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Challenges at the bottom.

Warning for Sexual content.

Word Count - 463

A Marvellous Plan

"Guess what, I didn't kill anyone today," Harry said, hanging his cloak up.

George looked up, quirking his eyebrow. "What do you want, a medal?"

Nodding, Harry slumped into the seat beside his husband. "I deserve a gold medal after the day I've had."

George wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder, pulling him back against his chest. "Have the baby Auror's been annoying you again, babe," he murmured into Harry's skin, before he pressed soft kisses up his neck.

"Hmm," Harry replied, the tenseness in his back and shoulders evaporating under the talented fingers. "This year's batch are useless."

"You'll whip them into shape, baby," George replied quietly in encouragement. "I missed you today."

"You miss me everyday," Harry replied, the last word stretching on a moan.

"Divesto," George murmured, smirking into Harry's neck when he yelped at his unexpected nakedness. "Nifty little spell, that one."

Harry squirmed under George's hands as they roamed his body, the touch light enough to tickle.

"You feel sublime, Harry," George murmured, his voice husky with repressed want. "And you're all mine."

Harry nodded, thrusting against George's hand as he brushed over his erection. "George," he moaned. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me," Harry demanded, pressing back against his husband.

"But I am touching you," he replied cheekily.

"You're a teasing bastard," Harry complained, turning around so they were facing each other. He made quick work of George's shirt by hand, and, groaning, grabbed his wand off the table and banished the rest of George's clothing.

"Merlin, you're fine," he murmured, sitting back on his heels to take in the vision his naked husband made.

The passion in his voice brought a fierce look of passion to George's eyes, and Harry found himself being lifted and carried from the living room to their bedroom. George tossed him none too gently onto the bed, following on behind him.

He claimed Harry's lips in a passionate kiss as he lay over him, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as they always did. He frotted lightly, pulling moans and dissatisfied whimpers from Harry as the younger man tried to pull him down harder.

Sweat made the slide easier, and when he could no longer resist, George thrusted harder, their erections rubbing together with a delicious friction.

Harry was the first to succumb to orgasm, and George followed him closely, a few thrusts behind. They lay panting on the bed.

"Feel better?" George asked, when their breathing had evened out and he'd shifted to the side, pulling Harry against him.

"Hmm?" Harry asked, sleepily.

"Do you feel better?"

Harry snuggled closer to George, tugging at the blankets. "Hmm. You always make me feel better. Nap now, dinner later."

George's eyes closed as though by command. He thought that was a marvellous plan.

Written for;

Creativity Month - HarryGeorge - 7. "Guess what, I didn't kill anyone today!" / "What do you want, a medal?"

Character Appreciation - 4. Cloak

Showtime - 8. I Can't Do It Alone - Nifty

Buttons - W4. Encouragement

Caffeine Awareness - Seville Coffee - Relaxing after a hard day.

Quilting Appreciation - HarryGeorge

Sophie's Shelf - 3. Passion, Sweat, Squirm, Thrust, Sublime, Fierce