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Title: Time (part one of 2)
Author: original_lie
Pairing: H/D (feat; bottom!Harry)
Rating: mild NC-17
Word Count: 2227
Warning: The usual suspects (sex, slash and angst)
Summary: Harry's had enough of the "meaningless" sex... however does he have the balls to tell Draco how he feels?
A/N: I was like all disgruntled and feeling lazy because I haven't written much in the last few weeks so I decided (while writing something else) to write a two-part (at the least) fic.
Disclaimer: JK pwns all, I just borrow.
Disclaimer: Some contents of this journal are both R and NC-17 rated which means that if you (the prospective reader) are not of age in your country of residence then you shouldn't be reading these particular entries which are labelled as such. I cannot and will not be held responsible for those who do not adhere to this warning.
Time
~~***~~
For near on eighteen months they had kissed, rubbed, licked, sucked and fucked like lovers do. At first it was uncertain and furious - tentative friends who were undoubtedly attracted to each other - yet retained some of the animosity that had been the constant in their lives until the war had duly interrupted their respective childhood’s.
In less than two months they had become accustomed to one another. At times it was still furious, but most of the time it held a tender sweetness that left them both craving more. Yet they were both free to explore each other and push the boundaries of ‘normalcy’ when it came to bedroom activities. As well as, if the opportunity arose, able to end everything at a moments notice to pursue other avenues with other prospective partners.
While Harry was certain of his feelings, Draco had continually convinced him that, while they were friends, this meant nothing. They were merely experimenting with each other because it was safer that way, what with who Harry was and all.
Now as the months wore on, Harry was positive that not only had he fallen in love with Draco Malfoy, but he was most certainly madly in love with the enigmatic young man. Harry paced the wooden floors of his apartment. In less than ten minutes Draco would show up for their standing date and Harry still had no clue as to what Draco’s feelings or intentions were. Sure, the sex was mind blowing, and the conversations before and the days following were always interesting. But their relationship - if that’s what one would call it - left much to be desired. In a year and half they had only talked once about what this meant, but that had been right at the beginning and for all Harry knew everything could have changed. Harry desperately craved the intimacy of a solidified romantic relationship. The passionate sex that came with cuddling afterwards.
Harry sighed and straightened his shirt, briefly glancing at the clock beside the wall opposite the door. And right on clue there was a brief tap at his door.
“Come in.” his voice was soft and firm.
Draco entered the room with a casualness that Harry envied; his sleek blond hair tied back in loose ponytail at the nape of his neck - a few wayward tendrils framing his face perfectly. Loose fitting black pants (50-50 cotton/wool blend of course), white cotton shirt - the top and bottom three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a simple pair of black slides. Harry knew that Draco would have come barefoot if he hadn’t had to walk two flights of stairs and a few metres down the street.
“Good evening, Harry.” Draco smiled.
Harry looked away, settling himself on the arm of the chair closest, he nodded. “Hello, Draco.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco kick off his slides before stepping around Harry’s legs and settling into the chair Harry was perched on.
“So Bright Eyes, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
Harry shrugged half-heartedly, jumping when Draco’s arm snaked around his waist and pulled him into his lap.
“I’ve always been into the silent, strong, tall, dark and handsome type.” Draco purred in his ear.
Harry smiled, sighing contentedly when Draco’s lips pressed to the fluttering pulse point near his jaw. His body turning towards Draco’s instinctively; fingers finding and clamping into Draco’s upper arms.
“Let’s go to your bedroom.” Draco whispered, his lips ghosting Harry’s ear.
Unable to restrain himself, Harry nodded eagerly - jumping out of Draco’s lap and following the blond across the floor to the bedroom. Quietly Harry thanked Hermione for pointing out the benefits of having an open planned apartment.
Draco smirked and Harry was sure he felt his legs melt, it was no longer the malicious, self assured one of their teenage years, now it was full of mischief. Harry’s body continued to move forward by it’s own volition, stopping when he was chest to chest with Draco. Biting his bottom lip, Harry coyly looked up at Draco, his lashes batting rather flirtatiously when his head and heart began to war against one another.
