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Disclaimer time once again!  One-hundred-and-twelfth verse 
same as the first . . . everybody *sing*:

I don't own these characters, (chorus) Paramount does!
I don't own this venue, (chorus) Paramount does!
I am making no money off of this, (chorus) Paramount does 
not either!

This story involves sex between two men, sort of, aka: slash. 
If that is *not* your cup of tea, sweet as it is, then don't read 
it!  (simple, ain't it??)  Feedback is *very* much appreciated, 
and always answered.  Flames will be passed around to 
friends and chuckled over.  :)

'Licked' by Amirin <groh@iquest.net>


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Harry loves having his ears licked.  Makes him quiver. 
Makes me hotter than hell when he quivers.

I love stroking him, just touching him everywhere, all that 
warmth, strength, power, passion . . .  All mine. 

He rolls over and I look in those eyes and the curl on his lips 
is almost a smile as my tongue travels over his ear and 
down the side of his neck and the sigh he exhales gives me 
goosebumps when it hits me.  He's got to get changed and 
go on duty soon, but I don't want to let him. Not when he's 
like this; I just can't.  And he knows it, too, dammit.  Knows 
full well how irresistible I find him.  Who would have thought 
we'd end up together, like this?  Not me, not by a long shot.

I run my hand over his head and he moves beneath me, a 
slow, lazy stretch that does absolutely nothing for my sense 
of duty.  Love it when he's like this.  Love it, love him. Gods, 
how I love him. 

He wraps himself around me and rolls me over.  I go 
willingly.  I'm in no shape to put up more than a token 
struggle and I really don't want to. 

Yeah, I know.  No kidding.

Gentle nips on the side of my neck and I'm burying my 
fingers in black softness, holding him right where he is.  Nips 
become bites along my shoulder and my groan matches his. 
He slides down my chest, licking his way southward, and my 
hips are arching already in sweet anticipation long before his 
mouth ever finds my cock.  Hot, wet tongue curls around me 
and my eyes are staring at the back of my skull when they 
roll backward in my head.  Love this.  And it's no secret to 
him, either.  Oh, yes, he knows, knows damned well what he 
reduces me to.

His body moves in slow motion over me, muscle rippling 
every inch of the way, and I open myself to him, like I would 
ever deny him access to me when he's like this.  Maybe at 
one time, but not anymore. 

Feel the heat of his tongue enter me, as he leans forward 
over my thighs, his weight rendering me immobile from cock 
down, and then he's inside me, body undulating as he buries 
himself deep within me, a white-hot lance of pleasure 
igniting need and want and then he's moving, soft sounds 
coming from his throat as he thrusts into me and I bring my 
legs around him and just hold on, letting him do whatever 
the hell he wants to for as long as he wants to until his 
speed matches his own need and he's coming, his roar 
drowning out my cry.

He tries to move off of me, but I can't let him. I need the 
warmth, the feel of him next to my skin.  He raises his head 
tiredly and slowly starts licking the sweat off my chest then 
reaches the stickiness of my stomach and licks me clean 
there, too.

My touch on his back brings his head up and he moves to 
lick my wrist.  I pet him in silence until his grimace makes 
me chuckle.

"Go ahead," I whisper to him. "I know how much you hate it 
drying in your fur." And then he's changing against me, hot, 
flushed skin replacing soft, warm fur. 

"Thanks," he murmurs against my neck, his voice rough and 
deep.  "Love you."

"Love you, too, Har," I whisper against his ear, my tongue 
darting out to punctuate the comment with a lick.  I smile 
when he quivers.  Harry loves having his ears licked . . .


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