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hp_rarefestTitle: The Benefits of Charity
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praevarus
Prompt: Harry gets talked into posing nude in a charity quidditch calendar. Viktor is there as well. The two reconnect after the shoot. Sexy times happen.
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Viktor Krum
Word Count: 2K
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): PWP, rimming, some cursing, bottom!Harry (for those who mind).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Dearmyworldenough, thank you for inspiring me to try out a new pairing. I hope you don’t mind that the boys reconnect before the shoot, rather than after. Thanks to M. for being a great (and quick!) beta. Lastly, Viktor Krum’s accent is based on UK canon. Credit for this also goes to M.
Summary: Harry isn’t entirely sure why he agreed to pose nude for the Quidditch Hunks charity calendar, but an encounter in the changing rooms might just make it worth his while.
As soon as Harry arrives at the studio and sees the Appleby Arrows Beater showing his muscles off to the camera, he decides he is going to call the whole thing off. He isn’t sure why he agreed to be featured in Seamus’ ridiculous Quidditch Hunks calendar in the first place. Well, it’s charity and it’s impossible to say no to Seamus when he gets excited about something—but that doesn’t mean he can’t change his mind.
When Seamus approaches Harry, grinning from ear to ear, those resolutions go right down the drain. “Honestly, Harry. Thank you so much.” He punches Harry in the shoulder jovially. “With you on the cover, we’re going to sell twice as many calendars as last year, I’m sure.”
Harry pales. “The cover?”
“Of course!” Seamus looks at him as if Harry should be jumping for joy. “You’re the biggest star we’ve got. It would be shame to let that go to waste. Don’t worry, if you’re uncomfortable going completely nude, we can always find you a prop to cover your bits with.”
Miserably, Harry stares at the Appleby Arrows Beater, who doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with nudity at all. “Great.”
---
Having about half an hour to kill before it’s his turn to have his photo taken, Harry heads towards his dressing room where he’s been told he can undress and put on his dressing gown (Harry isn’t sure he understands the purpose of that one). He finds the door with his name on it and opens it, only to find a very naked man bent over and in the process of taking his socks off. “Christ!” Harry cries out, ready to leave the room and let the man put his clothes back on, when the other man turns around, not appearing even slightly bothered by his state of nudity. “Krum?”
Being a Seeker like Harry, Krum’s build is shorter and more slender than most of the other guys at the shoot. Unlike Harry’s, however, his body seems to consist entirely of lean muscle, especially his thighs which seem to have firmed from years of gripping his broom in ways Harry is apparently not familiar with. What’s located between his thighs though, is at least as equally impressive. Harry’s head snaps up and he tries not to turn red as Krum flashes a knowing smile. The bastard knows he’s hot.
“Nice to see you, Potter. But I must ask, vot are you doing in my dressing room?”
“What? This is my dressing room!” Harry sputters. “In case you didn’t notice, it has my name on the door.”
“Ah. I must haff been mistaken.”
Harry nods. “Right. I’ll see you later then.” He bounces awkwardly on the balls of his feet, determined to keep his eyes on Krum’s face instead of allowing them to wander lower while he waits for him to leave.
Krum does no such thing. He calmly sits down (Harry will never be able to look at that chair in the same way again) and proceeds to search through his bag, eventually pulling out a pair of leather gloves and slipping them onto his hands. “Vot do you think?” He strikes a brief pose, angling one of his hips towards Harry and curling his hands into fists. “Should I vear the gloves for the photo?”
Harry nervously licks his lips. How is he supposed to answer that question? He hasn’t even decided how to go about his own photo, if he’ll even get to have a say in it. Perhaps he should be portrayed suggestively oiling up a broomstick. That would just be a marvellous way to come out to the wizarding world.
“Krum, why are you doing this?” Harry blurts out.
Krum shrugs. “It’s an easy thing to do for charity. I’m comfortable vith my body.” He eyes Harry for a moment. “You are haffing doubts?”
So perhaps Krum is more perceptive than he seems. Harry shakes his head in denial. “I’m fine. It’s just not something you do every day, y’know. Posing nude.”
“Because you look good,” Krum interrupts Harry’s nervous chuckle. “You haff nothing to vorry about.”