Harry wanted this. He knew he did. But he also wanted all of Draco, not just his body and affections when it suited.
Taking advantage of Harry’s obvious indecisiveness, Draco swooped down and pressed his lips to Harry’s. His tongue sweeping out to follow the line of Harry’s bottom lip, seeking purchase. Groaning, Harry opened enough for Draco’s tongue to slip inside to meet his.
“Bed.” Harry murmured through kisses.
Harry’s fingers moved expertly against the small buttons of Draco’s shirt, his hands slipping under the fabric at the shoulders, his heart and cock leaping at the first touch to the hot silken skin. Quickly Harry pushed the delicate fabric off of broad shoulders, revelling in the expanse of skin revealed.
Pulling back, Harry stared at Draco, his pupils dilated with pure want. Harry tucked the stray strands of hair behind Draco’s ear, his palm lingering on Draco’s chiselled cheek.
Draco smiled softly at Harry, and it seemed as if he was willing himself not to close his eyes and lean into the touch. “Harry?”
Harry’s head snapped up and he regarded Draco with a brief, guarded glance. Lightly coughing, Harry looked away before starting on Draco’s pants.
“Is there something wrong, Harry?” Draco asked, nuzzling into the side of Harry’s face, his lips tickling the apple of Harry’s cheek.
“No.” Harry shook his head, his hands shaking slightly when he pulled the zipper of Draco's trousers down. He felt Draco shrug rather than saw it, quickly starting on disrobing himself since his clothing situation had been rather ignored.
“Sorry,” Draco muttered, batting Harry’s hands away lightly and taking over. It didn’t take long at all for Draco to rid the bothersome articles from Harry’s body, leaving them both standing in their underwear.
Draco’s hand lightly ran over the light, thin scar that ran across Harry’s pectoral and down his side, disappearing under the pair of jockey shorts. Harry knew that Draco knew that it ended practically where the joint to his leg started - his hand, tongue, lips and fingers had all traced the trail every time much to Harry’s vexation.
Harry’s breath stuttered slightly and he bit down on his bottom lip, a slightly copper taste infiltrating his tastebuds. So Draco was in an exploratory mood tonight. Harry wanted to run, run fast and never come back. But he stayed, even if Draco didn’t feel the same way, this was enough. Wasn’t it?
“Draco…” Harry breathed, pulling the other man closer and towards the bed.
There was never much talk during sex, a groan and answering moan here and there followed by incoherent babbling or muffled mutterings during orgasm. That was the way it should always be, talking killed the mood.
They never talked about who topped or bottomed, they did both. Usually whoever reached the lubricant first called dibs - either way neither man missed out; they enjoyed both. The exquisite sensation that was being completely filled and the delightful completeness of driving forward and joining with another person.
Tonight, Harry didn’t even bother reaching over to the night table. No, he wanted Draco to take him. To fill him. He wanted all of Draco, mind, body and soul; but right now, he’d take body over none at all.
Harry closed his eyes, feeling Draco settle against his side, his hands running the length of his chest and abdomen. His fingertip tracing that damned scar once again, catching and divesting the confining underwear, and subsequently freeing his straining erection.
Harry’s eyes closed tighter again when Draco’s questing fingertip continued it’s trail back up his leg, lightly tracing one of the veins up his sensitive inner thigh. Desperately trying to control his breath, Harry concentrated on where the mischievous little digit was heading, the slight touch tickling his sac and perineum before leading up into the swell of his arse and circling a wide berth around his entrance.
Groaning his discord, Harry’s hips pushed down and bucked up by their own accord; a hearty chuckle rumbling against his side, obviously from Draco. His eyes flickering open, Harry chanced a look at Draco, the other man’s face one of concentration and want. His eyes flashing excitedly when he shuffled down the bed, his fingers wetted with the high quality water-based lubricant. Harry watched Draco while the blonde’s finger breached his tight opening.
