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firewhiskeyficTitle: Behind Greenhouse 3
Author:a_belladonna
I am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter, Cycling RPF (Domenico Pozzovivo/Vincenzo Nibali)
Challenge/Prompts used: April Showers, Greenhouse 3, Wolfsbane
Summary: The Ravenclaw and Slytherin Seekers have a rendez-vous behind the greenhouse the day before their quidditch-game
Rating/Warnings: R/M, I guess(????). A Harry Potter/Cycing RPF crossover nobody asked for? Ever? Least of all the two protagonists, I assume.
Those two guys would totally be Seekers, if they were playing Quidditch instead of riding bibcycles. Google them. They have the physique for catching Golden Snitches, no way they'd be Chasers, Keepers, or Beaters.
Word count: 880
Author's Notes (if any): If this ISN'T something a Slytherin would do (and I say that as someone who always ended up in Slytherin when doing a Sorting quiz) then I don't know: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zi24TVdZFyc (Too bad the Gryffindor helicopter caught him red-handned?)
And Domenico has one (soon two) unveristy degress, so if that doesn't place him in Ravenclaw, the system's broken. :p
Why are two Italians at Hogwrts? Fuck if I know. It made sense in the moment.
"You sure nobody's here?"
"Absolutely"
"Of all places to meet, you suggested the greenhouses?"
"Who'd expect a Ravenclaw and a Slyhterin to meet up behind the greenhouses?"
"Someone who'd think a little tactically and assume they'd go to a place more associated with Hufflepuffs?"
Domenico flopped down on the grass.
"Ok, fine, YOU pick a place the next time."
Vincenzo playfully poked him in the side.
"I'm just teasing you. It's a fine place. Really, I mean it."
Domenico still pouted, though not really deep-felt.
"You also really ought to remember which one of us got sorted into the brainy House."
"I am, I am. Still, you aren't more brainy that you also made it into the Quidditch-team."
He put his arm around Domenico.
"Which brings us back to how awkward it'd be if the Ravenclaw and Slytherin Seekers were caught together the day before their match."
Domenico leaned into the embrace,
"oh, come on, you get off on that, don't you? The whole possibility of being cauht? The scandal. If it'd even be a scandal. I haven't really figured out these English witches and wizards yet. Make four Houses, let them be rivals yet not really bat an eye if their athletes fraternize."
Vincenzo pulled him into his lap.
"My captain did actually ask me to try and get some tactics out of you."
He slid his hand up Domenico's thigh under the robe.
"Granted, it's not very cunning of me to say this to you."
Domenico leaned closer, his lips brushing against Vincenzo's ear.
"That's because you know none of us will be able to reveal mcuh about our tams tactivs, very soon."
He rocked his hips, feeling Vincenzo grow harder beneath him and sighed.
"Am I right?"
Vincenzo looked up at him and slid his fingers under his underwear, caresseing the skin with featherlight touches.
"P-perhaps," he moaned.
"Kiss me," he continued.
Domenico kissed him. Softly and cautiously at first, then bolder, their lips parting, tongues meeting.
Vincenzo grabbed his buttock firmer, pulling him closer.
"I'd...I'd like to fuck you," he whispered. He knew they were alone, that at this time of day nobpdy was around in these parts of Hogwarts, yet he didn't want to say it too loud.
Domenico's hands were busy undoing the front of his robes.
"I knew it," he panted. "I knew it. You're just trying to sabotage our chances tomorrow."
Vincenzo smirked.
"Are you sayimng I'm that well-hung that an extra cushion-charm wouldn't be enough for you during tomorrow's match?"
Domenico began kissing a trail down Vincenzo's neck.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Could also be that I'll think of what we did when I see you at the match tomorrow."
Vincenzo laughed and kneaded his buttocks.
"this right there explains why you ended up with the bookworms. You really shouldn't tell me that kind of things. Not the day before the maych anyway."
"Really? Just think about it. Everytime you see ME tomorrow, you'll think of me writhing in your lap, moaning your name, coming with your cock in my ass."
Domenico ran his hands through Vincenzo's hair.
"But enogh talk. Just fuck me already. It'll soon be dinner time and we'll both need to rest before tomorrow. I can't imagine it's only my captain who values restituion and rest beofre a game. Fuck me. Now."
Vincenzo swallowed.
"Right. Right."
Somehow they both managed to wriggle out of underwear without getting too undressed in the chilly April afternnon.
"How, how about I just use a lube charm?" Vincenzo panted. "You sounded so needy."