Harry tries not to gape at Krum, who is looking at him in an almost predatory way. If Harry didn’t know any better, he could have sworn Krum was flirting with him. He can’t possibly be—Harry recalls all too well how Krum followed Hermione around during fourth year.
“I mean, those Beaters haff nice muscles and all, but you are much more my type.”
Okay, so Krum is definitely flirting with him then. And Harry doesn’t have much time to wonder about this or decide whether to reciprocate, because Krum is walking towards him, closing the distance between them in a few large strides. He presses Harry against the wall, gentle but firm, and cups Harry’s cheek in his hand. “You vant it?”
Such a simple question should be easy to answer. Harry’s body sure wants it, at any rate. He can feel Krum’s cock grow hard against his hip, and he doesn’t realise his body is responding in the same way until he feels one of Krum’s bare thighs occupying the space between his legs, pressing against the growing bulge in Harry’s jeans. Harry all but whimpers. “How did you even know I’m—”
If Harry’s cock could talk, it would probably be telling him to shut up and get laid already. It hasn’t been very long since Harry’d realised he likes men, and not feeling ready to share this discovery with the rest of the world yet makes it difficult to find sexual partners who can be trusted not to owl the Daily Prophet.
Krum doesn’t waste any time pulling Harry’s shirt over his head and nibbling and sucking at the skin of Harry’s neck while he works on his trousers. “I saw how you ver looking at me,” he explains, and Harry feels himself going red, except he shouldn’t really care anymore because Krum has finished undressing him and stares hungrily at Harry’s cock before dropping to his knees.
The way Krum sucks cock matches his personality. He goes straight to his task, taking Harry’s cock deep into his mouth without too much teasing. Harry leans back against the wall, his legs unsteady as he watches Krum suck him with hollow cheeks. He wouldn’t have pegged Krum for the type to enjoy getting down on his knees for anyone, but this clearly isn’t the first time he’s done it; he hums appreciatively when Harry fists his hair and lets out a low moan, as though he’s getting off on Harry’s pleasure alone.
Krum pulls away once Harry’s cock starts leaking pre-come. He licks his lips as he looks up at Harry, his voice hoarse as he speaks. “Turn around.” The tone of desire in his voice is so strong that Harry can’t bring himself to do anything but obey. While Krum’s erection is rather intimidating, the idea of feeling it inside of him arouses Harry more than he’d care to admit out loud.
Harry turns around, facing the wall as he arches his back and spreads his legs, shamelessly offering his arse. He expects Krum to get up, but instead Harry feels the cool leather of Krum’s gloves on his arse as his cheeks are spread apart, and he gasps when Krum’s tongue laps at his arsehole.
Once again, Krum’s motions are skilled yet straightforward as he circles Harry’s hole a couple of times before pushing inside. His stubble scrapes Harry’s skin as he thrusts his tongue in and out, grunting when Harry pushes back. “You vant me to fuck you?” He asks breathlessly. “You vant my cock?”
Apparently he doesn’t expect a reply, because after a muttered incantation Harry’s arse suddenly feels slick and cold. When two of Krum’s fingers enter Harry the glove is gone, but Krum’s fingers are thick and calloused and they feel so different from his own that Harry almost comes on the spot when he moves them.
“Just do it,” Harry breathes, suddenly remembering where they are. Fuck. “Not much time.”
Krum lets out a low chuckle as he pulls out his fingers and lines up his cock. “It vould make a good headline if ve got caught, vould it not?”
Harry tenses up. “This will stay between the two of us, yeah?”
“Never fear. I can’t tell anyone about you vithout them finding out about me. This is vy ve can trust each other.”
Harry takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah. Alright.”
Krum presses an open mouthed kiss to Harry’s shoulder, as if to close the conversation by doing so. He never has been a man of many words, Harry recalls. Then Krum pushes the head of his cock inside, and everything else is forgotten.
Harry bites his lip and leans his forehead against the wall. It feels like an impossibly tight fit, and yet Krum continues to slide into Harry, slowly but surely, until he is all the way inside. Harry tries to concentrate on his breathing, feeling as if all of his nerve endings are on fire. It’s a good kind of burn, though.
Krum never stops moving, not completely, but his first few thrusts are slow and steady enough for Harry to adjust to his girth. And by the time he’s gotten used to the feeling (almost, anyway), all he wants is more. Unwilling to beg, he pushes back and impales himself on Krum’s cock.
