Homemade Surround Sound No Receiver

[Harry Potter] Look but don't touch

Title: Look but do not touch.
Author: miss_hale.
Beta: weasleygirl89
Fandom: Harry Potter .
Characters: George Weasley, Pansy Parkinson.
Rating: R.
Warning: PWP.
Word Count: 275 (Word)
Notes: written for the Third P0rn Fest @ fanfic_italia : Harry Potter, George / Pansy, handcuffs .
Disclaimer: the characters mentioned do not belong to me but to JK Rowling, who holds all copyright. The title is taken from Leather and Lace Britney Spears.
Introduction: Pansy's fingers touch the cold metal with irritating slowness that surrounds the wrist and the girl sees George satisfied smile.

LOOK BUT DO NOT TOUCH

Pansy's fingers slowly touching almost irritating the cold metal that encircles the wrist and George sees the girl satisfied smile.
"You know, Weasley , I did not think that this tool Muggle could go so useful." Comment, letting slip his hands on the boy's belly. He leans forward slightly, so that little his mouth is a whisker away from that of George, without taking off that smirk from his lips.
" Toglimele ." He whispered hoarsely, raising his chin looking for a kiss, but Pansy retracts, chuckling.
"We do not think so." Replica, getting up and better position themselves on him to accept it within himself. George holds his breath for just a few seconds and closes his eyes.
"Pansy, take-" With a firm movement of the pelvis Pansy truncates the bud every attempt of protest and his voice choked off in a moan, as his hands instinctively seek the girl's body, but the handcuffs and prevent him George finds himself sighing, sinking his head between the cushions.
Pansy biting her lip and moves more decisively above him, the clink of the handcuffs against the headboard and their sighs the only sounds in the room, and at last look the lips of George, giving him a kiss, stifling their cries.
It 's only when you drop by his side, exhausted, stretching his hands on the table to find the small key e finalmente gli libera i polsi. George se li massaggia piano, lanciandole un’occhiataccia.
“Questa me la paghi.” Le sussurra, cercando di farla suonare almeno vagamente come una minaccia, ma viene tradito dal mezzo sorriso stampato sulle sue labbra.