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Fic: Interlude, smutty NC-17
Title:Interlude

Author: Aeowen, aeowenwrites at gmail.com

Pairing: George/Neville

Warnings: BDSM (medium level, no blood or heavy stuff), toys, dirty talk

Totally inspired by: eriador117 and her wonderful story "Silver and Gold." Eriador suggested at one point that someone could write a spinoff on her pairing of George and Neville, which I happily took up. This isn't a pairing that I usually write, but it was fun anyway. :) This is an interlude of them in "Silver and Gold," chapter 30 (http://community.livejournal.com/potterslash/532130.html), where Harry and Ron go shopping, leaving George and Neville for some quality alone time. Eriador is planning a sequel to her wonderful fic.



"And what did you get these two imps?" George asked, leaning over and ruffling Neville's hair. Neville blushed, but he had an enormous grin on his face. In fact, from the way that Neville and George couldn't keep their eyes off each other, Harry guessed they would probably like some time alone. It was Valentine's Day after all and Neville being in London was an unexpected treat for George.
"Silver robes for both of them. It goes well with their colouring, or so said Madam Malkin," Harry laughed, knowing he had no eye for fashion at all. "Ron, that reminds me. You'll need to come with me to sort out the rings. Will you be okay for a while, Neville?"

Neville nodded eagerly and as soon as they'd finished eating, Harry grabbed Ron's arm and led him outside to Diagon Alley again."

The moment the door closed on Harry and Ron, Neville slipped to the floor with a surprising grace. On his knees, legs spread and eyes on the floor, he could feel George's eyes burning into him as the redhead muttered a locking charm on the door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?” Neville shivered as a spell washed over him, leaving him naked and vulnerable in front of his master.

Neville remained silent as George walked around him, a predator hunting his prey. His cock, which had been half hard until then, rose up from the nest of dark wiry curls. He bent and tilted his neck in submission. Just the way George liked it.

"You put me in a difficult situation, pet," George purred above him. "You should have warned me that you were coming," his hand lingered over the exposed inches of Nevile's neck, "but I must admit that I am very, very happy to see you here. Especially on Valentine's Day." George leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on Neville's hair. "So should I punish you? Or reward you?"
Neville waited, only the promise of reward kept him from leaning up against George's legs and rubbing like a cat in heat.

"What do you think I should do with you, hmm?" George grabbed Neville's hair and pulled his head back so that he could look into his eyes.

A strangled whimper escaped Neville's lips as he looked up into the lust filled eyes of his lover. "I-I think you should do whatever makes you feel the most pleasure, master."

George smiled. "Good decision, love," he said quietly. He leaned down and caught Neville's lips in a heated kiss, his long pale fingers twisting in Neville's dark hair. "We don't have much time. You know what I want, pet."

George stood back and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out, hard and straining. Neville couldn't help but grin up at his master before diving in for a Valentine's Day feast. His pink lips wrapped around the offered shaft with practiced movements. George groaned as his lover's soft agile tongue lapped at the tip of his cock. He looked down at Neville with slitted eyes, watching Neville lick and suck, reds lips stretched as they neared his patch of red wiry curls. There was nothing more erotic than Neville on his knees. Except possibly Neville spread eagle on a bed. He moaned at the image and pushed Neville off of his cock with an effort.

"Up, love, I want to fuck you before they return."
George cleared the kitchen table with a wave of his wand. He pressed his lips to Neville's in a hungry kiss as he gently backed Neville onto the table. George pulled him forward over the smooth wood so that his legs hung over the edge. He grinned down at Neville as he ran his hands over Neville's legs and belly and chest. Neville whimpered and writhed slowly on the table.

"Please," Neville whimpered. "I need you! Please!" He spread his legs wide and brought his knees up in wanton submission and blatant invitation.
George lazily fisted his exposed cock as he watched Neville squirm. He loved to watch Neville squirm. He was just so damn *good* at being vulnerable and open. Breathing deeply, he felt that he would never tire of watching Neville open himself like this. His eyes flicked to the wall clock to gauge how much time Harry and Ron might need to look at rings, or whatever they were actually doing. He grinned. Plenty of time for a good hard fuck.


