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Two: Do Not Disturb
"…mnh…please…Fenrir…please..." Harry mewled helplessly, his arms wrapped tightly around the werewolf's broad shoulders. His short fingernails dug deeply into the olive-toned skin of his lover's back.
A sadistic smile spread slowly over the larger man's lips. He stared down at with piercing, ice-blue eyes. The glint of pleasure and amusement within them was unmistakable. If Harry was in a coherent state of mind, he would've been a little irritated.
"What do you want, pet?" His voice was a low, deep growl as one of his calloused, clawed hands held onto the boy's hip tightly. He continued thrusting into Harry's tight, hungry hole at the torturously languid pace he'd set minutes before. It was absolutely maddening. He wanted release, and he wanted it now!
"Y-you…nngh!...you know!" He writhed beneath the wolf's large, muscular form, struggling against the firm grip on his wrists. Oh, why did he even agree to this in the first place? As the blunt head of Fenrir's large member hit that very special spot in just the right way, Harry felt a hot, white flame engulf his entire being as he arched up into the hard chest above him. That was why.
A slightly pointed tongue peeked out between thin, chapped lips as Fenrir leaned down, teasing the reddened, marked skin of his mate's neck with just the slightest brush of his sharp canines. "No," He murmured, "I don't think I do…" Lust-glazed emerald orbs shifted down to meet with unblinking blue. "You'll have to be more…specific, pet."
If it was even possible, most of Harry's exposed body turned a bright, wonderful shade of red. He groaned, trying to shift his hips to meet with Fenrir's thrusts, but the firm hold on his hip kept him still for the most part.
In…out…in…out…
The pace was. Too. Slow!
"Faster!" Harry cried out, giving in at last, "…please, Fenrir…let me come…" The boy's large, green eyes were glazed over and half-lidded with lust. His face was flushed, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and his perfect, pink lips were delightfully kiss-swollen. The wolf couldn't have refused, even if he wanted to.
Within a blink of an eye, the large man went from slowly thrusting into his pleading lover, to pounding the boy rapidly into oblivion. Ohh yess! A pleasured scream left Harry's lips as his prostate was drilled over and over again. His fingers dragged down his lover's back as his pale legs wrapped around Fenrir's waist. Feral, primal sounds of carnal pleasure spilled from the werewolf's lips as those tight, velvety muscles tightened deliciously around him.
"F…Fenrir…" The boy said breathlessly, "…I'm…I'm g-going to…"
"Cum for me, pet…" Fenrir growled, nipping roughly at his mate's ear.
Tossing his head back, Harry screamed Fenrir's name as his orgasm ripped through his very being. Colors flashed behind his eyes as he felt himself sink deep into his mattress. Quiet mewling sounds left his lips as the wolf continued to thrust into him roughly. With his mate's name on his tongue, Fenrir filled the boy with his seed. Harry moaned at that familiar, pleasant warmth that flooded his insides.
He sighed quietly, contentedly as the large man collapsed on top of him, his forehead lying against the crook of his neck. Running his small hands through damp, gray hair, Harry's eyes were slowly drifting closed when suddenly…
"Harry! Are you alright in there?"
A frown formed on the boy's lips as the voice of his best friend/roommate came muffled through his bedroom door. Shit. He's home already? Before he could scramble to get the two of them somewhat decent, the door swung open. Dammit. He didn't think to lock the door.
Bright red, Harry looked up to meet the gaze of his now scarred-for-life best friend. Ron's face had drained of all color, and he looked as if he'd walked in on his parents doing the nasty. Just as Harry was about to say something, Fenrir sat up. His expression was absolutely neutral, however his eyes were absolutely smoldering as he sent the ginger-haired boy a look that said he was definitely not pleased.
"I promise you," Fenrir began slowly, his voice incredibly low, "if you don't close the door and fuck off in the next five seconds, I'll—"
SLAM!
The door was closed instantly, and the werewolf lay back down on top of his small mate as a satisfied smile spread over his lips and the sound of hurried footsteps faded away. Harry, if he weren't glad Ron was gone right now as well, would've definitely had something to say to Fenrir about threatening one of his best friends. However, right now, as he wrapped his arms around the older man, he couldn't exactly bring himself to care.
A/N:
Hey, guys! So…yeah. I'm not too good with writing lemons, so I hope this was okay! It was hard for me to actually come up with something for some reason…so I decided a nice PWP would work fine! X) Anyways, it's 2am right now…I need sleep!
Please tell me what you think and leave a review~ I'll update sooner that way. ;)