Again Harry’s eyes closed and he concentrated on the myriad of sensations that flooded his body. While the abrupt intrusion wasn’t painful nor unexpected, every time it felt different yet the same. Dirty and wrong, yet oh so right. Harry was so lost in the current sensations overrunning his body that he didn’t even register the second slicked finger penetrate him until it began to scissor and stretch.
Drawing a deep breath Harry pushed down, he was ready - hell, he could have done this without preparation he wanted Draco so bad. Draco it seemed, wanted him thoroughly prepared and entered a third digit; stretching and crooking until he himself could no longer stand it.
Harry whimpered at the loss of Draco’s fingers, his eyes opening. Dazed, he watched Draco slick his cock and line it up, the blunt head pressed lightly to the waiting hole.
“Ready?” Draco asked breathily.
Harry nodded, watching Draco’s eyes close as he pushed forward through the still tight ring of muscle. Biting his lip to stifle a moan, Harry closed his eyes and waited for Draco to fill him completely. Harry felt Draco still above him, obviously waiting for a signal to start. Pushing down again, Harry circled his hips, his arm coming up to cover his eyes.
Draco moved slowly at first, allowing time for Harry to accommodate his girth and his insides to stretch pleasurably, picking up speed after a while. The first time he hit that bundle of nerves buried so deep inside, Harry thought he was going to bite clear through his lip. Closing his eyes tighter, Harry reached down and pulled roughly at his own erection, willing himself to come quickly.
Draco groaned above him, his hard length pulsing erratically inside Harry, from the stuttered breath Harry could only guess that Draco was close. Harry pushed down when Draco pushed forwards, trying to ignore the illicit pleasure building in his own groin.
“Gnnh! I… I… FUCKING GODS!” Draco called after several more deep thrusts, spurting deep inside Harry.
With another pull, Harry came over his chest and stomach, exhaling loudly through clenched teeth. His own heart beating rapidly, Harry felt Draco withdraw from him, before collapsing beside him. Scrunching his nose up at the loss, Harry turned his head towards Draco. Finally opening his eyes he watched the other man, his blonde hair fanned out on around him, hiding most of his flushed face. Grinning, Draco pushed himself up on the palms of his hands, leaning over to press a kiss to the underside of Harry’s chin before pushing himself off the bed.
“Fucking hell, that was great, Harry.” he said, leaning down to pick up his abandoned green and grey silk boxers and slipping them on.
“Yeah,” Harry responded softly, mildly annoyed and hurt that Draco was once again disappearing so soon after effectively using Harry’s body for his own pleasure.
Watching Draco move to pick up his clothes, Harry rolled onto his side, curling up slightly and closing his eyes at the first hot prickle of tears. Across the room he could hear Draco dressing, the shifting of fabric as it settled.
Harry pushed the heels of both hands into his eyes before turning his head to look at Draco who was fully dressed now.
“Draco?”
“Mm?”
“Are you going now?”
Something flittered across Draco’s face as he cocked his head to one side and watched Harry for a moment or two before nodding.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s still early but we both have work tomorrow.”
Nodding Harry reached down, hooking his index finger in the sheet and pulling it up over him.
“Maybe it is best if you leave then.” Harry said evenly, trying for cold and unfeeling - the slight wavering of course betrayed him.
“Right, well I’ll see you later then.” Draco murmured, reaching down to pat Harry’s leg, unsure of the change in Harry this evening.
Harry waited until Draco was over by the door, for the second time that night thanking Hermione for making him go with an opened planned apartment, before sitting up.
“Draco,” He called, waiting until Draco turned to look at him. “If you're ready to fall, I’ll be here to catch you, but until you're willing to allow yourself to or finally cut your losses, it’s best if you don’t come back.”
Harry’s throat and eyes burned, from his bed he could see the confusion in Draco’s eyes before he nodded and slipped his shoes on, stopping at the door to again look at Harry.
