wave_of_sorrow | Fic: "Coffee and Cigarettes"

Title: Coffee and Cigarettes
Author:

wave_of_sorrow
Character(s)/Pairing(s): ~~Holmes/W...~~ Harry/Perry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,395
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't claim. No money being made.
Summary: Harry's first time.
Spoilers/Warnings: rimming
A/N: ~~I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST WROTE KKBB PORN~~ For

mothergoddamn I blame this on you. ♥

Comments and ConCrit are the lube that keeps the slash coming, bbs! This is unbeta'd so please do point out any mistakes you might notice! ♥

Also, this might suck.

It’s not that Harry doesn’t want to sleep with Perry. Quite the opposite actually. It’s just that… Well, Harry would like to say it’s because he’s never had sex with a man before, that it’s simply because this is Perry and he doesn’t want to disappoint him. But the truth is, the thought of a cock being shoved up his ass just scares the fuck out of him.

So it’s not a big surprise to Perry when somewhere between taking off his clothes and getting into bed Harry starts shaking. Holding Harry close, he simply kisses him, tongues tangling and sliding against each other, the occasional bite at a bottom lip, kisses going from slow and gentle to frenzied and messy, groans filling the air between them. Perry pulls him closer, hands stroking Harry’s sides, rolling his nipples, lightly scratching at his thighs, until Harry is keening, writhing in his arms and trying to rub his swollen cock against Perry’s hip.

Perry sucks and bites at his neck, nipping at the underside of his chin and jaw as Harry tilts his head back, moaning softly, as his hands gradually drift from Harry’s shoulders to the small of his back. As Perry cups his ass Harry makes a startled noise in the back of his throat, but doesn’t pull away. Encouraged, Perry kneads the firm muscles, running his fingers up and down the crack, before slipping one between Harry’s buttocks.

Harry’s entire body goes rigid in Perry’s arms and he starts shaking again. Perry kisses his neck and murmurs reassurances into his ear, rubbing his back and waiting for Harry to calm down.

“Okay?” he asks when Harry has stopped shivering.

Harry nods jerkily, eyes squeezed shut, an enticing blush tinting his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Alright, roll over,” Perry kisses Harry again before rummaging through the night stand.

Harry lies down on his stomach, snatching a pillow to rest his head on and looking at Perry with wide, vaguely frightened eyes. Perry attempts to smile reassuringly and gently rubs Harry’s back, watching the tension in Harry’s shoulders ease. With a kiss to the back of Harry’s neck, Perry instructs him to spread his legs. Harry buries his face in the pillow as Perry settles between his spread legs.

Harry exhales shakily as Perry rubs the pad of his finger over his tight entrance, feeling Harry tense even more. Pulling away, Perry decides to take a different course of action. He kisses and bites along Harry’s spine, starting between his shoulder blades and going all the way to the small of his back. Harry is twisting this way and that, moaning when Perry hits a particularly sensitive spot. Ignoring Harry’s ass for the time being, Perry moves to the backs of his thighs, kissing down Harry’s legs. Harry’s giggle when Perry licks at the bend of his knee quickly transforms into a low groan as nails leave faint red marks on the insides of his thighs.

Perry carefully nips at the underside of one buttock as he kneads the small of Harry’s back and, convinced that Harry is relaxed, he hooks his thumbs between Harry’s cheeks and spreads them apart. Harry exhales forcefully, trying to compose himself, expecting to feel Perry’s fingers pushing into him. The warm, slick swirl of the tip of Perry’s tongue over his puckered hole makes him gasp and shudder, short nails finding no purchase on the sheets as he’s not sure whether he wants to crawl away and hide in the bathroom for a while or push back and demand more.

Perry strokes his hip reassuringly, flattening his tongue and licking up and down the crevice of Harry’s ass before probing at his entrance. Harry keens and moans and pushes back, coherent thought driven from his mind along with embarrassment and uncertainty. It’s the choked please that does it for Perry and without further hesitation he pushes his tongue inside, feeling Harry convulse around it.