"Hold your cheeks open for me, pet."

Neville obediently reached around his legs and pulled his arse cheeks apart, baring his back hole to his master. He teased George by making the tight ring of muscle open and close, beckoning him closer.

Grinning mischievously, George summoned a dildo. It was made to look like a human cock and was surrounded by a soft skin. He placed the tip of the cock against Neville's hole and squeezed. A small amount of lubricant leaked out the tip. He rubbed the toy around the ring of muscle and then pushed it inside. Neville grunted softly and sighed happily as it pushed further inside. George paused and squeezed more lubricant from the toy's tip into Neville's channel. He pumped the cock in and out of Neville's body, watching the tight hole loosen and stretch around it.
Neville moaned softly as the toy opened him up. It had been too long, and his ring of muscle had tightened considerably in that time. He felt the warm lube squirting deep into his channel. The feeling was so erotic and he moaned.

"Please! I need you in me!"

"As you wish," George said gruffly, quickly pulling the dildo out. He was done with teasing, he placed the tip of his hard cock to the gaping hole between Neville's spread legs. He vaguely heard the toy clatter to the floor, but all of his concentration focussed on the almost painful feeling of Neville's hole swallowing the head of his cock. He growled with the effort of not pushing in too hard and hurting the boy beneath him. Instead, he managed to push inside in one drawn out thrust. He seated himself fully with a soft grunt.

"Ah, pet, it's been too long," George groaned.

Nevile answered with a strangled grunt as George began to move, pulling in and out. He rearranged his hands to hold himself open for George. George rested Neville's ankles on his shoulders and looked down, entranced by the vision of his red hard cock gliding in and out of his lover's stretched ring of smooth muscle. Together they set up a rhythm; Neville's hips rolled up to meet every thrust of his Master's cock, urging him on as he held himself open. George reached down and began to jerk Neville's cock in time.

Neville moaned, his channel clenching around George's cock. George leaned down and claimed Neville's tempting red lips in a bruising kiss. He nibbled on Neville's bottom lip and then thrust his tongue inside, its movements mimicking their frantic movements below.

As the kitchen table scraped over the floor with his thrusts, George's mouth moved down, over Neville's chin to his sensitive throat. He sucked and nibbled on the tender skin there, his lust pushing him to ensure that he left a mark claiming this beautiful boy beneath him.
George lifted his head and took in Neville's pleasure-filled face, his closed eyes, and the sweat glistening on his skin. "Come for me, Neville," he whispered. "Come for me now."


Neville's eyes opened and found his, and he came. His body thrashed on the table beneath George, and his cock spurted his cum between their joined bodies.

George groaned at the feeling of Neville flying apart beneath him. He sped up his thrusts again, taking his pleasure in Neville's sated body. Neville grasped George's biceps and focused on squeezing his anus muscles around his Master's cock. George let loose a primal grunt and spurted his hot cum deep inside Neville's body, his eyes screwed shut tightly as he focused on the blissful sensation of being joined to Neville. When he was finished, he slumped forward on top of Neville, panting. After a minute or so of soft touches and whispered affections, George pulled out with a reluctant groan and helped his lover off the table.

George picked up their hastily shed clothes and handed Neville his. They dressed, slowly, reluctant to leave the comfortable intimacy that they shared.

"There," George said with a smile as he cast several cleaning charms on them and on the kitchen table. "They'll never suspect a thing."

"I don't know about that," Neville replied with a grin, his hand going to his well-tasted neck where he knew there must be a red bite mark.

George pulled Neville to him and claimed his lips in a soft but possessive kiss. "Come, they'll get back soon," George said as he opened the door to the stairs down to the shop, giving Neville a smack on the backside as he passed.

"When they returned to the shop Neville and George were already downstairs, but Harry could tell just by looking that Neville had had a very enjoyable time. His lips were swollen and his hair was almost as messy as Harry's. There was also a prominent mark on his neck, a love-bite. Harry grinned at him. "Ready to go, Neville?"

Neville turned to George, who took Neville in his arms and kissed him soundly. Harry felt his toes curling just watching it. They were both so in love. When George released Neville, he looked a little dazed.

"Now he's ready," said George."