may madness day 24
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 24
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 361
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Blindfolded Harry
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry whimpered. "Please…" as his hands twisted in the sheets.
Draco continued his teasing. He had touched every sensitive place on Harry's body, several he hadn't even known he had. Draco was ruthless with his tongue, teeth, fingers, hair, and his prick. Moments or hours ago he'd flipped Harry onto his back. Harry had attempted to hump the mattress in an effort to finally finish himself off. He'd received a swat on his arse that made him understand Draco's appreciation of it the other day. Harry could count his pulse in his prick and his breath was beyond a pant and somewhere near a wheeze.
Draco nipped his calf.
"Dracoooo…"
Suddenly, Harry felt it. The bed shifted, he knew exactly where Draco was and made his move. His fingers released the sheets and his legs wrapped around Draco's waist and pulled him down. He wound his arms across Draco's back and began to frot against him. Harry felt Draco's satiny belly and crisp hair. He twisted his hips so their prick would rub together. He frantically lifted his hips while Draco cursed and struggled.
"My way Potter…" He growled.
"You're too good…can't wait." Harry muttered.
Draco slid a hand in between them. It was enough for Harry to go off like a firecracker, he felt Draco pulse and flood his hip before he had finished himself.
"Blindfold off, please."
"Demanding."
Harry shook his head. "No. I just like to see you…after."
The blindfold came off. Harry stroked Draco's arm and kissed his lips and jaw.
"We're going to stick together, if we don't clean up soon." Draco interrupted the exploration of his neck.
"I could use a shower. Come on." Harry shifted Draco to one side.
"Don't think my legs will hold me."
Harry grinned. "No problem. I have a bench.
"Oh, no. I've seen what you do with that bench. It's just another way for you to get to my decidedly delicious arse."
"It is decidedly delicious, but at the moment I just need to rinse off and brush my teeth. Maybe after a nap your arse might come into play."
Draco groaned. "Puns, Potter. Lead me to that shower…"
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 361
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Blindfolded Harry
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
Harry whimpered. "Please…" as his hands twisted in the sheets.
Draco continued his teasing. He had touched every sensitive place on Harry's body, several he hadn't even known he had. Draco was ruthless with his tongue, teeth, fingers, hair, and his prick. Moments or hours ago he'd flipped Harry onto his back. Harry had attempted to hump the mattress in an effort to finally finish himself off. He'd received a swat on his arse that made him understand Draco's appreciation of it the other day. Harry could count his pulse in his prick and his breath was beyond a pant and somewhere near a wheeze.
Draco nipped his calf.
"Dracoooo…"
Suddenly, Harry felt it. The bed shifted, he knew exactly where Draco was and made his move. His fingers released the sheets and his legs wrapped around Draco's waist and pulled him down. He wound his arms across Draco's back and began to frot against him. Harry felt Draco's satiny belly and crisp hair. He twisted his hips so their prick would rub together. He frantically lifted his hips while Draco cursed and struggled.
"My way Potter…" He growled.
"You're too good…can't wait." Harry muttered.
Draco slid a hand in between them. It was enough for Harry to go off like a firecracker, he felt Draco pulse and flood his hip before he had finished himself.
"Blindfold off, please."
"Demanding."
Harry shook his head. "No. I just like to see you…after."
The blindfold came off. Harry stroked Draco's arm and kissed his lips and jaw.
"We're going to stick together, if we don't clean up soon." Draco interrupted the exploration of his neck.
"I could use a shower. Come on." Harry shifted Draco to one side.
"Don't think my legs will hold me."
Harry grinned. "No problem. I have a bench.
"Oh, no. I've seen what you do with that bench. It's just another way for you to get to my decidedly delicious arse."
"It is decidedly delicious, but at the moment I just need to rinse off and brush my teeth. Maybe after a nap your arse might come into play."
Draco groaned. "Puns, Potter. Lead me to that shower…"