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firewhiskeyficTitle: A Broom
Author:songquake
I am of legal drinking age in my region: YEP. Like, my drinking age is well past drinking age. And a good thing. Too.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: HP: Hagrid, Harry, not clear if they’re going to bget it on—Hagrid’s SOOOOOO big! YES. Smut achieved: Hagrid/Harry.
Challenge/Prompts used: Crossing them off as I finish:
Hagrid
Forbidden Forest
Stripped Bare
Cuddling by the Fire
Ice and Snow
“Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.”
Summary: Fulfilling some Hagrid fanttases. Mabye some Harry fantasies too?
Rating/Warnings: explicit-ish, also maybe Harry’s a size queen?
Word count: 2284
Author's Notes (if any): I feel like this might be my best smut idea in a while. Also my descriptions arent awful? Even though I forgot what I was doing midway through. This is actually not a terrible story maybe.
Thanks so much to the mods for continuing the tradition of FWF! I’m so glad to be here with all of you!
The snow in Scotland was no joike—and ice had been forming during the days as the snow atop Hagrid’s thatched roof melted and refroze on its way down. (And as I write this in a word file and try to strike things off, I remember that I need to just put the html coding in—and that the coding that makes a strikethrough in gdocs doesn’t work in MS Word).
So. Let’s start over, because I think this actually cold be a good beginning to a story.
The snow in Scotland was thick, heavy, deep. Like an arsehole, except so very cold. Ice had been forming as the roof of Hagrid’s hut was heated from above by the sun and from below by the warm fire he kept goding—perfect for cuddles with Fang or with a lover—if he only had a lover…
Alas.
But this new year, before the children came back from their Christmas holiday, Hagrid was going to use these thick snowdrifts around to help him realize a dream. No not that kind of a dream
The truth was, Hagrid had always been disappointed that he didn’t have the ppportunity to play Quidditch He’d like being a Chaser, sure enough (like the single-malt-whiskey chasers he had after he drank a keg of beer—the beer before liquor rhyme didn’t apply to half-giants, after all). He’d like being chaser best because it dowsn;t require pretending to squash godlen Snidget or tryikng to maim one’s opponents. But on the Giant Quidditch team, he suspected he’d be the smillest and lithest, and mad eto be Seeker.
But there was alos the problem of Giants didn’t have the skill to make flying brooms and that most wizards wouln’t bother tring to accommoddate his size (anywhere, heh). Oh, how Hagrid longed to fly. Despite im being able to sweet talk the graliest Hippogryff, none of them would allow him to ride because he as too damn big. But he’d love to fly a broom.
This was what the plan for the winter break was, then: Harry Potter, hobbyist broomcrafter, would ocme and build and enchat a a broom for Hagrid. Harry had already agreed, though he did seem a bit blush-y about it. But today was the day@ And Hagrid was excited to see how Harry made a broom andthen taught him how to fly, with the deep snowdrifts ready to catch Hagrid if he fell.
And there was Harry, trudging up the path towards Hagrid’s hut, a turck filled with what Hagrid assumed would be the materials for makign a brum trailign behind him.
“Hullo, Hagrid!” Harry said cheerfully. Waving, even.
“Harry! Thanks fer comin’!” Hagrid said. “Come up here, give yer ol Hagrid a hug, and we’ll get ye warmed up before we start talkin’ brooms.”
“Er, yeah,” said Harry. He was still rather pink, but that might have been the cold and the exertion from walking form Hogsmeade. Though Hagrid wasn’t quite sure why Harry wouldn’t have just flown from Hogsmeade. Hagrid grabbed Harry by the arm and drew him into a brief hug, patting him on the back. He heard Harry grunt as Habrid’s larer than lfe hadnds knocked the breath out of him
“Sorry, Harry, I forgot my won strength, “ Hagrid said. It was a frequent sort of apology,to be honest.
Not that Hagrid was less than honest most of the time. He really wasn’t good at hiding in general, and lying was just a lot of hiding, wasn’t it?