Draco didn’t say anything as he opened the door and closed it quietly behind him. Harry felt his heart crumble a little and collapsed back on his pillows, casting a quick and thorough Scourgify before curling into a tiny ball. Tears of disappointment falling silently.
~~***~~
Part 2 here
Author: original_lie
Pairing: H/D (feat; bottom!Harry)
Rating: mild NC-17
Word Count: 2227
Warning: The usual suspects (sex, slash and angst)
Summary: Harry's had enough of the "meaningless" sex... however does he have the balls to tell Draco how he feels?
A/N: I was like all disgruntled and feeling lazy because I haven't written much in the last few weeks so I decided (while writing something else) to write a two-part (at the least) fic.
Disclaimer: JK pwns all, I just borrow.
Disclaimer: Some contents of this journal are both R and NC-17 rated which means that if you (the prospective reader) are not of age in your country of residence then you shouldn't be reading these particular entries which are labelled as such. I cannot and will not be held responsible for those who do not adhere to this warning.
Time
~~***~~
For near on eighteen months they had kissed, rubbed, licked, sucked and fucked like lovers do. At first it was uncertain and furious - tentative friends who were undoubtedly attracted to each other - yet retained some of the animosity that had been the constant in their lives until the war had duly interrupted their respective childhood’s.
In less than two months they had become accustomed to one another. At times it was still furious, but most of the time it held a tender sweetness that left them both craving more. Yet they were both free to explore each other and push the boundaries of ‘normalcy’ when it came to bedroom activities. As well as, if the opportunity arose, able to end everything at a moments notice to pursue other avenues with other prospective partners.
While Harry was certain of his feelings, Draco had continually convinced him that, while they were friends, this meant nothing. They were merely experimenting with each other because it was safer that way, what with who Harry was and all.
Now as the months wore on, Harry was positive that not only had he fallen in love with Draco Malfoy, but he was most certainly madly in love with the enigmatic young man. Harry paced the wooden floors of his apartment. In less than ten minutes Draco would show up for their standing date and Harry still had no clue as to what Draco’s feelings or intentions were. Sure, the sex was mind blowing, and the conversations before and the days following were always interesting. But their relationship - if that’s what one would call it - left much to be desired. In a year and half they had only talked once about what this meant, but that had been right at the beginning and for all Harry knew everything could have changed. Harry desperately craved the intimacy of a solidified romantic relationship. The passionate sex that came with cuddling afterwards.
Harry sighed and straightened his shirt, briefly glancing at the clock beside the wall opposite the door. And right on clue there was a brief tap at his door.
“Come in.” his voice was soft and firm.
Draco entered the room with a casualness that Harry envied; his sleek blond hair tied back in loose ponytail at the nape of his neck - a few wayward tendrils framing his face perfectly. Loose fitting black pants (50-50 cotton/wool blend of course), white cotton shirt - the top and bottom three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a simple pair of black slides. Harry knew that Draco would have come barefoot if he hadn’t had to walk two flights of stairs and a few metres down the street.
“Good evening, Harry.” Draco smiled.
Harry looked away, settling himself on the arm of the chair closest, he nodded. “Hello, Draco.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco kick off his slides before stepping around Harry’s legs and settling into the chair Harry was perched on.
“So Bright Eyes, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
Harry shrugged half-heartedly, jumping when Draco’s arm snaked around his waist and pulled him into his lap.
“I’ve always been into the silent, strong, tall, dark and handsome type.” Draco purred in his ear.
Harry smiled, sighing contentedly when Draco’s lips pressed to the fluttering pulse point near his jaw. His body turning towards Draco’s instinctively; fingers finding and clamping into Draco’s upper arms.
“Let’s go to your bedroom.” Draco whispered, his lips ghosting Harry’s ear.
Unable to restrain himself, Harry nodded eagerly - jumping out of Draco’s lap and following the blond across the floor to the bedroom. Quietly Harry thanked Hermione for pointing out the benefits of having an open planned apartment.