Luckily, Krum seems to take the hint and fucks Harry with more force, holding him by the hips as he thrusts into him hard and fast. Soon the sound of his balls slapping against Harry’s arse echo off the dressing room’s walls and Harry wraps his hand around his own erection, the need to come stronger than his will to last. He fists himself furiously and when Krum angles his hips and hits the right spot, it’s a matter of seconds before ropes of come are decorating the wall in front of him.
Krum groans as Harry clenches around him, slamming into him even harder now. It’s almost too much for Harry, being fucked right through his orgasm and feeling so goddamn full—but then Krum grunts, “Fuck, Potter,” and bites down on the back of his neck, stifling more curses when he comes deep inside of Harry.
For a few moments they just stand there, panting. Then Krum pulls back, the sound of his now flaccid cock being pulled from Harry’s slick hole and slapping his thigh obscene. Harry turns around and immediately senses that he’s going to be sore for at least a couple of days. Then he realises he is now face to face with Krum, and he has no fucking clue about what to say after having a shag with someone who’s practically a stranger. “Well,” he starts awkwardly. The fact that he can feel a drop of Krum’s come sliding down his leg is awfully distracting.
A knock on the door saves him, although it soon dawns on Harry that someone else’s presence is not exactly a good thing right now. “Fuck,” he groans, and frantically starts searching for his dressing gown.
Krum just grins. “It vos a pleasure, Potter.” He disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and Harry panics. He finally finds the gown and puts it on, praying to a bunch of deities he doesn’t believe in that he doesn’t look too flustered when he opens the door.
It’s Seamus. “Hey, Harry! We’re ready to shoot you next, if that’s alright with you.”
Harry nods, adjusting his dressing gown. “Just give me five minutes and I’ll be ready, okay?”
“Sure. I’ll see you in a bit then.” For a moment Seamus looks like he’s about to leave, but then he stops and glances at Harry. “You know, I really like what the hair guys did to you.” He smiles approvingly. “That just-shagged look is going to sell a lot of calendars.”
Author:
praevarus Prompt: Harry gets talked into posing nude in a charity quidditch calendar. Viktor is there as well. The two reconnect after the shoot. Sexy times happen.
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/Viktor Krum
Word Count: 2K
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): PWP, rimming, some cursing, bottom!Harry (for those who mind).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Dear
myworldenough, thank you for inspiring me to try out a new pairing. I hope you don’t mind that the boys reconnect before the shoot, rather than after. Thanks to M. for being a great (and quick!) beta. Lastly, Viktor Krum’s accent is based on UK canon. Credit for this also goes to M.Summary: Harry isn’t entirely sure why he agreed to pose nude for the Quidditch Hunks charity calendar, but an encounter in the changing rooms might just make it worth his while.
As soon as Harry arrives at the studio and sees the Appleby Arrows Beater showing his muscles off to the camera, he decides he is going to call the whole thing off. He isn’t sure why he agreed to be featured in Seamus’ ridiculous Quidditch Hunks calendar in the first place. Well, it’s charity and it’s impossible to say no to Seamus when he gets excited about something—but that doesn’t mean he can’t change his mind.
When Seamus approaches Harry, grinning from ear to ear, those resolutions go right down the drain. “Honestly, Harry. Thank you so much.” He punches Harry in the shoulder jovially. “With you on the cover, we’re going to sell twice as many calendars as last year, I’m sure.”
Harry pales. “The cover?”
“Of course!” Seamus looks at him as if Harry should be jumping for joy. “You’re the biggest star we’ve got. It would be shame to let that go to waste. Don’t worry, if you’re uncomfortable going completely nude, we can always find you a prop to cover your bits with.”
Miserably, Harry stares at the Appleby Arrows Beater, who doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with nudity at all. “Great.”
---
Having about half an hour to kill before it’s his turn to have his photo taken, Harry heads towards his dressing room where he’s been told he can undress and put on his dressing gown (Harry isn’t sure he understands the purpose of that one). He finds the door with his name on it and opens it, only to find a very naked man bent over and in the process of taking his socks off. “Christ!” Harry cries out, ready to leave the room and let the man put his clothes back on, when the other man turns around, not appearing even slightly bothered by his state of nudity. “Krum?”