In any event, Harry hugged him back, giving Hagrid a couple pf thumps on the rup, which was about s far as Harry could reach. Maybe not even the rump, but the hip. Htat osunds more like it. Because there’s no way arry’s arms reach aroudn Hagrid.
“Why don’t we head inside?” Hagrid suggested. “Have some cocoa or something stronger, eh?”
“A hot toddy wouldn’t go amiss,” Harry said, “except make it wizard-strength, not Hagrid-strenght, yeah/”
“One HARRY-strength hot toddy coming up. You feelin’ off, mate?”
“Er, no… Just awkward. You know, you’ve been like a favored avuncluar older brother type, and I feel awkward about what we’l need to be doing this afternoon.” Harry took a dep breath. “But I realy do want to do this, I want to help make your dreams come true. You deserve all the joy, Hagrid. Flyikng feels so happy and freedom-like to me, so I want to help you have some of that, too.”
Hagrid wrinkled his brow. “I don’t see how’s making a broom will be really awkward, Harry.”
Harry took anotehr deep breath.
“How much do you know of broom-crafting, Hagrid?”
The trudtha was that Hagrid didn’t’ really know much at all. He assumed that the brooms the students used were made of wood hat was both light and sturdy,and that took charms well. Probably similar to a lot of wand-wood. But beyond those speculations, he really didn’t know much beyond that the broom eneeded to support a seat and stirrups and be reasonably aerodynamic. And of course the wood had to be greeable to magic. But Hagrid happened to think MOS wood is agreeable to magic if ir were given enoug hmagical love.
(If Hagrid’s mind were the type to make sexual innuendos, he would have had a field day with that last paragraph. Just saying.)
Harry crouched by the fire in agrid’s hut, waring his hadns. After a few minutes he stood and walked over to where Hagrid was making gtea by the hob.
“Thanks for working on the hot toddy, mate,” he said. Is there anything I can help with?”
“Sure, Harry, Why don’t you get some biscuits out of thie tin over there? Minerva sent them with me when I left supper last night—she thought you might like them.”
Harry silently gave thanks for Minerva and her understanidng of social dynamics.
And his teeth. He grabbed the tin, opened it and reached past Hagrid for a plate.
In a few moments, the two were sat by the fire, very large and squashy chairs facing each other.
“So Harry, why don’t ye tell me about this broom-criftig, anw why it has e worked up?” Hagrid asked.
Harry dipped his gigner-nut biscuit into the hot toddy as he found his owrds. “Well, you see, for wizardds, there’s only so much variation in size os they make a bunch of standard sizes and wizards and wtitches can try out the broms tofind the best fit.” Hagrid nodded. ‘But the proportions…they aren’t just based on height.” Harry closed his eyes for a moment then. He took a long sip of his hot toddy (which was poured heavily with Firewhiskey, because Hagrid and also FWF).
Gathering his Dutch courage, Harry looked at Hagrid. “The measurements for a custom broom include, height to shoulders, height from nipples to the top of your head, and the girth of your cock.”
Now Hagrid was blushing too. “Oh,” he said.
And started to strip off.
Harry choked a bit on his tea. Which was mostly Firewheisky. “Now? You want me to measure you now?”
“No time like the preseent, good lad,” Hagrid said. He wasn’t ashamed of how he looked in the buff. He stripped himself bare so anything Harry neede to measure or weigh wold be there with easy access. Like a kilt. Excpet that Hagrid hadn’t been wearing a kilt but some skin torusers. I said skin because I don’t’ remember what kind of trousers he wore but aren’t leather trousers sexy? And somehow Harid has got his trousers and pats off without having to worry too much about his boots.
When Hagrid stood before him stripped bare, Harry swallowed around the dryness an the lump in his throat. “Right,” he said. First the measurement for the long handle of the broom” Harry pulled a measuring tape from is trunk. He levitated the end first to the top of Hagrid’s shoulder, then asked for Hagrid to raise his dominant hand. Harry measured from the opposite nipple to the top of Hagrid’s head. Then Harry stopped.