Draco smirked and Harry was sure he felt his legs melt, it was no longer the malicious, self assured one of their teenage years, now it was full of mischief. Harry’s body continued to move forward by it’s own volition, stopping when he was chest to chest with Draco. Biting his bottom lip, Harry coyly looked up at Draco, his lashes batting rather flirtatiously when his head and heart began to war against one another.
Harry wanted this. He knew he did. But he also wanted all of Draco, not just his body and affections when it suited.
Taking advantage of Harry’s obvious indecisiveness, Draco swooped down and pressed his lips to Harry’s. His tongue sweeping out to follow the line of Harry’s bottom lip, seeking purchase. Groaning, Harry opened enough for Draco’s tongue to slip inside to meet his.
“Bed.” Harry murmured through kisses.
Harry’s fingers moved expertly against the small buttons of Draco’s shirt, his hands slipping under the fabric at the shoulders, his heart and cock leaping at the first touch to the hot silken skin. Quickly Harry pushed the delicate fabric off of broad shoulders, revelling in the expanse of skin revealed.
Pulling back, Harry stared at Draco, his pupils dilated with pure want. Harry tucked the stray strands of hair behind Draco’s ear, his palm lingering on Draco’s chiselled cheek.
Draco smiled softly at Harry, and it seemed as if he was willing himself not to close his eyes and lean into the touch. “Harry?”
Harry’s head snapped up and he regarded Draco with a brief, guarded glance. Lightly coughing, Harry looked away before starting on Draco’s pants.
“Is there something wrong, Harry?” Draco asked, nuzzling into the side of Harry’s face, his lips tickling the apple of Harry’s cheek.
“No.” Harry shook his head, his hands shaking slightly when he pulled the zipper of Draco's trousers down. He felt Draco shrug rather than saw it, quickly starting on disrobing himself since his clothing situation had been rather ignored.
“Sorry,” Draco muttered, batting Harry’s hands away lightly and taking over. It didn’t take long at all for Draco to rid the bothersome articles from Harry’s body, leaving them both standing in their underwear.
Draco’s hand lightly ran over the light, thin scar that ran across Harry’s pectoral and down his side, disappearing under the pair of jockey shorts. Harry knew that Draco knew that it ended practically where the joint to his leg started - his hand, tongue, lips and fingers had all traced the trail every time much to Harry’s vexation.
Harry’s breath stuttered slightly and he bit down on his bottom lip, a slightly copper taste infiltrating his tastebuds. So Draco was in an exploratory mood tonight. Harry wanted to run, run fast and never come back. But he stayed, even if Draco didn’t feel the same way, this was enough. Wasn’t it?
“Draco…” Harry breathed, pulling the other man closer and towards the bed.
There was never much talk during sex, a groan and answering moan here and there followed by incoherent babbling or muffled mutterings during orgasm. That was the way it should always be, talking killed the mood.
They never talked about who topped or bottomed, they did both. Usually whoever reached the lubricant first called dibs - either way neither man missed out; they enjoyed both. The exquisite sensation that was being completely filled and the delightful completeness of driving forward and joining with another person.
Tonight, Harry didn’t even bother reaching over to the night table. No, he wanted Draco to take him. To fill him. He wanted all of Draco, mind, body and soul; but right now, he’d take body over none at all.
Harry closed his eyes, feeling Draco settle against his side, his hands running the length of his chest and abdomen. His fingertip tracing that damned scar once again, catching and divesting the confining underwear, and subsequently freeing his straining erection.
Harry’s eyes closed tighter again when Draco’s questing fingertip continued it’s trail back up his leg, lightly tracing one of the veins up his sensitive inner thigh. Desperately trying to control his breath, Harry concentrated on where the mischievous little digit was heading, the slight touch tickling his sac and perineum before leading up into the swell of his arse and circling a wide berth around his entrance.
