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dysonrules) wrote2008-12-29 08:34 pm
dysonrules) wrote2008-12-29 08:34 pm
Christmas Drabbles Part Twenty Two
What, you didn't think it was finished, did you? This has been a day of extreme fucking fuckishness, so I'm retaliating with happy happy schmoopy LURVE. (Don't say that too loud, though, because they don't know yet.)
Harry’s arse was cold, but the rest of him was warm and he felt far too languid to move. The body beneath his shifted slightly and he asked, “Am I crushing you?”
“No,” Draco said.
Harry smiled at the single word, but he suspected Draco lied. He pushed himself up and grimaced at the stickiness between them. Draco took care of it with a quickly whispered Charm that left Harry breathless for a moment. He smoothed a hand over his clean abdomen and grinned.
“Are you leaving?” Draco asked when Harry sat back on the couch, feeling slightly self-conscious about his nudity, but unable to stop himself from ogling the reclining blond. Draco held his wand loosely in one hand while the other trailed along the top of the couch in a random pattern. Harry suddenly wanted those fingers to slide over his skin, but Malfoy’s question startled him from that line of thought.
Harry frowned. “Do you want me to?” he asked, suddenly nervous. Had he pushed too hard? Had he asked Malfoy for more than he was willing to give? He mentally kicked himself for using the word relationship so soon, especially when he had barely entertained the notion himself.
Draco sat up suddenly. “If you want to,” he said quickly.
They sat next to each other, suddenly awkward. Harry’s eyes studied Draco’s profile. His platinum eyes were fixed on the tree and Harry saw a light blush tinting his cheeks. His blond hair was tousled and a strand of it was caught on Draco’s impossibly long lashes. It twitched when he blinked and Harry instinctively reached out and brushed it aside, allowing his knuckles to trail over Draco’s forehead and down the side of his cheek.
“I definitely don’t want to leave,” Harry said thickly and Draco’s eyes snapped to his in surprise. Harry groaned and curled his hand around Draco’s neck to pull him into a greedy kiss. Bloody hell, he was already getting hard again.
Draco’s arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. They kissed until they both gasped for air and then Draco asked, “Bedroom?”
“Absolutely,” Harry said. He fumbled for his robe and pulled out his wand before reaching for his clothes.
“You won’t need those,” Draco said in a seductive tone. Harry grinned at him and followed Draco’s nude form as he returned to the foyer and ascended the stairs. Harry could not resist reaching out and caressing the curves of Draco’s arse it moved in front of him.
“Hey, Draco, how many times have you told me to kiss your arse?”
The blond tossed a saucy smirk over his shoulder. “Too many to count. Why?”
“You’re about to get your wish.” Harry tackled him at the top of the stairs, sending Draco sprawling on hands and knees over the thick carpet with a yelp. Before he could protest, Harry began to press soft kisses all over his pale arse cheeks, dipping tantalizingly close to Draco’s crack and swiping his tongue over sensitive areas.
“Potter, fuck,” he said in a breathy tone.
“Okay,” Harry replied agreeably. He got to his feet and helped Draco stand, glad to see that the Slytherin’s cock was now as hard as Harry’s.
“Bedroom. NOW,” Draco demanded and pointed down the hall.
Harry did not need further urging. He trotted down the indicated hallway and cheerfully called, “Hi, Severus,” as he passed, somewhat surprised that the former Potion’s Master had returned so soon.
Draco fairly collapsed on Harry when they entered the huge bedroom at the end of the hall. “Did you see his face?”
Harry laughed with him as they both fell onto the bed.
Part Twenty Three
Part One
Harry’s arse was cold, but the rest of him was warm and he felt far too languid to move. The body beneath his shifted slightly and he asked, “Am I crushing you?”
“No,” Draco said.
Harry smiled at the single word, but he suspected Draco lied. He pushed himself up and grimaced at the stickiness between them. Draco took care of it with a quickly whispered Charm that left Harry breathless for a moment. He smoothed a hand over his clean abdomen and grinned.
“Are you leaving?” Draco asked when Harry sat back on the couch, feeling slightly self-conscious about his nudity, but unable to stop himself from ogling the reclining blond. Draco held his wand loosely in one hand while the other trailed along the top of the couch in a random pattern. Harry suddenly wanted those fingers to slide over his skin, but Malfoy’s question startled him from that line of thought.
Harry frowned. “Do you want me to?” he asked, suddenly nervous. Had he pushed too hard? Had he asked Malfoy for more than he was willing to give? He mentally kicked himself for using the word relationship so soon, especially when he had barely entertained the notion himself.
Draco sat up suddenly. “If you want to,” he said quickly.
They sat next to each other, suddenly awkward. Harry’s eyes studied Draco’s profile. His platinum eyes were fixed on the tree and Harry saw a light blush tinting his cheeks. His blond hair was tousled and a strand of it was caught on Draco’s impossibly long lashes. It twitched when he blinked and Harry instinctively reached out and brushed it aside, allowing his knuckles to trail over Draco’s forehead and down the side of his cheek.
“I definitely don’t want to leave,” Harry said thickly and Draco’s eyes snapped to his in surprise. Harry groaned and curled his hand around Draco’s neck to pull him into a greedy kiss. Bloody hell, he was already getting hard again.
Draco’s arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. They kissed until they both gasped for air and then Draco asked, “Bedroom?”
“Absolutely,” Harry said. He fumbled for his robe and pulled out his wand before reaching for his clothes.
“You won’t need those,” Draco said in a seductive tone. Harry grinned at him and followed Draco’s nude form as he returned to the foyer and ascended the stairs. Harry could not resist reaching out and caressing the curves of Draco’s arse it moved in front of him.
“Hey, Draco, how many times have you told me to kiss your arse?”
The blond tossed a saucy smirk over his shoulder. “Too many to count. Why?”
“You’re about to get your wish.” Harry tackled him at the top of the stairs, sending Draco sprawling on hands and knees over the thick carpet with a yelp. Before he could protest, Harry began to press soft kisses all over his pale arse cheeks, dipping tantalizingly close to Draco’s crack and swiping his tongue over sensitive areas.
“Potter, fuck,” he said in a breathy tone.
“Okay,” Harry replied agreeably. He got to his feet and helped Draco stand, glad to see that the Slytherin’s cock was now as hard as Harry’s.
“Bedroom. NOW,” Draco demanded and pointed down the hall.
Harry did not need further urging. He trotted down the indicated hallway and cheerfully called, “Hi, Severus,” as he passed, somewhat surprised that the former Potion’s Master had returned so soon.
Draco fairly collapsed on Harry when they entered the huge bedroom at the end of the hall. “Did you see his face?”
Harry laughed with him as they both fell onto the bed.
Part Twenty Three
Part One