Being a Seeker like Harry, Krum’s build is shorter and more slender than most of the other guys at the shoot. Unlike Harry’s, however, his body seems to consist entirely of lean muscle, especially his thighs which seem to have firmed from years of gripping his broom in ways Harry is apparently not familiar with. What’s located between his thighs though, is at least as equally impressive. Harry’s head snaps up and he tries not to turn red as Krum flashes a knowing smile. The bastard knows he’s hot.
“Nice to see you, Potter. But I must ask, vot are you doing in my dressing room?”
“What? This is my dressing room!” Harry sputters. “In case you didn’t notice, it has my name on the door.”
“Ah. I must haff been mistaken.”
Harry nods. “Right. I’ll see you later then.” He bounces awkwardly on the balls of his feet, determined to keep his eyes on Krum’s face instead of allowing them to wander lower while he waits for him to leave.
Krum does no such thing. He calmly sits down (Harry will never be able to look at that chair in the same way again) and proceeds to search through his bag, eventually pulling out a pair of leather gloves and slipping them onto his hands. “Vot do you think?” He strikes a brief pose, angling one of his hips towards Harry and curling his hands into fists. “Should I vear the gloves for the photo?”
Harry nervously licks his lips. How is he supposed to answer that question? He hasn’t even decided how to go about his own photo, if he’ll even get to have a say in it. Perhaps he should be portrayed suggestively oiling up a broomstick. That would just be a marvellous way to come out to the wizarding world.
“Krum, why are you doing this?” Harry blurts out.
Krum shrugs. “It’s an easy thing to do for charity. I’m comfortable vith my body.” He eyes Harry for a moment. “You are haffing doubts?”
So perhaps Krum is more perceptive than he seems. Harry shakes his head in denial. “I’m fine. It’s just not something you do every day, y’know. Posing nude.”
“Because you look good,” Krum interrupts Harry’s nervous chuckle. “You haff nothing to vorry about.”
Harry tries not to gape at Krum, who is looking at him in an almost predatory way. If Harry didn’t know any better, he could have sworn Krum was flirting with him. He can’t possibly be—Harry recalls all too well how Krum followed Hermione around during fourth year.
“I mean, those Beaters haff nice muscles and all, but you are much more my type.”
Okay, so Krum is definitely flirting with him then. And Harry doesn’t have much time to wonder about this or decide whether to reciprocate, because Krum is walking towards him, closing the distance between them in a few large strides. He presses Harry against the wall, gentle but firm, and cups Harry’s cheek in his hand. “You vant it?”
Such a simple question should be easy to answer. Harry’s body sure wants it, at any rate. He can feel Krum’s cock grow hard against his hip, and he doesn’t realise his body is responding in the same way until he feels one of Krum’s bare thighs occupying the space between his legs, pressing against the growing bulge in Harry’s jeans. Harry all but whimpers. “How did you even know I’m—”
If Harry’s cock could talk, it would probably be telling him to shut up and get laid already. It hasn’t been very long since Harry’d realised he likes men, and not feeling ready to share this discovery with the rest of the world yet makes it difficult to find sexual partners who can be trusted not to owl the Daily Prophet.
Krum doesn’t waste any time pulling Harry’s shirt over his head and nibbling and sucking at the skin of Harry’s neck while he works on his trousers. “I saw how you ver looking at me,” he explains, and Harry feels himself going red, except he shouldn’t really care anymore because Krum has finished undressing him and stares hungrily at Harry’s cock before dropping to his knees.
The way Krum sucks cock matches his personality. He goes straight to his task, taking Harry’s cock deep into his mouth without too much teasing. Harry leans back against the wall, his legs unsteady as he watches Krum suck him with hollow cheeks. He wouldn’t have pegged Krum for the type to enjoy getting down on his knees for anyone, but this clearly isn’t the first time he’s done it; he hums appreciatively when Harry fists his hair and lets out a low moan, as though he’s getting off on Harry’s pleasure alone.
Krum pulls away once Harry’s cock starts leaking pre-come. He licks his lips as he looks up at Harry, his voice hoarse as he speaks. “Turn around.” The tone of desire in his voice is so strong that Harry can’t bring himself to do anything but obey. While Krum’s erection is rather intimidating, the idea of feeling it inside of him arouses Harry more than he’d care to admit out loud.
