Fic: Raw Passion HP/DM nc-17
okay, this is my first attempt at anything like this. So:
Please be nice, and as always feedback and concrit is welcomed with open arms. just remember that if I don't like it I reserve the right the boot it.
Title: Raw Passion
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M slash, NC-17, you don't like it, don't read it
Summary: Passion is defined as an intense, driving, or overpowering feeling or emotion. What would happen if you bottled up this passion for six years?
Disclaimer: don't know 'em, don't own 'em
no sqwickage...
Betas: claudia_bitu lunaedraconis winnett domsgurll madam_mew_mew
Raw passion; difficult to overcome, not easily forgotten. It was one of those things that you just couldn't and wouldn't live without unless given a plausible reason. Though no one would willingly give you one for fear of tilting the world off balance.
Draco arched up into the soft caress from the hands covering his body. Taking it in as slowly as possible; scared that it would all end too soon. It just couldn't end yet, he wasn't ready to give it up.
Moaning had become a second, or in this case third, language to them both. When Harry moaned, Draco knew that either his knee had hit the right spot or that he should definitely keep nibbling the other man’s neck. On the other hand, Draco’s moans let Harry know that he should keep slowly rocking to produce that delicious friction.
"Mmm, too much…." Draco grabbed fistfuls of Harry's shirt and tried to still the movements, struggling to control his impending release.
Harry stared at the body spread beneath him, his emerald eyes smirking at the other man's obvious distress. Leaning down, he swiped his tongue up the length of Draco's neck to his ear and nipped at the flesh below. Draco moaned louder and tilted his head to give Harry better access to the thing he desired most. "Not enough." Harry whispered into the over sensitized ear and shivers ran through Draco's body as his breath ghosted against damp skin.
A steady hand traveled up Draco's chest, underneath a sweat dampened shirt, stopping just short of a perked nipple. His breath caught in his throat and he tilted his head back even more so that sweet mouth could descend upon his pale neck. The hand slowly moved until it reached its target, twisting it between thumb and forefinger. Draco jumped at the sudden pleasure coursing through his system and increased his hold on the fabric.
"Tastes good." Harry exhaled and nipped at Draco’s jaw, his tongue slowly roaming to the smooth chest. Draco’s shirt, already bunched over his chest, continued to slide up his torso, directed by sure hands. "Sit up," Harry commanded
Draco did as requested, laughing as Harry pulled the offending garment over his head. As soon as it was out of the way though, his laughter subsided and was replaced by a needy groan as Harry’s hands started to explore his now naked form. The rest had been discarded earlier in an activity that left them both breathless before they decided they needed more.
"I love your skin." Harry traced indefinable patterns across Draco’s torso, stopping to linger on spots that made him jump. Compliments were scarce between the two, only escaping at times such as these. Truth be told, Draco wouldn’t mind if they were uttered more often, he felt he didn’t receive as much as he deserved.
A noise slipped through the thick, drawn curtain; like a rustle of cloth and they both stalled their passion, breath held, to make sure the source didn’t come any closer. "You did put up the wards right?" Draco asked, looking at Harry for confirmation. Harry chuckled and tapped Draco’s chin to direct his attention back to his face. With a slight nod he leaned down to trap Draco’s lips in a searing kiss. Harry’s lips were chapped from too much time spent with cool air rushing past him on the Quiditch pitch. Though, not as bad as before due to recent over use. Draco opened his mouth to Harry’s searching tongue and groaned as he took his time rediscovering every inch of it. The feel of his teeth, the top of his mouth, and finally the smoothness of his tongue.
During all of this clever hands reached between their bodies and slowly wrapped around Draco’s dick.
"Harry," Draco gasped Harry’s name as he started to build a rhythm. A ripple of desire coursed through his body and instantly he realized that the other man was far too clothed for his likings. "Stop," He moaned into the dark room pushing Harry away.
Harry reluctantly pulled his hands away from Draco, a groan of annoyance slipping from his lips. The blond momentarily stifled his need to strip Harry down. After tugging on his shirt Harry finally got the hint and sat up to pull it over his head, at the same time Draco reached out towards his belt and fumbled his way through the buckle. Harry stopped the steady hands and kissed Draco’s swollen lips, pulling away to kick off his pants and boxers at the same time. "Easier that way."
