hhanon | What? They've acted in OTHER things?!

So, you may be aware that some cast members of HH have acted in other things. Give their profession, this is understandable.

This post is for those who would like to prompt/fic about the other things the guys/girls have been in, without mixing it up with HH-related/non-crossover fic on the other posts.

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The moment that he walks into his bedroom he immediately drops his gun (it clatters under the dresser, he can get it later), unhinges his jaw and halts in a manner reminiscent of a man who has just been smacked in the face with a dead haddock.

“Oh,” Chris says lazily from the bed, trailing her fingers up her inner thigh, “you’re back.”

…Is he?

Maybe, possibly, probably – he just finds it rather hard to process such things at the moment what with Chris naked on his bed with her brown hair fuzzed out around her shoulders and one hand delicately pinching a nipple and the other slowly clambering up and up her thigh until-

He makes a noise, probably not a sensible noise, the moment those fingers dip past curls and into her. Takes a swift step forwards with his hands already fiddling with his tie and his cock already growing hard and his feet already preparing to trip over each other (and he knows that he should probably be nervous, terribly nervous, about whatever Chris has planned. But nudity is a very powerful motivator and he’s hardly going to protest against that)-

“Tim” …And he’s forced to halt, as she props herself up on the bed with one elbow and glares, “no.”

…Oh.

“No?” He’s forced to ask, hands obediently frozen on his tie for he always has been rather too obedient to society and often wonders why Chris latched onto him in the first place, actually.

“No” …Being easily suggestible was probably one redeeming reason, as she allows her elbow to slip out from underneath her and flops comfortably back on the covers, “just watch for the moment, alright?”

“…But-“ he’s also forced to start, helplessly staring her breasts as they shift and helplessly tilting his head at that little twist of her wrist that draws such a breathy sigh from her-

“Watch.”

And…

Well.

He’s also forced to be obedient yet again – digging his nails into his palms and breathing hotly through his nose as he watches her work.

…And that could’ve sounded better.

But also could’ve sounded worse and she is actually brilliant: so good that he would be captivated even if they weren’t dating (or sort of dating, considering that they do no actual dating type things besides having wild and often inappropriate sex at every opportunity), even if they didn’t have so many years of friendship and so many months of more behind them. Every little arch of her hips makes his breath choke in his throat, every tiny twitch of her fingers makes his eyes flutter briefly shut, every moan that she gives makes him harder and harder to the point where he would almost consider begging for relief.

…Best not to mention that, since she’d only look remarkably fascinated and suggest that they try it.

But, at the moment, he is adoring enough to disregard even that bit of sensible advice – to just watch her, arching and glorious on the bed, and know that he’d probably do absolutely anything for her, probably throw himself into a thousand inappropriate and highly worrying situations just to get her love.

…Her-

Okay: soppy, sloppy and entirely inappropriate in a way that isn’t even puzzlingly fun. For Chris’ hips are arching faster and faster on the bed, and her fingers are twitching harder and harder, and she’s starting to mewl at the top of her lungs in a way that simultaneously manages to turn his legs into jelly and his cock into the hardest thing that has ever existed on the planet (although that makes it sound like a diamond - which is just worrying, really).

He finds himself stepping forwards, slowly and helplessly, reaching out a hand that really wants to meddle in certain affairs-

“Tim” …And immediately halts, obedient yet again.

Though, at that point, maybe it was less of a command and more of a cry - as Chris’ fingers finally dip and her thrusts speed up for a long moment before she slumps back into the bed with a sigh so blissful that it’d be entirely unsuitable for public consumption.

…Well, if it wasn’t Chris.

He takes another step towards the bed, cautious despite her blissed out state.

Another, when she doesn’t protest.

Another, so that his knees are bumping against the mattress and he’s almost close enough to reach out and slip his finger over one of those nipples…

And he has only a moment, a rather sudden moment, to reflect on how she cries his name even when he’s nowhere near before he’s dragged down onto the bed – air huffing out of his lungs and eyes blinking as she rolls them and braces her hands upon his chest.

Her eyes are wicked as they look down, “Your turn, Timmy.”

…Which apparently involves sliding his trousers off, his only nice pair of trousers that have been bored in meetings (well, not the trousers themselves – but the meetings were very boring and so he might be transferring his emotions onto random inanimate objects now) all day, and then his underpants and then arching nakedly on the bed as she swiftly moves his hand to his cock.

“I assume that you’ve done this before?” She smiles brightly when he stares up at her, and he thinks that it’s a deserved stare considering the things that she’s unfairly implying- “before you had me, of course.”

…The things that she’s unfairly saying.

But, then, that’s Chris – and if he couldn’t dismiss that with a brief sigh then he shouldn’t be half naked on this bed (with her naked breasts invitingly above him) at all.

“I’ve done it before,” he says wearily, before she can launch into a long rant detailing all his opportunities over the past few years.

“How many times?”

He simply glares up at her, his hand shifting on his cock to find the perfect position as he attempts to say everything with his eyes like those very, very skilled people do.

…He is not a very skilled person.

He would, in fact, lay bets on him not even being a moderately skilled person as she only gives her most innocent smile and slides back off the bed, “go on, then.”

…And he should really stop being so obedient.

But, after forty odd years of life, he understands that that is never going to happen. And so simply sighs, taking a firm hold in that perfect position and beginning to pump - faster and faster up his already (almost) painfully hard cock.

…And she might’ve been right about the many times, yes, as it takes him an embarrassingly short amount of time to pick up that old rhythm from years (almost a year) ago.

But he finds himself caring less as he swiftly settles back into that sweeping motion that used to satisfy him through all the cold nights when he found himself not so mysteriously repulsive to most other people. That sweeping, pumping motion that goes down from his head to his tight balls and goes up again in much the same way. That sweeping, pumping, glorious motion that has him hissing his own groans out through his teeth as he flickers over that sensitive spot…

And, well, he got used enough to this over the years to know that you savour a sensitive spot when you find it – for you might not get that much action in your life ever again.

He returns to it quickly, swiftly brushes his thumb over it again and again and again - builds up a heady sweat just with a few little twitches, feels his limbs shaking within just a few minutes, feels his groans actually making their way to air as he pumps and pumps and pumps.

And it is indulgent, as he tilts his head back against the pillows and keeps huffing out air. And it is brilliant, as he briefly closes his eyes before forcing them to spring open again at a particularly pleasant brush. And it is amazing, as he lazily tilts his head to the side to take in the rest of the room before he comes in a probably mild (he doesn’t have that much faith in himself) way.

…And, truth be told, it is absolutely-

Ah!

-Sudden, embarrassingly sudden, when he sees Chris watching him with almost captivated eyes and comes. So fast and hard that he only sees white for a few moments and may lose all knowledge of place and even has a hard time remembering his name if he’s going to be completely honest.

…Whoa.

Whoa.

And, as he slowly comes back and blinks a fair few times, he immediately finds himself being snatched up into a wonderfully deep kiss. One that isn’t even hindered by her hair falling into their faces or the both of them almost tumbling off the bed when she gets a bit carried away.

…Well.

Whoa, again.

I don't know how you manage it, but that was very hot.

Thank you! <33

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