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Fic: May Madness Day 23 - No Harm In Dreaming, Right?
Title: No Harm In Dreaming, Right?
Pairing: Harry/Teddy, Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 200
Warnings: Age difference, praise kink and thoughts of: infidelity, anal sex and godfather/godson naughtiness (sort of pseudo-incest?).
Prompt: “It doesn’t matter how slow you go… Just don’t stop.” and ‘dream sex’ from Day 23 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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A/N: Unbeta'ed.
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It’s not Ginny. It’s not even a woman, but it’s not real either, so Harry can’t see that it really matters. It’s good, though. Really good.
“That’s it, so good…” he finds himself saying soothingly, his hands running up and down the man’s sides.
Hardly a man, really. More a boy. Well, he’s old enough, certainly, but far too young for Harry, by any means.
“You’re doing so well, that’s it…” he encourages again, gently squeezing at bony hips as the young man gasps and moans, tentatively lowering himself onto Harry’s cock.
“It doesn’t matter how slow you go,” he reassures, hands soothing up and down his back now, “Just… don’t stop. Uhh… Such a good boy.”
As the kid’s arse settles against his thighs, there’s a whimper; his fingers clench on Harry’s shoulders and his thighs tremble.
“It’s alright, you’re so good for me, baby.” He looks up into soft brown eyes and blue hair.
Harry jolts awake.
Ginny rolls over, running her hand comfortingly across his chest, fingertips running through his chest hair.
“It’s okay, darling, it’s just a dream. No harm done.” She settles back into the pillow with a yawn.
‘No harm done,’ thinks Harry, ‘Right...’
Pairing: Harry/Teddy, Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 200
Warnings: Age difference, praise kink and thoughts of: infidelity, anal sex and godfather/godson naughtiness (sort of pseudo-incest?).
Prompt: “It doesn’t matter how slow you go… Just don’t stop.” and ‘dream sex’ from Day 23 of
hp_may_madness.A/N: Unbeta'ed.
Also on AO3
It’s not Ginny. It’s not even a woman, but it’s not real either, so Harry can’t see that it really matters. It’s good, though. Really good.
“That’s it, so good…” he finds himself saying soothingly, his hands running up and down the man’s sides.
Hardly a man, really. More a boy. Well, he’s old enough, certainly, but far too young for Harry, by any means.
“You’re doing so well, that’s it…” he encourages again, gently squeezing at bony hips as the young man gasps and moans, tentatively lowering himself onto Harry’s cock.
“It doesn’t matter how slow you go,” he reassures, hands soothing up and down his back now, “Just… don’t stop. Uhh… Such a good boy.”
As the kid’s arse settles against his thighs, there’s a whimper; his fingers clench on Harry’s shoulders and his thighs tremble.
“It’s alright, you’re so good for me, baby.” He looks up into soft brown eyes and blue hair.
Harry jolts awake.
Ginny rolls over, running her hand comfortingly across his chest, fingertips running through his chest hair.
“It’s okay, darling, it’s just a dream. No harm done.” She settles back into the pillow with a yawn.
‘No harm done,’ thinks Harry, ‘Right...’