“Er,” Harry said. “I’ll need to measure around your erect cock, sorry.” He looked briefly at the thatched ceiling. “would you like some help with it?” because it only seemed polite. Also, Harry had been curious for YEARS.
And for thse same years, Hgrid hasd been in rather a dry spell. Madam Maxime had been a fun romp, but had less of a sense of adventure than Hagrid. And yet, since their time together, he’d had very few adventures at all.
“Go ahead,” he said griffuly.
Harry stood and stepped over to Hagrid, stroking his hands up the outside of Hagrid’s thighs, then flanks. “You mgiht want to sit, yeah/” he suggested.
When Hagrid sat, Harry gravefully dropped to his knees. He ran his hadns from Hagrid’s ankles up the outside of his legs to his knees and then pushed those knees apart. “Good?” Asked Harry.
“Yeah,” Hagrid grunted.
Harry felt the hair on Hagrid’s legs—softer than he’d have thought, softer than his own. He saw Hagrid’s cocl was starting to fatten. “Do you like thus?” He asked. “Should I do something more?”
“Just,” Hagrid grunted, “whatver comes natural, Harry. I’ll let you know when I’m close.”
“Good,” said Harry. “Because yeah, I need to measure the base of your cock when it’s fattest. But then you could come all over me.” His voice was a little breathy as he said that.
Hagrid groaned. It did sound like Harry would like being come all over. “I like my dick wet,” he confessed.
Harry met his eyes and smirked. “That could be arranged.” He licked his lips then leant forward. Again, he was surprised by Hagrid’s softness—the sponginess of his cock as it swelled more and more as he licked at the tip. He whspiered a spell to get some lube betweenhis hand and Hagrid’s cock and pumped slowly. “C’mon, Hagrid, get really hard for me. You know you want to.” And Hrry sucked as much of Hagrid’s cock into his mouth as he could. It wasn’t much; Hagrid was so thick that Harry had to unhinge his jaw just to get the first couple of inches in. He swallowed and breahted through his nose, trying oto force himself farther down the long, thick shaft.
“Good lad,” Hagrid gasped. “You keep doing that, and you can play eiwh my balls a bit, if you like.”
Harry liked. He liked so much that soon Hagrid grabbed harry by the hair and pulled him off. “You’d better get that measurement now,” he said.
Harry looked at him, eyes wide and streaming from the exertion of trying to swallow half-giant cock. “I bet when you come, it’ll be like I’m showering in it,” he said.
“Yeah? Would you like to take a shower in my jizz?” Hagrid asked, feeling indulgent but also rather chuffed.
“Yeah,” Harry said. He leaned down and gave a quick suckle. “Let’s measure this,” he said. He measured the length, the circumference right by Hagrid’s balls, and the diameter at the frenulum. “That’ll be a ncie sized bracne to get you,” Harry said. “IT’s too bd none of the measurements require I weigh antyhing Yor cck felt so heavy on my tongue, I ownder how big it really is,”
“Big enough to satisfy a size queen like you, I bet,” Hargrid said, using language he hadn’t tried with another person since the 1970;s.
“I bet,”Harry said huskily. He went down on Hagrid’s cock again, pumping it and opening up his mouth and throat to take whateve rhe could. With his free hand, he put Hagrid’s hand around his skull.
Hagrid growled and started pumping his hips—little pumps, but still taking control o the situation. He didn’t’ mind the feel of harry’s molars as he pushed into the man’s small mouth. Hagrid put his own hadnd over Harry’s and showed him the amount of pressure that would pull him over the edge.
The first spurt wnet into Harry’s mouth, but then Hagrid pulled out to gifve Harry his primised shower—Hot and wet and pentful. And the image of Harry’s face, hair, shirt dripping with come was an image that could keep Hagrid warm for months.
Despite being thirty, Harry looked so young sitting at Hagrid’s feet. “Come on up, you. Let’s have a cuddle by the fire for a bit, yeah?”
Harry crawled into Hagrid’s lap, tucking his head under Hagrid’s chin. “Did you like it, then?” Harry asked.
