Inell's Fanfiction Archive

Harry shifts against the pillows behind him and licks his lips. Wet lips brush open-mouth kisses along his cock, and he whimpers when a tongue traces the same path. Red hair covers his belly and groin, his fingers tangled in the soft locks.

He thinks about warm sun on bare flesh, salty sweat against his tongue, fingertips connecting freckle to freckle across golden skin, and he can practically feel the scratching of a fang against his upper thigh as the head bobs up and down to suck his cock. He thinks about Bill's smile and husky voice, can hear him saying things in his ear that make Harry blush even as his cock hardens even more. His hips rise and fall, fucking the willing mouth, and he's careful not to touch too much, doesn't want to ruin the fantasy.

After he comes, biting his lip to keep from moaning Bill's name as he looks at the curtain of red hair, he feels the guilt and shame. She looks up at him and smiles, never realizes that he takes her from behind because he can ignore the fact that she's not her brother. He can wrap his fingers in her long hair, the same color as Bill's, and he can fuck her arse, because she'll do anything to please him, and then he's as close to fucking Bill as he'll ever get.