amused.
"What's wrong Fen?"
The boy made to pout his sticky, still glistening lips and Fenrir let loose another growl/moan.
Fenrir lowered his head to inhale the smell of his mate's sticky-sweet lips. He let another groan loose when the boy wiggled his hips beneath him, impatient. Fenrir caught hold of his senses finally and growled lightly in warning as he squeezed the offending hips between his own thighs, eliciting a whimper from his cub.
"Don't be teasing me boy." The werewolf leaned down to breath huskily into his mate's lips.
Cautiously then, almost dangerously careful Fenrir closed the gap between their lips. He groaned into the sweet-hot mouth, the taste overbearing on his sharp senses. Fenrir plundered Harry's mouth mercilessly slow. Harry bit back a whine of impatience; Fenrir was always fast and harsh when their lips met - this now, although blissful was definitely something he was not used to from his larger, harsh mate.
Harry tried to force the larger tongue into submission, but at its slow pace, Harry's was simply missing it's mark as his mate slowly tasted his mouth. Fenrir made sure that every sweet soft morsel of flesh was devoured by his hungry tongue. He pulled away from his fruit with a meaningful slurp. The green eyes that were earlier full of amusement, were now glazed over by a hazy lust.
Now it was Fenrir's turn to grin like a madman.
"Such a sweet taste, cub," His voice was a throaty husky and damp rumble in Harry's ear. Harry whimpered piteously, his eyes pleading. "Maybe I will start eating fruit."