“’Course I did,” Hagrid said. “It looks like you did, too.” He gestrued at the tenting of Harry’s jeans.
“Yeah,” Harry replied, “Honestly, I think if you just held it for a moment and called me a good boy, I could come from that.”
“those the magic words?” Hagrid ribbed him.
Harry buried his face in Hagrid’s chest. “Yes,” he said, “Though I suppose I should admit that you heve heen the image of magic to me since I was eleven.”
So Hagrid delicately opened Harry’s denim trousers and held his hard cock. “You’re such a good boy, Harry,” he said just as he squeezed and pulled a little. AndHarry spurted into Hagrid’s hand, just like that. They both fell asleep, cuddling by the fire.
In the morning they’d go off into the Forbidden Forest to find a bowtruckle-laden tree with a branch the circumference of Hagrid’s dick and some twigs long enough to reach from his pecs to his crown. But for tonight, they’d cuddle by the fire and rest.
And if they didn’t bathe for three days, they’d certianly smell more of sex than fish. Then again, Harry was hardly a guest.
Author:
songquakeI am of legal drinking age in my region: YEP. Like, my drinking age is well past drinking age. And a good thing. Too.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: HP: Hagrid, Harry, not clear if they’re going to bget it on—Hagrid’s SOOOOOO big! YES. Smut achieved: Hagrid/Harry.
Challenge/Prompts used: Crossing them off as I finish:
Hagrid
Summary: Fulfilling some Hagrid fanttases. Mabye some Harry fantasies too?
Rating/Warnings: explicit-ish, also maybe Harry’s a size queen?
Word count: 2284
Author's Notes (if any): I feel like this might be my best smut idea in a while. Also my descriptions arent awful? Even though I forgot what I was doing midway through. This is actually not a terrible story maybe.
Thanks so much to the mods for continuing the tradition of FWF! I’m so glad to be here with all of you!
The snow in Scotland was no joike—and ice had been forming during the days as the snow atop Hagrid’s thatched roof melted and refroze on its way down. (And as I write this in a word file and try to strike things off, I remember that I need to just put the html coding in—and that the coding that makes a strikethrough in gdocs doesn’t work in MS Word).
So. Let’s start over, because I think this actually cold be a good beginning to a story.
The snow in Scotland was thick, heavy, deep. Like an arsehole, except so very cold. Ice had been forming as the roof of Hagrid’s hut was heated from above by the sun and from below by the warm fire he kept goding—perfect for cuddles with Fang or with a lover—if he only had a lover…
Alas.
But this new year, before the children came back from their Christmas holiday, Hagrid was going to use these thick snowdrifts around to help him realize a dream. No not that kind of a dream
The truth was, Hagrid had always been disappointed that he didn’t have the ppportunity to play Quidditch He’d like being a Chaser, sure enough (like the single-malt-whiskey chasers he had after he drank a keg of beer—the beer before liquor rhyme didn’t apply to half-giants, after all). He’d like being chaser best because it dowsn;t require pretending to squash godlen Snidget or tryikng to maim one’s opponents. But on the Giant Quidditch team, he suspected he’d be the smillest and lithest, and mad eto be Seeker.
But there was alos the problem of Giants didn’t have the skill to make flying brooms and that most wizards wouln’t bother tring to accommoddate his size (anywhere, heh). Oh, how Hagrid longed to fly. Despite im being able to sweet talk the graliest Hippogryff, none of them would allow him to ride because he as too damn big. But he’d love to fly a broom.
This was what the plan for the winter break was, then: Harry Potter, hobbyist broomcrafter, would ocme and build and enchat a a broom for Hagrid. Harry had already agreed, though he did seem a bit blush-y about it. But today was the day@ And Hagrid was excited to see how Harry made a broom andthen taught him how to fly, with the deep snowdrifts ready to catch Hagrid if he fell.
And there was Harry, trudging up the path towards Hagrid’s hut, a turck filled with what Hagrid assumed would be the materials for makign a brum trailign behind him.
“Hullo, Hagrid!” Harry said cheerfully. Waving, even.