"I agree."
Harry laughed and crushed their lips together again. Breaking away soon after to start his decent down Draco’s chest once more, licking around an aroused nipple. Teeth soon grazed over the hardened flesh. Draco gasped as the sensation of pleasure-pain was soon soothed by an experienced tongue. At the same time, Harry rotated his hips against Draco’s hardened member, causing even more glorious friction.
Running his hands through Harry’s hair, Draco grabbed a fistful and pulled the other face up to his own. Harry kissed the corner of Draco’s mouth as he moved to rest his hands on either side of his lover's head. Draco pulled away from the searching lips, easily flipping Harry onto his back and straddling his thighs.
Harry hissed as Draco lazily began to stroke his dick, thrusting up into up into open hands. Draco ground against Harry’s erection, picked up the speed and leaned down to thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth matching the speed of his strokes; causing him to groan repeatedly. Harry broke away from the kiss to moan Draco’s name paired with a long string of obscenities, that were unintelligible. Draco redoubled his attempts to make Harry run out of things to say and was soon granted his wish as he arched up into his hand, shuddering with a scream threatening to tear him apart; his release covering Draco’s hands, and stomach.
After his breathing returned to normal he sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco’s back, pulling him against his chest. Draco gasped as his erection rubbed against Harry’s abdomen and dropped his head on Harry’s shoulder as one hand moved down to rub small circles on Draco's lower back. "Please…" Draco begged, knowing where Harry’s hand was eventually going to land.
"Please what? What do you want me to do?" Harry purred, pulling Draco closer, pressing against his aching cock and allowing him to work his way in between the pale man’s cheeks. "Do you want me to do this?" H accented his words by rubbing one finger in slow circles around Draco’s hole.
"God yes."
"Lay back." He pulled away from Draco so he could rest against the pillows spread beneath him.
"Harry…" Draco moaned as Harry grasped his legs and slowly eased them apart. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of lube, squirting some onto his fingers he slowly started to work his way into Draco's entrance.
Pushing through the tight muscle Harry groaned as he felt Draco impulsively squeeze around him. He worked a second finger in and the sensation was almost too much to bear. But the pressure soon ceased as the fingers started to move, scissoring, stretching; enticing moans to erupt from Draco’s throat. Harry continued with his movements and looked down into Draco’s eyes, smiling as he saw the look of pure need written across the quivering man’s face, eyes dilated, lips parted. At the same time Draco shot up and cried out as Harry grazed against his prostate. His smile widened as he caught Draco’s trembling lips in a heated kiss.
Draco pulled away panting and began thrusting against Harry’s fingers still rubbing that sensitive spot. "Potter… oh Merlin… please…"
"What?" Harry pushed Draco back down on his back and kissed his nose.
"Fuck me," Draco gasped. Harry could no longer control himself and pulling out his fingers he grabbed his lover's legs and threw them around his waist. Quickly slathering his cock with lube, he positioned himself before his lover’s entrance and sunk himself into Draco's tight heat. "Oh God!!" The blond whimpered and grasped onto Harry’s arms; arching up against him, causing his erection to rub almost painfully against Harry.
After a few moments Harry found Draco’s core. Draco cried out and tightened his legs around Harry’s waist, creating the friction needed for his aching cock. Their rhythm sped as both drew closer to climax. With one final thrust Draco screamed out Harry’s name and tightened around the cock embedded within him, causing the raven haired man to let out a guttural groan and finally collapse on top of him.
"Holy fuck." Draco panted as Harry slowly pulled out and lay down on the bed next to him.
"I take it that was a job well done?"
"I’d give you a standing ovation but I’m afraid that I just can’t find the energy to get up right now." Draco burrowed his nose into Harry’s neck, nuzzling his hair.
They both laughed and after a quick cleansing spell they snuggled closer, letting sleep over take them. Neither one hearing the breathless, "Bloody hell" that came from the dark corner.