Sweat breaks out over Harry’s skin, pooling between his shoulder blades and running down his spine in thick beads, as Perry’s tongue rhythmically pushes into him. He unconsciously spreads his legs further when Perry palms his balls, rolling and squeezing them as he can feel Harry’s inner walls contract. He thrusts one of his fingers in along with his tongue, thumbnail lightly scratching at Harry’s perineum. When Perry presses down on Harry’s prostate, Harry’s entire body spasms wildly, muscles jerking and back arching as he rubs his throbbing cock against the blanket.

Perry thrusts another finger into him, scissoring them and licking around Harry’s stretched hole, his saliva making his fingers glide slickly. Harry throws his head back as Perry massages his prostate and alternates between thrusting his tongue in and out of him and fingering him, Harry’s muscles now stretched and loose. Harry starts to beg then. Keening and moaning, pushing back onto Perry, cursing and begging Perry to fuck him.

Pressing down on Harry’s prostate again, making his twitch and jerk, Perry pulls away, idly rubbing the pad of his finger over Harry’s entrance. Immediately, Harry pushes back again, writhing and demanding and groaning into the pillow. Perry runs a soothing hand down Harry’s sweat slick back, then coats his cock with lube, gasping at the sensation and rubbing his thumb over the head for good measure, before positioning himself behind Harry.

He’s about to ask Harry whether he’s okay when Harry shifts his hips a bit, a wanton cry escaping his throat. Steadying Harry’s hips with one hand, he guides his cock into him in one slow movement. Harry hisses and gasps, clenching and unclenching around Perry’s cock.

“You okay?”

“I don’t know,” there’s a slight whine in Harry’s voice as his body twists and shudders and Perry waits for him to get used to it.

Once Harry has relaxed a bit, moaning now instead of hissing, Perry slowly pulls out and pushes back in again, making Harry gasp softly. Creating a gentle rhythm he lets Harry adjust to it, waiting until he is groaning and meeting his thrusts. Then, tightening his hold on Harry’s hips, he thrusts into him hard, brushing his prostate in the process.

Harry throws his head back and demands more and Perry happily complies, slamming into him harder, the nasty, wet sounds of fucking filling the room, drowned out only by Harry’s loud moans and the occasional low groan from Perry. Harry begins to push back against Perry, rubbing his leaking cock against the blankets and biting the pillow as white hot pleasure begins to build at the base of his spine. As Harry’s groans climb higher and higher, Perry pumps into him harder, angling Harry’s hips slightly upwards, the new angle making his cock hit Harry’s prostate with every thrust.

Perry can feel himself getting close and, reaching under Harry, roughly fists his pulsating cock. It only takes a few quick strokes and a few hard thrusts until Harry is coming, shouting for all its worth, scratching at the sheets, cock jerking in Perry’s grip as his muscles clench hard around Perry’s cock. And with one, two, three more thrusts Perry is coming inside Harry in thick, hot spurts.

Harry’s body goes entirely limp then, twitching only when Perry pulls out.

“You alright?” Perry asks, wiping his sticky hand on the sheet.

Harry mumbles something into the pillow.

“What was that?”

Harry lifts his head long enough to say “I need a smoke right now.”

Perry is torn between laughing and smacking the back of Harry’s head. He chooses the latter.

“Ow!” Harry pouts at him before burying his face in the pillow again.

Perry can’t help smiling as he leans over and kisses the back of his neck and gently rolls him over, gathering him up in his arms. Harry scowls at the sticky mess of his own come on the sheets.

“Are you going to yell at me for coming onto the sheets?” Harry asks suspiciously.

“No, why would I?”

“Well, when I spilled coffee onto the sheets you made it a big fucking deal and yelled at me for like ten minutes before storming off and making me sleep on the couch.”

Perry rolled his eyes, “That was different, fuckhead.”

“How?”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” Harry tucked his head under Perry’s chin and Perry couldn’t quite keep from smiling fondly.