Lemon Grass and Sleep

THAT TYPE OF REUNION

"I've waited all summer for this," Fred mumbled, running his hands down the sides of my body to rest at my hips.

"So have I," I whispered, placing my hands on top of his.

"You're not allowed to laugh at me if something goes wrong," he warned, looking at me intensely, "I'm out of practice, after all."

"Oh, of course," I muttered, holding back my laugh.

I watched as Fred unbuttoned my trousers slowly, his eyes intently following his fingers as if he was trying to focus as hard as possible. A deep breath left me as he pulled them off, leaving me cold.

"Haah," I breathed out as Fred gripped my thighs, squeezing them. "What the fuck are you doing?" I giggled.

"Just, you know," he said, giving my thighs a light pat in approval, "Getting reacquainted."

This time I couldn't contain my laughter, getting reacquainted? He was acting like he hadn't touched me all summer, just a few days earlier he was on his knees giving me a blowjob.

"Hey, what did I say?" He exclaimed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," I said, still in my fit of giggles. "You're so cute."

"Cute!" He sputtered, "I'll show you cute."

Fred leaned down and kissed me roughly, his tongue slipping into my mouth at the first opportunity. He stole all my breath and then took some more, his hand trailing all over me and sending shivers throughout my body. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I reached for the hair at the base of his neck. Freshly cut for the school year, and perfectly soft to the touch. Amazing for weaving my fingers into and gripping lightly.

"Mhh," I whimpered as Fred pulled back, and I couldn't help but look down to see no room to spare between us. Fred rolled his hips against mine, making my head snap back against the mattress, I felt my eyes crease as I winced with the brief, fleeting feeling of pleasure.

"Is that cute?" He asked lowly, pressing a chaste kiss against my throat.

Fred didn't give me the chance to answer, quickly pressing his lips against mine firmly. I watched breathlessly as he stood back up, pulling his shirt off harshly and beginning to unbutton his pants. I was looking appreciatively, of course, something about just being able to have the privilege of looking at him half-dressed made me prideful. Fred Weasley is mine, and mine alone.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked softly, crawling onto the bed to kneel between my legs.

"Why do you always ask?" I retorted.

"You just always look so lost in thought," Fred explained, "I'd love to know what about."

"You," I smiled, "I'm thinking about you."

Fred closed his eyes and let out a long, deep breath, his fingers tucked loosely underneath my waistband. I let my hands trail up and down his arms, just enjoying him, really. When he opened his eyes he quickly began undressing us both, reaching for the bottle that had been tossed on the bed earlier.

"I know you might not be trying to," Fred said matter of factly, "But you're literally driving me mad."

"Mm," I hummed, wincing at the cold air hitting me. My skin erupted in goosebumps, only getting colder as I watched Fred pop the bottle open. It didn't make the same loud plastic noise, but it still got some sort of instinctive reaction in my body going.

"Ah!" I cried out as the frigid liquid touched my skin, and I reached out to latch onto Fred's wrist, panting in shock. "Sorry, I-"

He didn't respond, only continuing to slide his finger inside of me. Something spasmed or shuddered inside of me, and I couldn't help but fall limply against the mattress as my muscles tensed involuntarily. My mind delved into nothingness as I felt Fred also wrap his hand around my dick, fingers running up and down loosely. It was almost like my eyes rolled back into my head, and the overwhelming heat kept coming and making me feel sticky.