“Harry! Thanks fer comin’!” Hagrid said. “Come up here, give yer ol Hagrid a hug, and we’ll get ye warmed up before we start talkin’ brooms.”
“Er, yeah,” said Harry. He was still rather pink, but that might have been the cold and the exertion from walking form Hogsmeade. Though Hagrid wasn’t quite sure why Harry wouldn’t have just flown from Hogsmeade. Hagrid grabbed Harry by the arm and drew him into a brief hug, patting him on the back. He heard Harry grunt as Habrid’s larer than lfe hadnds knocked the breath out of him
“Sorry, Harry, I forgot my won strength, “ Hagrid said. It was a frequent sort of apology,to be honest.
Not that Hagrid was less than honest most of the time. He really wasn’t good at hiding in general, and lying was just a lot of hiding, wasn’t it?
In any event, Harry hugged him back, giving Hagrid a couple pf thumps on the rup, which was about s far as Harry could reach. Maybe not even the rump, but the hip. Htat osunds more like it. Because there’s no way arry’s arms reach aroudn Hagrid.
“Why don’t we head inside?” Hagrid suggested. “Have some cocoa or something stronger, eh?”
“A hot toddy wouldn’t go amiss,” Harry said, “except make it wizard-strength, not Hagrid-strenght, yeah/”
“One HARRY-strength hot toddy coming up. You feelin’ off, mate?”
“Er, no… Just awkward. You know, you’ve been like a favored avuncluar older brother type, and I feel awkward about what we’l need to be doing this afternoon.” Harry took a dep breath. “But I realy do want to do this, I want to help make your dreams come true. You deserve all the joy, Hagrid. Flyikng feels so happy and freedom-like to me, so I want to help you have some of that, too.”
Hagrid wrinkled his brow. “I don’t see how’s making a broom will be really awkward, Harry.”
Harry took anotehr deep breath.
“How much do you know of broom-crafting, Hagrid?”
The trudtha was that Hagrid didn’t’ really know much at all. He assumed that the brooms the students used were made of wood hat was both light and sturdy,and that took charms well. Probably similar to a lot of wand-wood. But beyond those speculations, he really didn’t know much beyond that the broom eneeded to support a seat and stirrups and be reasonably aerodynamic. And of course the wood had to be greeable to magic. But Hagrid happened to think MOS wood is agreeable to magic if ir were given enoug hmagical love.
(If Hagrid’s mind were the type to make sexual innuendos, he would have had a field day with that last paragraph. Just saying.)
Harry crouched by the fire in agrid’s hut, waring his hadns. After a few minutes he stood and walked over to where Hagrid was making gtea by the hob.
“Thanks for working on the hot toddy, mate,” he said. Is there anything I can help with?”
“Sure, Harry, Why don’t you get some biscuits out of thie tin over there? Minerva sent them with me when I left supper last night—she thought you might like them.”
Harry silently gave thanks for Minerva and her understanidng of social dynamics.
And his teeth. He grabbed the tin, opened it and reached past Hagrid for a plate.
In a few moments, the two were sat by the fire, very large and squashy chairs facing each other.
“So Harry, why don’t ye tell me about this broom-criftig, anw why it has e worked up?” Hagrid asked.
Harry dipped his gigner-nut biscuit into the hot toddy as he found his owrds. “Well, you see, for wizardds, there’s only so much variation in size os they make a bunch of standard sizes and wizards and wtitches can try out the broms tofind the best fit.” Hagrid nodded. ‘But the proportions…they aren’t just based on height.” Harry closed his eyes for a moment then. He took a long sip of his hot toddy (which was poured heavily with Firewhiskey, because Hagrid and also FWF).
Gathering his Dutch courage, Harry looked at Hagrid. “The measurements for a custom broom include, height to shoulders, height from nipples to the top of your head, and the girth of your cock.”
Now Hagrid was blushing too. “Oh,” he said.
And started to strip off.
Harry choked a bit on his tea. Which was mostly Firewheisky. “Now? You want me to measure you now?”
