Christmas Drabble Part Twenty Three
Jan. 1st, 2009 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesHappy New Year Everyone!!!! I was going to post some "year in review" thingy, but honestly, who cares? *snort* I know what you really want. PORN!!! So here you go:
Sex on the couch had been fabulous, but Harry much preferred Draco’s massive bed. The room itself looked almost Christmassy with varying shades of green highlighted with white and bright glints of silver. Draco’s furnishings were whitewashed oak.
He took only moments to appreciate the décor as he was rapidly distracted by Draco’s lips and hands. Foreplay was slow and immensely satisfying. They explored each other’s bodies with hands and lips and tongues.
Draco paused once, hovering over Harry, whose legs were spread wide to give Draco access. His throbbing cock ached for attention, even though Draco had been very diligent with that. Harry almost felt worshiped by Draco’s attentive actions.
“You’re actually going to let me fuck you?” Draco asked.
Harry frowned. Let him? If Draco didn’t get to it soon, Harry might actually hex him. “Of course. You let me.”
“Yes, but you’re the Savior of the World and I’m a lowly Death Eater.”
Harry touched the beautiful face above his with a glare. “I know you don’t believe that. You’re one of the few people who never put me on a bloody pedestal. We both did the best we could with the cards that were dealt us.”
Draco’s features seemed to soften. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
For answer, Harry pulled Draco into another kiss. Draco’s lovemaking was slow and sensual. He took care to ascertain Harry was not in pain—which he was, but seeing the blissful expression on Draco’s gorgeous face made him determined to withstand anything as long as it brought that much pleasure to his new lover. Once the pain subsided he quickly decided that Draco could fuck him six times a day, if he chose.
In the brilliant afterglow Harry stared into Draco’s warm silver eyes and realized he had fallen in love in one short night.
“What are you thinking about?” Draco asked.
“Trying to think of a way to ask you to marry me,” Harry replied.
Draco laughed, another sound Harry knew he would never tire of hearing. “You can’t be serious.”
“If I’m not now I soon will be, so you might give it some thought.”
Draco’s eyes went wide. “You weren’t joking about the relationship idea, either?”
“Of course I wasn’t joking. Are you willing to be my permanent, exclusive lover or not?”
“What if I’m not?”
Harry grinned. “I’ve been called stubborn.”
To his relief, Draco burst out laughing. “You mean you will continue to stalk me daily until I give in?”
“You haven’t seen stalking,” Harry assured him.
“And if I date other people?”
“I will hunt them down and hex them without mercy.”
“That doesn’t seem very Savior-like.”
“I’m willing to become the new Dark Lord if necessary.”
Draco’s smile was brilliant. “You would become the new Dark Lord for me? You would sacrifice honour and nobility and all that is good and kind?”
“Well, I’m hoping it won’t come to that, but yeah,” Harry admitted.
Draco pulled him into a bruising kiss and then whispered, “I guess I’m yours, Harry.”
Harry snuggled him close, basking in the wonder of utter contentment.
“Mine,” he said possessively.
Part One
Sex on the couch had been fabulous, but Harry much preferred Draco’s massive bed. The room itself looked almost Christmassy with varying shades of green highlighted with white and bright glints of silver. Draco’s furnishings were whitewashed oak.
He took only moments to appreciate the décor as he was rapidly distracted by Draco’s lips and hands. Foreplay was slow and immensely satisfying. They explored each other’s bodies with hands and lips and tongues.
Draco paused once, hovering over Harry, whose legs were spread wide to give Draco access. His throbbing cock ached for attention, even though Draco had been very diligent with that. Harry almost felt worshiped by Draco’s attentive actions.
“You’re actually going to let me fuck you?” Draco asked.
Harry frowned. Let him? If Draco didn’t get to it soon, Harry might actually hex him. “Of course. You let me.”
“Yes, but you’re the Savior of the World and I’m a lowly Death Eater.”
Harry touched the beautiful face above his with a glare. “I know you don’t believe that. You’re one of the few people who never put me on a bloody pedestal. We both did the best we could with the cards that were dealt us.”
Draco’s features seemed to soften. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
For answer, Harry pulled Draco into another kiss. Draco’s lovemaking was slow and sensual. He took care to ascertain Harry was not in pain—which he was, but seeing the blissful expression on Draco’s gorgeous face made him determined to withstand anything as long as it brought that much pleasure to his new lover. Once the pain subsided he quickly decided that Draco could fuck him six times a day, if he chose.
In the brilliant afterglow Harry stared into Draco’s warm silver eyes and realized he had fallen in love in one short night.
“What are you thinking about?” Draco asked.
“Trying to think of a way to ask you to marry me,” Harry replied.
Draco laughed, another sound Harry knew he would never tire of hearing. “You can’t be serious.”
“If I’m not now I soon will be, so you might give it some thought.”
Draco’s eyes went wide. “You weren’t joking about the relationship idea, either?”
“Of course I wasn’t joking. Are you willing to be my permanent, exclusive lover or not?”
“What if I’m not?”
Harry grinned. “I’ve been called stubborn.”
To his relief, Draco burst out laughing. “You mean you will continue to stalk me daily until I give in?”
“You haven’t seen stalking,” Harry assured him.
“And if I date other people?”
“I will hunt them down and hex them without mercy.”
“That doesn’t seem very Savior-like.”
“I’m willing to become the new Dark Lord if necessary.”
Draco’s smile was brilliant. “You would become the new Dark Lord for me? You would sacrifice honour and nobility and all that is good and kind?”
“Well, I’m hoping it won’t come to that, but yeah,” Harry admitted.
Draco pulled him into a bruising kiss and then whispered, “I guess I’m yours, Harry.”
Harry snuggled him close, basking in the wonder of utter contentment.
“Mine,” he said possessively.
Part One