"No, no, I want to feel your fingers," Domenico replied, rocking in Vincenzo's lap, gasping at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together.
"Like, like this?" Vincenzo asked, carefully working a finger inside him.
"Yes, yes, yes," was the breahtless reply. "More, please," he soon added.
"Fuck, I-I was dreaming of this all through last class today," Vincenzo moaned. "All through the lecture of Wolfbane's properties."
"Really?" Domenico panted. "It's, it's after all very interesting about...ah, that..."
He had to stop talking as the pleasure kept building.
"Sure," Vincenzo replied. "sure. But you're a bit more appealing."
He removed his fingers, applied more lube to his cock and grabbed hold of Domenico's hip. His robe had been unbuttoned and his undershirt pushed up, exposing his naked body underneath.
"One day I'd really like to have you completely naked infront of me, writhing, moaning, instead of this half-dressed fumbling," Vincenzo moaned.
Domenico's eyes rolled back in his head as he lowered himself onto Vincenzo's cock.
"It, it'll happen," he moaned in reply.
Soon all that was heard was their heavy brething and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Kiss me," Domenico moaned, one arm around Vincenzo's shoulders, while stroking himself. "Kiss me," he repeated as he came.
With a few, last thrusts Vincenzo came, his eyes scrwered shut.
"Fuck, fuck," he panted. "You'll be the death of me," he added.
"I hope not, " Domenico answered, just as the first, heavy drops landed on them.
Looking up at the sky, Vincenzo furrowed his brow.
"This country. All that rain. I'll never get used to it."
Domenico smiled teasingly, raindrops running down through his dark hair and down over his cheeks.
"What, what's wrong with a little April shower?"
Author:
a_belladonnaI am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Harry Potter, Cycling RPF (Domenico Pozzovivo/Vincenzo Nibali)
Challenge/Prompts used: April Showers, Greenhouse 3, Wolfsbane
Summary: The Ravenclaw and Slytherin Seekers have a rendez-vous behind the greenhouse the day before their quidditch-game
Rating/Warnings: R/M, I guess(????). A Harry Potter/Cycing RPF crossover nobody asked for? Ever? Least of all the two protagonists, I assume.
Those two guys would totally be Seekers, if they were playing Quidditch instead of riding bibcycles. Google them. They have the physique for catching Golden Snitches, no way they'd be Chasers, Keepers, or Beaters.
Word count: 880
Author's Notes (if any): If this ISN'T something a Slytherin would do (and I say that as someone who always ended up in Slytherin when doing a Sorting quiz) then I don't know: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zi24TVdZFyc (Too bad the Gryffindor helicopter caught him red-handned?)
And Domenico has one (soon two) unveristy degress, so if that doesn't place him in Ravenclaw, the system's broken. :p
Why are two Italians at Hogwrts? Fuck if I know. It made sense in the moment.
"You sure nobody's here?"
"Absolutely"
"Of all places to meet, you suggested the greenhouses?"
"Who'd expect a Ravenclaw and a Slyhterin to meet up behind the greenhouses?"
"Someone who'd think a little tactically and assume they'd go to a place more associated with Hufflepuffs?"
Domenico flopped down on the grass.
"Ok, fine, YOU pick a place the next time."
Vincenzo playfully poked him in the side.
"I'm just teasing you. It's a fine place. Really, I mean it."
Domenico still pouted, though not really deep-felt.
"You also really ought to remember which one of us got sorted into the brainy House."
"I am, I am. Still, you aren't more brainy that you also made it into the Quidditch-team."
He put his arm around Domenico.
"Which brings us back to how awkward it'd be if the Ravenclaw and Slytherin Seekers were caught together the day before their match."
Domenico leaned into the embrace,
"oh, come on, you get off on that, don't you? The whole possibility of being cauht? The scandal. If it'd even be a scandal. I haven't really figured out these English witches and wizards yet. Make four Houses, let them be rivals yet not really bat an eye if their athletes fraternize."
Vincenzo pulled him into his lap.
"My captain did actually ask me to try and get some tactics out of you."
He slid his hand up Domenico's thigh under the robe.
"Granted, it's not very cunning of me to say this to you."
Domenico leaned closer, his lips brushing against Vincenzo's ear.
"That's because you know none of us will be able to reveal mcuh about our tams tactivs, very soon."
He rocked his hips, feeling Vincenzo grow harder beneath him and sighed.
"Am I right?"
Vincenzo looked up at him and slid his fingers under his underwear, caresseing the skin with featherlight touches.