“No time like the preseent, good lad,” Hagrid said. He wasn’t ashamed of how he looked in the buff. He stripped himself bare so anything Harry neede to measure or weigh wold be there with easy access. Like a kilt. Excpet that Hagrid hadn’t been wearing a kilt but some skin torusers. I said skin because I don’t’ remember what kind of trousers he wore but aren’t leather trousers sexy? And somehow Harid has got his trousers and pats off without having to worry too much about his boots.
When Hagrid stood before him stripped bare, Harry swallowed around the dryness an the lump in his throat. “Right,” he said. First the measurement for the long handle of the broom” Harry pulled a measuring tape from is trunk. He levitated the end first to the top of Hagrid’s shoulder, then asked for Hagrid to raise his dominant hand. Harry measured from the opposite nipple to the top of Hagrid’s head. Then Harry stopped.
“Er,” Harry said. “I’ll need to measure around your erect cock, sorry.” He looked briefly at the thatched ceiling. “would you like some help with it?” because it only seemed polite. Also, Harry had been curious for YEARS.
And for thse same years, Hgrid hasd been in rather a dry spell. Madam Maxime had been a fun romp, but had less of a sense of adventure than Hagrid. And yet, since their time together, he’d had very few adventures at all.
“Go ahead,” he said griffuly.
Harry stood and stepped over to Hagrid, stroking his hands up the outside of Hagrid’s thighs, then flanks. “You mgiht want to sit, yeah/” he suggested.
When Hagrid sat, Harry gravefully dropped to his knees. He ran his hadns from Hagrid’s ankles up the outside of his legs to his knees and then pushed those knees apart. “Good?” Asked Harry.
“Yeah,” Hagrid grunted.
Harry felt the hair on Hagrid’s legs—softer than he’d have thought, softer than his own. He saw Hagrid’s cocl was starting to fatten. “Do you like thus?” He asked. “Should I do something more?”
“Just,” Hagrid grunted, “whatver comes natural, Harry. I’ll let you know when I’m close.”
“Good,” said Harry. “Because yeah, I need to measure the base of your cock when it’s fattest. But then you could come all over me.” His voice was a little breathy as he said that.
Hagrid groaned. It did sound like Harry would like being come all over. “I like my dick wet,” he confessed.
Harry met his eyes and smirked. “That could be arranged.” He licked his lips then leant forward. Again, he was surprised by Hagrid’s softness—the sponginess of his cock as it swelled more and more as he licked at the tip. He whspiered a spell to get some lube betweenhis hand and Hagrid’s cock and pumped slowly. “C’mon, Hagrid, get really hard for me. You know you want to.” And Hrry sucked as much of Hagrid’s cock into his mouth as he could. It wasn’t much; Hagrid was so thick that Harry had to unhinge his jaw just to get the first couple of inches in. He swallowed and breahted through his nose, trying oto force himself farther down the long, thick shaft.
“Good lad,” Hagrid gasped. “You keep doing that, and you can play eiwh my balls a bit, if you like.”
Harry liked. He liked so much that soon Hagrid grabbed harry by the hair and pulled him off. “You’d better get that measurement now,” he said.
Harry looked at him, eyes wide and streaming from the exertion of trying to swallow half-giant cock. “I bet when you come, it’ll be like I’m showering in it,” he said.
“Yeah? Would you like to take a shower in my jizz?” Hagrid asked, feeling indulgent but also rather chuffed.
“Yeah,” Harry said. He leaned down and gave a quick suckle. “Let’s measure this,” he said. He measured the length, the circumference right by Hagrid’s balls, and the diameter at the frenulum. “That’ll be a ncie sized bracne to get you,” Harry said. “IT’s too bd none of the measurements require I weigh antyhing Yor cck felt so heavy on my tongue, I ownder how big it really is,”
“Big enough to satisfy a size queen like you, I bet,” Hargrid said, using language he hadn’t tried with another person since the 1970;s.
“I bet,”Harry said huskily. He went down on Hagrid’s cock again, pumping it and opening up his mouth and throat to take whateve rhe could. With his free hand, he put Hagrid’s hand around his skull.
