Warning: Lime-ish. Riddick/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Riddick.
Summary: Tender moments between lovers.
Notes: This is after Pitch Black, when they're escaping on the spaceship. Harry is 19, after the war.
Word Count: 415 (only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge, Date: Wednesday, September 22nd, 2009
Large, calloused hands slid down a pale, slim form. Pressing, touching, taking. Soft panting filled the comfortable silence as lazy emerald eyes gazed up at his lover.
Uncharacteristically tender, Riddick lowered his head to press an equally uncharacteristically gentle kiss to his younger lover's mouth, hands sliding down the fabric of his boxers and gripping him tenderly, giving enough pressure to cause such intense pleasure to his little kitten he arched with a cry of his name.
Moving up and shedding his own clothes, Riddick grinned at the delicious sight his little lover made, sprawled out and panting as he took him, arching and writhing with each wave after wave of pleasure.
Hours later, when Harry lay asleep on his chest, Riddick smiled an uncharacteristically tender smile and kissed the crown of Harry's head, smirking when Harry mumbled his name and pressed into him more.
Snarling, Riddick glared at the bitch that had taken his lover and now told him if he wanted him back he would have to kill for him. She smirked, unaware that she was the one he would kill as she placed her filthy hands on his kitten.
Moments later, with six dead bodies on the ground and his lover held tenderly in his arms, Riddick swore he would kill Antonia Chillingsworth if it killed him.
No one touched what was his.
Laying on their flimsy bed together--the smaller on top of the larger—large, calloused hands slid through silky raven hair almost tenderly as his lover slept.
Antonia lay dead in front of them, but neither male would pull away for each other's mouths long enough to care or appreciate their freedom.
Pale hands—almost delicate compared to the other's—slid up and down a muscled chest desperately as larger hands slid through his hair, tenderly and gently pulling their mouths together before one slid down to cup his ass softly.
Grinning, Riddick finally pulled away so he could send the dead body of Antonia a smug look before he was pulled into another kiss by his lover.
Lifting him gently, Riddick carried his kitten to the room he knew to be Antonia's.
They had some activities to catch up on.
Panting, Harry sleepily watched as his lover rubbed circles against his bare hips, his hold uncharacteristically tender as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck, nipping harder and harder as he slid down the pale skin and smirking with each whimper.