Harry turns around, facing the wall as he arches his back and spreads his legs, shamelessly offering his arse. He expects Krum to get up, but instead Harry feels the cool leather of Krum’s gloves on his arse as his cheeks are spread apart, and he gasps when Krum’s tongue laps at his arsehole.
Once again, Krum’s motions are skilled yet straightforward as he circles Harry’s hole a couple of times before pushing inside. His stubble scrapes Harry’s skin as he thrusts his tongue in and out, grunting when Harry pushes back. “You vant me to fuck you?” He asks breathlessly. “You vant my cock?”
Apparently he doesn’t expect a reply, because after a muttered incantation Harry’s arse suddenly feels slick and cold. When two of Krum’s fingers enter Harry the glove is gone, but Krum’s fingers are thick and calloused and they feel so different from his own that Harry almost comes on the spot when he moves them.
“Just do it,” Harry breathes, suddenly remembering where they are. Fuck. “Not much time.”
Krum lets out a low chuckle as he pulls out his fingers and lines up his cock. “It vould make a good headline if ve got caught, vould it not?”
Harry tenses up. “This will stay between the two of us, yeah?”
“Never fear. I can’t tell anyone about you vithout them finding out about me. This is vy ve can trust each other.”
Harry takes a deep breath and nods. “Yeah. Alright.”
Krum presses an open mouthed kiss to Harry’s shoulder, as if to close the conversation by doing so. He never has been a man of many words, Harry recalls. Then Krum pushes the head of his cock inside, and everything else is forgotten.
Harry bites his lip and leans his forehead against the wall. It feels like an impossibly tight fit, and yet Krum continues to slide into Harry, slowly but surely, until he is all the way inside. Harry tries to concentrate on his breathing, feeling as if all of his nerve endings are on fire. It’s a good kind of burn, though.
Krum never stops moving, not completely, but his first few thrusts are slow and steady enough for Harry to adjust to his girth. And by the time he’s gotten used to the feeling (almost, anyway), all he wants is more. Unwilling to beg, he pushes back and impales himself on Krum’s cock.
Luckily, Krum seems to take the hint and fucks Harry with more force, holding him by the hips as he thrusts into him hard and fast. Soon the sound of his balls slapping against Harry’s arse echo off the dressing room’s walls and Harry wraps his hand around his own erection, the need to come stronger than his will to last. He fists himself furiously and when Krum angles his hips and hits the right spot, it’s a matter of seconds before ropes of come are decorating the wall in front of him.
Krum groans as Harry clenches around him, slamming into him even harder now. It’s almost too much for Harry, being fucked right through his orgasm and feeling so goddamn full—but then Krum grunts, “Fuck, Potter,” and bites down on the back of his neck, stifling more curses when he comes deep inside of Harry.
For a few moments they just stand there, panting. Then Krum pulls back, the sound of his now flaccid cock being pulled from Harry’s slick hole and slapping his thigh obscene. Harry turns around and immediately senses that he’s going to be sore for at least a couple of days. Then he realises he is now face to face with Krum, and he has no fucking clue about what to say after having a shag with someone who’s practically a stranger. “Well,” he starts awkwardly. The fact that he can feel a drop of Krum’s come sliding down his leg is awfully distracting.
A knock on the door saves him, although it soon dawns on Harry that someone else’s presence is not exactly a good thing right now. “Fuck,” he groans, and frantically starts searching for his dressing gown.
Krum just grins. “It vos a pleasure, Potter.” He disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and Harry panics. He finally finds the gown and puts it on, praying to a bunch of deities he doesn’t believe in that he doesn’t look too flustered when he opens the door.
It’s Seamus. “Hey, Harry! We’re ready to shoot you next, if that’s alright with you.”
Harry nods, adjusting his dressing gown. “Just give me five minutes and I’ll be ready, okay?”
“Sure. I’ll see you in a bit then.” For a moment Seamus looks like he’s about to leave, but then he stops and glances at Harry. “You know, I really like what the hair guys did to you.” He smiles approvingly. “That just-shagged look is going to sell a lot of calendars.”
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