7snogs Drabble: Rushed Snogs in Dark Corners
Title: Rushed Snogs in Dark Corners
Author:
dripping_cherry
Pairing : Harry/James Sirius
Rating: R
Wordcount: 205
Warnings: Incest, angst
Summary: James wants more than rushed snogs in dark corners— or does he? Written for the 'mirth' prompt from my
7snogs table.

Pressed against the wall in the dark, trailing his tongue across soft lips, inhaling his father’s woody scent, James isn’t feeling the holiday mirth. In a moment, they will go back downstairs and join the rest of the family in their merriment. His mother will touch his father’s arm, and he will give her that knowing look. The sight will make James sick— it will drive him mad with images of what they'll be doing while James is alone in his bed. Desperate, he begs his father to prove his desire for him with more than rushed snogs in dark corners.
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Pinned against the mattress in the dead of the night, twisting the bed sheets in his fists, impaled on the cock that sired him, James isn’t feeling the holiday mirth. His father will leave as soon as it is over. In the morning, they will gather with the rest of the family to open gifts, and act as if nothing ever happened. His mother will make eyes at his father, and he will smile at her. The sight will break James’ heart. He shouldn’t have asked for more than rushed snogs in dark corners— those have never left him feeling so hollow inside.
The End
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Pairing : Harry/James Sirius
Rating: R
Wordcount: 205
Warnings: Incest, angst
Summary: James wants more than rushed snogs in dark corners— or does he? Written for the 'mirth' prompt from my
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Pressed against the wall in the dark, trailing his tongue across soft lips, inhaling his father’s woody scent, James isn’t feeling the holiday mirth. In a moment, they will go back downstairs and join the rest of the family in their merriment. His mother will touch his father’s arm, and he will give her that knowing look. The sight will make James sick— it will drive him mad with images of what they'll be doing while James is alone in his bed. Desperate, he begs his father to prove his desire for him with more than rushed snogs in dark corners.
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Pinned against the mattress in the dead of the night, twisting the bed sheets in his fists, impaled on the cock that sired him, James isn’t feeling the holiday mirth. His father will leave as soon as it is over. In the morning, they will gather with the rest of the family to open gifts, and act as if nothing ever happened. His mother will make eyes at his father, and he will smile at her. The sight will break James’ heart. He shouldn’t have asked for more than rushed snogs in dark corners— those have never left him feeling so hollow inside.
The End
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Very nicely done, m'dear! ♥
And happy holidays to you.
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Excellent job, dear!
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Lovely!
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You did a brilliant job of telling an awfully big story is so few words.
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Thank you :)
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