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hackthis_archive) wrote2005-07-29 11:10 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2005-07-29 11:10 am
Damn the man.
HP: Performance and Cocktails -- Blaise gen.
HP: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood -- Blaise/Draco
BSG: In the Still of the Night -- Kara gen.
Might as well finish the Blaise hat trick.
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serialkarma and ethrosdemon, because my vision is all fucked up today and I can't tell what I'm writing anyway…
Harry Potter
Blaise/Harry
Rated NC-17
A Day in the Life
Harry Potter has an average size dick.
This is not the sort of factual information that Blaise Zabini will be sharing with the rest of their year, but considering he's giving Potter a hand job right now, he likes to think that he's rather well informed on the matter.
Blaise also knows that Potter likes his foreskin played with extensively and that he makes rather embarassing noises when Blaise's fingers are deep inside him. Potter prefers three fingers to two and will beg and curse and plead until Blaise gives him what he wants.
Potter's cock is thick and warm; it learns to the left, and right now, it wet with pre-come and spit from Blaise's mouth.
Blaise hasn't actually put his mouth on Potter's cock –- he has no intention of kneeling before a Gryffindor ever -– but he's learned a few tricks to make the process run a little smoother. Most of sex is about short-cuts anyway.
Blaise doesn't like receiving dry hand jobs -- the last place anyone wants friction burn is their dick -- so he gives them they way he likes them in turn. The best way to get what you want is to show people how it's done. Blaise hasn't jerked himself off in ages; he has other people for that. He receives blowjobs, too; he doesn't let people short change him –- but Potter though, Potter doesn't seem to care.
Potter seems so grateful that anyone's touching him that Blaise knows he can do whatever he wants, and Potter will just grit his teeth and dig his fingernails deeper into the palms of his hands and take it. Blaise has long suspected that Potter has a masochistic streak -– this is just verification firsthand.
Blaise has tested out his theory at least three times with his fingers and his cock, and once with a toy that he "liberated" from Queenie Greengrass while she was beating off the advances of Gregory Goyle.
The toy was more of a lark than anything else, but it got the job done, and Blaise admits he got off on watching Potter fuck himself up the arse with Queenie's green sex toy.
There was something so deliciously droll about Potter with a toy shaped like a snake up his arse; Blaise almost wished he had a camera. It didn't hurt that the purported saviour of fuck all was writhing on the floor of a disused classroom, fucking himself just for Blaise's enjoyment.
Potter's just as depraved as anyone else in their year, but he tries to hide it, which is where Blaise thinks he's gone wrong. Of course, in Blaise's estimation, the entire problem with the Gryffindors is that they think they're so above a little depravity that they're all suffering for it.
If Gryffindor had orgies like the Ravenclaws, they would be a lot better off.
But that's just Blaise's opinion, which granted, is a valuable thing, but it's not the sort of thing that one shares with people who aren't in one's own house.
Blaise may have Harry Potter grunting and thrusting into the circle of his hand, worrying his bottom lip raw, but Blaise has no need to give his unsolicited opinion to someone who isn't worth the breath it would take for Blaise to say such a thing.
You don't have to like someone to fuck them. Point of fact, Blaise doesn't like most of the people he fucks, but he suspects that that's as much a Zabini trait as it is a Slytherin characteristic. Blaise just doesn't see the point in fancying someone you shag, because then there are all those complications like consideration and feelings.
As far as Blaise can tell, the only place "feelings" have ever got anyone is dead. He would prefer to stay alive if it's all the same to everyone else -- not that Blaise asks for any extra consideration -- he's not Draco.
Blaise is smart enough to know, however, that not being Draco is what has Potter so desperate for him in the first place. Blaise is not anyone's consolation prize though, and he makes sure that when he's fucking Potter, Potter knows whose dick is up his arse.
They have a routine that goes like this: Potter sucks Blaise off, Blaise jerks Potter off until he begins banging his head against the wall. Then Blaise fucks Potter against the wall, hard and long, ensuring that the grit and the dirt embed themselves in Potter's skin.
Blaise makes certain that Potter remembers him every time Potter looks at the scratches on the side of his face and hides his ragged nails in the folds of his robes.
Blaise knows the power of sex; he learned it from his mother firsthand. These stolen moments with Potter, in darkened corners, have nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with ensuring his own safe future.
Every scratch along Potter's pale skin, every raised red teeth mark and thrust inside Potter that in turn rubs Potter's bony hips against the cold, stone wall is another minute added on to Blaise's life on the other side of whatever is coming.
For Potter, being fucked by Blaise is any number of things: revenge, dissolute wantonness, an upward turned nose to whatever prophecy he's supposed to be a part of.
For Blaise though, this is just another day in the life.
-end-
HP: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood -- Blaise/Draco
BSG: In the Still of the Night -- Kara gen.
Might as well finish the Blaise hat trick.