(X-posted pretty much everywhere)
Please be nice, and as always feedback and concrit is welcomed with open arms. just remember that if I don't like it I reserve the right the boot it.
Title: Raw Passion
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M slash, NC-17, you don't like it, don't read it
Summary: Passion is defined as an intense, driving, or overpowering feeling or emotion. What would happen if you bottled up this passion for six years?
Disclaimer: don't know 'em, don't own 'em
no sqwickage...
Betas: claudia_bitu lunaedraconis winnett domsgurll madam_mew_mew
Raw passion; difficult to overcome, not easily forgotten. It was one of those things that you just couldn't and wouldn't live without unless given a plausible reason. Though no one would willingly give you one for fear of tilting the world off balance.
Draco arched up into the soft caress from the hands covering his body. Taking it in as slowly as possible; scared that it would all end too soon. It just couldn't end yet, he wasn't ready to give it up.
Moaning had become a second, or in this case third, language to them both. When Harry moaned, Draco knew that either his knee had hit the right spot or that he should definitely keep nibbling the other man’s neck. On the other hand, Draco’s moans let Harry know that he should keep slowly rocking to produce that delicious friction.
"Mmm, too much…." Draco grabbed fistfuls of Harry's shirt and tried to still the movements, struggling to control his impending release.
Harry stared at the body spread beneath him, his emerald eyes smirking at the other man's obvious distress. Leaning down, he swiped his tongue up the length of Draco's neck to his ear and nipped at the flesh below. Draco moaned louder and tilted his head to give Harry better access to the thing he desired most. "Not enough." Harry whispered into the over sensitized ear and shivers ran through Draco's body as his breath ghosted against damp skin.
A steady hand traveled up Draco's chest, underneath a sweat dampened shirt, stopping just short of a perked nipple. His breath caught in his throat and he tilted his head back even more so that sweet mouth could descend upon his pale neck. The hand slowly moved until it reached its target, twisting it between thumb and forefinger. Draco jumped at the sudden pleasure coursing through his system and increased his hold on the fabric.
"Tastes good." Harry exhaled and nipped at Draco’s jaw, his tongue slowly roaming to the smooth chest. Draco’s shirt, already bunched over his chest, continued to slide up his torso, directed by sure hands. "Sit up," Harry commanded
Draco did as requested, laughing as Harry pulled the offending garment over his head. As soon as it was out of the way though, his laughter subsided and was replaced by a needy groan as Harry’s hands started to explore his now naked form. The rest had been discarded earlier in an activity that left them both breathless before they decided they needed more.
"I love your skin." Harry traced indefinable patterns across Draco’s torso, stopping to linger on spots that made him jump. Compliments were scarce between the two, only escaping at times such as these. Truth be told, Draco wouldn’t mind if they were uttered more often, he felt he didn’t receive as much as he deserved.
A noise slipped through the thick, drawn curtain; like a rustle of cloth and they both stalled their passion, breath held, to make sure the source didn’t come any closer. "You did put up the wards right?" Draco asked, looking at Harry for confirmation. Harry chuckled and tapped Draco’s chin to direct his attention back to his face. With a slight nod he leaned down to trap Draco’s lips in a searing kiss. Harry’s lips were chapped from too much time spent with cool air rushing past him on the Quiditch pitch. Though, not as bad as before due to recent over use. Draco opened his mouth to Harry’s searching tongue and groaned as he took his time rediscovering every inch of it. The feel of his teeth, the top of his mouth, and finally the smoothness of his tongue.
During all of this clever hands reached between their bodies and slowly wrapped around Draco’s dick.
"Harry," Draco gasped Harry’s name as he started to build a rhythm. A ripple of desire coursed through his body and instantly he realized that the other man was far too clothed for his likings. "Stop," He moaned into the dark room pushing Harry away.
Harry reluctantly pulled his hands away from Draco, a groan of annoyance slipping from his lips. The blond momentarily stifled his need to strip Harry down. After tugging on his shirt Harry finally got the hint and sat up to pull it over his head, at the same time Draco reached out towards his belt and fumbled his way through the buckle. Harry stopped the steady hands and kissed Draco’s swollen lips, pulling away to kick off his pants and boxers at the same time. "Easier that way."
