Spawned by an unfortunate exchange with
angiepen (not that it's her fault!) on the kink potential of a certain fictional institution in a certain fictional series.
Fanfiction. 100 words. NC-17. M/m. Dub con.
So very, very wrong.
"Oh yeah. Just like that."
The thick, ridged cock pushes past his tonsils, but gagging would be shameful. His lips are still moving.
"Work it, bitch." Master's voice is hoarse with pleasure as the curses his slave's lips and tongue are forming flicker sensuously, rhythmically, against his spit-slick erection. Traitor, turncoat, wallower in filth comes out in muffled grunts, drowned out by Master's louder grunts of pleasure.
He works it.
Thick, salty-sweet goo floods his throat, and he swallows, and keeps sucking, until Master Sirius pulls back and Kreacher's thick-voiced muttering becomes audible again:
"--dishonoring the house of his fathers..."
Fanfiction. 100 words. NC-17. M/m. Dub con.
So very, very wrong.
"Oh yeah. Just like that."
The thick, ridged cock pushes past his tonsils, but gagging would be shameful. His lips are still moving.
"Work it, bitch." Master's voice is hoarse with pleasure as the curses his slave's lips and tongue are forming flicker sensuously, rhythmically, against his spit-slick erection. Traitor, turncoat, wallower in filth comes out in muffled grunts, drowned out by Master's louder grunts of pleasure.
He works it.
Thick, salty-sweet goo floods his throat, and he swallows, and keeps sucking, until Master Sirius pulls back and Kreacher's thick-voiced muttering becomes audible again:
"--dishonoring the house of his fathers..."