For
serialkarma and ethrosdemon, because my vision is all fucked up today and I can't tell what I'm writing anyway…Harry Potter
Blaise/Harry
Rated NC-17
Harry Potter has an average size dick.
This is not the sort of factual information that Blaise Zabini will be sharing with the rest of their year, but considering he's giving Potter a hand job right now, he likes to think that he's rather well informed on the matter.
Blaise also knows that Potter likes his foreskin played with extensively and that he makes rather embarassing noises when Blaise's fingers are deep inside him. Potter prefers three fingers to two and will beg and curse and plead until Blaise gives him what he wants.
Potter's cock is thick and warm; it learns to the left, and right now, it wet with pre-come and spit from Blaise's mouth.
Blaise hasn't actually put his mouth on Potter's cock –- he has no intention of kneeling before a Gryffindor ever -– but he's learned a few tricks to make the process run a little smoother. Most of sex is about short-cuts anyway.
Blaise doesn't like receiving dry hand jobs -- the last place anyone wants friction burn is their dick -- so he gives them they way he likes them in turn. The best way to get what you want is to show people how it's done. Blaise hasn't jerked himself off in ages; he has other people for that. He receives blowjobs, too; he doesn't let people short change him –- but Potter though, Potter doesn't seem to care.
Potter seems so grateful that anyone's touching him that Blaise knows he can do whatever he wants, and Potter will just grit his teeth and dig his fingernails deeper into the palms of his hands and take it. Blaise has long suspected that Potter has a masochistic streak -– this is just verification firsthand.
Blaise has tested out his theory at least three times with his fingers and his cock, and once with a toy that he "liberated" from Queenie Greengrass while she was beating off the advances of Gregory Goyle.
The toy was more of a lark than anything else, but it got the job done, and Blaise admits he got off on watching Potter fuck himself up the arse with Queenie's green sex toy.
There was something so deliciously droll about Potter with a toy shaped like a snake up his arse; Blaise almost wished he had a camera. It didn't hurt that the purported saviour of fuck all was writhing on the floor of a disused classroom, fucking himself just for Blaise's enjoyment.
Potter's just as depraved as anyone else in their year, but he tries to hide it, which is where Blaise thinks he's gone wrong. Of course, in Blaise's estimation, the entire problem with the Gryffindors is that they think they're so above a little depravity that they're all suffering for it.
If Gryffindor had orgies like the Ravenclaws, they would be a lot better off.
But that's just Blaise's opinion, which granted, is a valuable thing, but it's not the sort of thing that one shares with people who aren't in one's own house.
Blaise may have Harry Potter grunting and thrusting into the circle of his hand, worrying his bottom lip raw, but Blaise has no need to give his unsolicited opinion to someone who isn't worth the breath it would take for Blaise to say such a thing.
You don't have to like someone to fuck them. Point of fact, Blaise doesn't like most of the people he fucks, but he suspects that that's as much a Zabini trait as it is a Slytherin characteristic. Blaise just doesn't see the point in fancying someone you shag, because then there are all those complications like consideration and feelings.
As far as Blaise can tell, the only place "feelings" have ever got anyone is dead. He would prefer to stay alive if it's all the same to everyone else -- not that Blaise asks for any extra consideration -- he's not Draco.
Blaise is smart enough to know, however, that not being Draco is what has Potter so desperate for him in the first place. Blaise is not anyone's consolation prize though, and he makes sure that when he's fucking Potter, Potter knows whose dick is up his arse.
They have a routine that goes like this: Potter sucks Blaise off, Blaise jerks Potter off until he begins banging his head against the wall. Then Blaise fucks Potter against the wall, hard and long, ensuring that the grit and the dirt embed themselves in Potter's skin.
Blaise makes certain that Potter remembers him every time Potter looks at the scratches on the side of his face and hides his ragged nails in the folds of his robes.
Blaise knows the power of sex; he learned it from his mother firsthand. These stolen moments with Potter, in darkened corners, have nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with ensuring his own safe future.
Every scratch along Potter's pale skin, every raised red teeth mark and thrust inside Potter that in turn rubs Potter's bony hips against the cold, stone wall is another minute added on to Blaise's life on the other side of whatever is coming.
For Potter, being fucked by Blaise is any number of things: revenge, dissolute wantonness, an upward turned nose to whatever prophecy he's supposed to be a part of.
For Blaise though, this is just another day in the life.
-end-
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The toy was more of a lark than anything else, but it got the job done, and Blaise admits he got off on watching Potter fuck himself up the arse with Queenie's green sex toy.
There was something so deliciously droll about Potter with a toy shaped like a snake up his arse; Blaise almost wished he had a camera. It didn't hurt that the purported saviour of fuck all was writhing on the floor of a disused classroom, fucking himself just for Blaise's enjoyment.
Um. GUH.
Our Blaise gets around, doesn't he? I like him more and more, I think.*g*
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:D