"I agree."
Harry laughed and crushed their lips together again. Breaking away soon after to start his decent down Draco’s chest once more, licking around an aroused nipple. Teeth soon grazed over the hardened flesh. Draco gasped as the sensation of pleasure-pain was soon soothed by an experienced tongue. At the same time, Harry rotated his hips against Draco’s hardened member, causing even more glorious friction.
Running his hands through Harry’s hair, Draco grabbed a fistful and pulled the other face up to his own. Harry kissed the corner of Draco’s mouth as he moved to rest his hands on either side of his lover's head. Draco pulled away from the searching lips, easily flipping Harry onto his back and straddling his thighs.
Harry hissed as Draco lazily began to stroke his dick, thrusting up into up into open hands. Draco ground against Harry’s erection, picked up the speed and leaned down to thrust his tongue into Harry’s mouth matching the speed of his strokes; causing him to groan repeatedly. Harry broke away from the kiss to moan Draco’s name paired with a long string of obscenities, that were unintelligible. Draco redoubled his attempts to make Harry run out of things to say and was soon granted his wish as he arched up into his hand, shuddering with a scream threatening to tear him apart; his release covering Draco’s hands, and stomach.
After his breathing returned to normal he sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco’s back, pulling him against his chest. Draco gasped as his erection rubbed against Harry’s abdomen and dropped his head on Harry’s shoulder as one hand moved down to rub small circles on Draco's lower back. "Please…" Draco begged, knowing where Harry’s hand was eventually going to land.
"Please what? What do you want me to do?" Harry purred, pulling Draco closer, pressing against his aching cock and allowing him to work his way in between the pale man’s cheeks. "Do you want me to do this?" H accented his words by rubbing one finger in slow circles around Draco’s hole.
"God yes."
"Lay back." He pulled away from Draco so he could rest against the pillows spread beneath him.
"Harry…" Draco moaned as Harry grasped his legs and slowly eased them apart. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the tube of lube, squirting some onto his fingers he slowly started to work his way into Draco's entrance.
Pushing through the tight muscle Harry groaned as he felt Draco impulsively squeeze around him. He worked a second finger in and the sensation was almost too much to bear. But the pressure soon ceased as the fingers started to move, scissoring, stretching; enticing moans to erupt from Draco’s throat. Harry continued with his movements and looked down into Draco’s eyes, smiling as he saw the look of pure need written across the quivering man’s face, eyes dilated, lips parted. At the same time Draco shot up and cried out as Harry grazed against his prostate. His smile widened as he caught Draco’s trembling lips in a heated kiss.
Draco pulled away panting and began thrusting against Harry’s fingers still rubbing that sensitive spot. "Potter… oh Merlin… please…"
"What?" Harry pushed Draco back down on his back and kissed his nose.
"Fuck me," Draco gasped. Harry could no longer control himself and pulling out his fingers he grabbed his lover's legs and threw them around his waist. Quickly slathering his cock with lube, he positioned himself before his lover’s entrance and sunk himself into Draco's tight heat. "Oh God!!" The blond whimpered and grasped onto Harry’s arms; arching up against him, causing his erection to rub almost painfully against Harry.
After a few moments Harry found Draco’s core. Draco cried out and tightened his legs around Harry’s waist, creating the friction needed for his aching cock. Their rhythm sped as both drew closer to climax. With one final thrust Draco screamed out Harry’s name and tightened around the cock embedded within him, causing the raven haired man to let out a guttural groan and finally collapse on top of him.
"Holy fuck." Draco panted as Harry slowly pulled out and lay down on the bed next to him.
"I take it that was a job well done?"
"I’d give you a standing ovation but I’m afraid that I just can’t find the energy to get up right now." Draco burrowed his nose into Harry’s neck, nuzzling his hair.
They both laughed and after a quick cleansing spell they snuggled closer, letting sleep over take them. Neither one hearing the breathless, "Bloody hell" that came from the dark corner.
(X-posted pretty much everywhere)