Hagrid growled and started pumping his hips—little pumps, but still taking control o the situation. He didn’t’ mind the feel of harry’s molars as he pushed into the man’s small mouth. Hagrid put his own hadnd over Harry’s and showed him the amount of pressure that would pull him over the edge.
The first spurt wnet into Harry’s mouth, but then Hagrid pulled out to gifve Harry his primised shower—Hot and wet and pentful. And the image of Harry’s face, hair, shirt dripping with come was an image that could keep Hagrid warm for months.
Despite being thirty, Harry looked so young sitting at Hagrid’s feet. “Come on up, you. Let’s have a cuddle by the fire for a bit, yeah?”
Harry crawled into Hagrid’s lap, tucking his head under Hagrid’s chin. “Did you like it, then?” Harry asked.
“’Course I did,” Hagrid said. “It looks like you did, too.” He gestrued at the tenting of Harry’s jeans.
“Yeah,” Harry replied, “Honestly, I think if you just held it for a moment and called me a good boy, I could come from that.”
“those the magic words?” Hagrid ribbed him.
Harry buried his face in Hagrid’s chest. “Yes,” he said, “Though I suppose I should admit that you heve heen the image of magic to me since I was eleven.”
So Hagrid delicately opened Harry’s denim trousers and held his hard cock. “You’re such a good boy, Harry,” he said just as he squeezed and pulled a little. AndHarry spurted into Hagrid’s hand, just like that. They both fell asleep, cuddling by the fire.
In the morning they’d go off into the Forbidden Forest to find a bowtruckle-laden tree with a branch the circumference of Hagrid’s dick and some twigs long enough to reach from his pecs to his crown. But for tonight, they’d cuddle by the fire and rest.
And if they didn’t bathe for three days, they’d certianly smell more of sex than fish. Then again, Harry was hardly a guest.
heeee
Date: 2023-01-23 05:53 pm (UTC)Bless Firewhiskey similes.
Yes, just to seem polite, Harry.
This was a delight!
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Date: 2023-01-23 07:23 pm (UTC)But Hagrid happened to think MOS wood is agreeable to magic if ir were given enoug hmagical love
That made me snort laughing!
I love how it escalated from Harry needing to measure the girth of Hagrid's cock to the girth of his erect cock to “Because yeah, I need to measure the base of your cock when it’s fattest. But then you could come all over me.” asldkjagh! That was hot! As was the, uh, amount of come? And Hagrid holding Harry's cock and telling him he's a good boy? Good stuff, MA!
I totally enjoyed this! :D
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Date: 2023-01-23 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-24 04:37 pm (UTC)Anyway. Anyway, weirdly hot Hagrid porn. Why did you do this to me? Although also delightful bits like
And oh bugger, it won’t quote, but the bit about if Hagrid’s mind was the sort to make sexual innuendos etc…
Great fic.
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Date: 2023-01-26 10:49 pm (UTC)And this -- “Honestly, I think if you just held it for a moment and called me a good boy, I could come from that.” I died. freaking dead. I did not think I'd ever actually be into Hagrid porn but you've convinced me!!
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Date: 2023-01-27 12:34 am (UTC)I never considered Hagrid!porn to be particularly hot before, but this fic has a lot of hot-like-a-hot-thing.
<3 for this: And of course the wood had to be greeable to magic. But Hagrid happened to think MOS wood is agreeable to magic if ir were given enoug hmagical love. (If Hagrid’s mind were the type to make sexual innuendos, he would have had a field day with that last paragraph. Just saying.) And <3 for this: “Honestly, I think if you just held it for a moment and called me a good boy, I could come from that.”
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Date: 2023-01-27 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-27 05:27 pm (UTC)This simple typo in your second opening somehow worked for me as excellently as all that was hot later on. I found your Hagrid characterisation very IC and adorable, and I did start to doubt that Harry truly needed those measurements – but then the beautiful second last chapter convinced me again, and I loved the way the final prompts closed the story.