"P-perhaps," he moaned.
"Kiss me," he continued.
Domenico kissed him. Softly and cautiously at first, then bolder, their lips parting, tongues meeting.
Vincenzo grabbed his buttock firmer, pulling him closer.
"I'd...I'd like to fuck you," he whispered. He knew they were alone, that at this time of day nobpdy was around in these parts of Hogwarts, yet he didn't want to say it too loud.
Domenico's hands were busy undoing the front of his robes.
"I knew it," he panted. "I knew it. You're just trying to sabotage our chances tomorrow."
Vincenzo smirked.
"Are you sayimng I'm that well-hung that an extra cushion-charm wouldn't be enough for you during tomorrow's match?"
Domenico began kissing a trail down Vincenzo's neck.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Could also be that I'll think of what we did when I see you at the match tomorrow."
Vincenzo laughed and kneaded his buttocks.
"this right there explains why you ended up with the bookworms. You really shouldn't tell me that kind of things. Not the day before the maych anyway."
"Really? Just think about it. Everytime you see ME tomorrow, you'll think of me writhing in your lap, moaning your name, coming with your cock in my ass."
Domenico ran his hands through Vincenzo's hair.
"But enogh talk. Just fuck me already. It'll soon be dinner time and we'll both need to rest before tomorrow. I can't imagine it's only my captain who values restituion and rest beofre a game. Fuck me. Now."
Vincenzo swallowed.
"Right. Right."
Somehow they both managed to wriggle out of underwear without getting too undressed in the chilly April afternnon.
"How, how about I just use a lube charm?" Vincenzo panted. "You sounded so needy."
"No, no, I want to feel your fingers," Domenico replied, rocking in Vincenzo's lap, gasping at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together.
"Like, like this?" Vincenzo asked, carefully working a finger inside him.
"Yes, yes, yes," was the breahtless reply. "More, please," he soon added.
"Fuck, I-I was dreaming of this all through last class today," Vincenzo moaned. "All through the lecture of Wolfbane's properties."
"Really?" Domenico panted. "It's, it's after all very interesting about...ah, that..."
He had to stop talking as the pleasure kept building.
"Sure," Vincenzo replied. "sure. But you're a bit more appealing."
He removed his fingers, applied more lube to his cock and grabbed hold of Domenico's hip. His robe had been unbuttoned and his undershirt pushed up, exposing his naked body underneath.
"One day I'd really like to have you completely naked infront of me, writhing, moaning, instead of this half-dressed fumbling," Vincenzo moaned.
Domenico's eyes rolled back in his head as he lowered himself onto Vincenzo's cock.
"It, it'll happen," he moaned in reply.
Soon all that was heard was their heavy brething and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Kiss me," Domenico moaned, one arm around Vincenzo's shoulders, while stroking himself. "Kiss me," he repeated as he came.
With a few, last thrusts Vincenzo came, his eyes scrwered shut.
"Fuck, fuck," he panted. "You'll be the death of me," he added.
"I hope not, " Domenico answered, just as the first, heavy drops landed on them.
Looking up at the sky, Vincenzo furrowed his brow.
"This country. All that rain. I'll never get used to it."
Domenico smiled teasingly, raindrops running down through his dark hair and down over his cheeks.
"What, what's wrong with a little April shower?"
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Date: 2022-04-25 04:54 pm (UTC)Thanks, MA!
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Date: 2022-05-09 09:43 pm (UTC)Did you look up the characters?
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Date: 2022-04-25 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-05-09 09:47 pm (UTC)♥
Date: 2022-04-27 04:25 am (UTC)Clever to make the cyclist quidditch players in this universe.
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Date: 2022-05-09 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-04-30 01:54 am (UTC)Before I started reading this fic, I checked out some pics of Domenico Pozzovivo and Vincenzo Nibali, so that gave me some imagery for the who-was-doing-what-to-whom hotness here.
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Date: 2022-05-09 09:58 pm (UTC)Yes, Cycling RPS is definitely a thing, although it seems I'm the only one writing specifically about these guys...it's a tiny fandom in that there aren't a lot who write, but there are hundreds of cyclists you potentially could write about (the sport is around 150 years old), so things get spread out a bit.
(Shameless self-plug, but my other, sober, fics about them can be found at AO3, I have the same username there.)
Before I started reading this fic, I checked out some pics of Domenico Pozzovivo and Vincenzo Nibali, so that gave me some imagery for the who-was-doing-what-to-whom hotness here.
Yes, they're not the worst looking people in the peloton. ;)