Groaning his discord, Harry’s hips pushed down and bucked up by their own accord; a hearty chuckle rumbling against his side, obviously from Draco. His eyes flickering open, Harry chanced a look at Draco, the other man’s face one of concentration and want. His eyes flashing excitedly when he shuffled down the bed, his fingers wetted with the high quality water-based lubricant. Harry watched Draco while the blonde’s finger breached his tight opening.
Again Harry’s eyes closed and he concentrated on the myriad of sensations that flooded his body. While the abrupt intrusion wasn’t painful nor unexpected, every time it felt different yet the same. Dirty and wrong, yet oh so right. Harry was so lost in the current sensations overrunning his body that he didn’t even register the second slicked finger penetrate him until it began to scissor and stretch.
Drawing a deep breath Harry pushed down, he was ready - hell, he could have done this without preparation he wanted Draco so bad. Draco it seemed, wanted him thoroughly prepared and entered a third digit; stretching and crooking until he himself could no longer stand it.
Harry whimpered at the loss of Draco’s fingers, his eyes opening. Dazed, he watched Draco slick his cock and line it up, the blunt head pressed lightly to the waiting hole.
“Ready?” Draco asked breathily.
Harry nodded, watching Draco’s eyes close as he pushed forward through the still tight ring of muscle. Biting his lip to stifle a moan, Harry closed his eyes and waited for Draco to fill him completely. Harry felt Draco still above him, obviously waiting for a signal to start. Pushing down again, Harry circled his hips, his arm coming up to cover his eyes.
Draco moved slowly at first, allowing time for Harry to accommodate his girth and his insides to stretch pleasurably, picking up speed after a while. The first time he hit that bundle of nerves buried so deep inside, Harry thought he was going to bite clear through his lip. Closing his eyes tighter, Harry reached down and pulled roughly at his own erection, willing himself to come quickly.
Draco groaned above him, his hard length pulsing erratically inside Harry, from the stuttered breath Harry could only guess that Draco was close. Harry pushed down when Draco pushed forwards, trying to ignore the illicit pleasure building in his own groin.
“Gnnh! I… I… FUCKING GODS!” Draco called after several more deep thrusts, spurting deep inside Harry.
With another pull, Harry came over his chest and stomach, exhaling loudly through clenched teeth. His own heart beating rapidly, Harry felt Draco withdraw from him, before collapsing beside him. Scrunching his nose up at the loss, Harry turned his head towards Draco. Finally opening his eyes he watched the other man, his blonde hair fanned out on around him, hiding most of his flushed face. Grinning, Draco pushed himself up on the palms of his hands, leaning over to press a kiss to the underside of Harry’s chin before pushing himself off the bed.
“Fucking hell, that was great, Harry.” he said, leaning down to pick up his abandoned green and grey silk boxers and slipping them on.
“Yeah,” Harry responded softly, mildly annoyed and hurt that Draco was once again disappearing so soon after effectively using Harry’s body for his own pleasure.
Watching Draco move to pick up his clothes, Harry rolled onto his side, curling up slightly and closing his eyes at the first hot prickle of tears. Across the room he could hear Draco dressing, the shifting of fabric as it settled.
Harry pushed the heels of both hands into his eyes before turning his head to look at Draco who was fully dressed now.
“Draco?”
“Mm?”
“Are you going now?”
Something flittered across Draco’s face as he cocked his head to one side and watched Harry for a moment or two before nodding.
“Yeah, I mean, it’s still early but we both have work tomorrow.”
Nodding Harry reached down, hooking his index finger in the sheet and pulling it up over him.
“Maybe it is best if you leave then.” Harry said evenly, trying for cold and unfeeling - the slight wavering of course betrayed him.
“Right, well I’ll see you later then.” Draco murmured, reaching down to pat Harry’s leg, unsure of the change in Harry this evening.
Harry waited until Draco was over by the door, for the second time that night thanking Hermione for making him go with an opened planned apartment, before sitting up.
“Draco,” He called, waiting until Draco turned to look at him. “If you're ready to fall, I’ll be here to catch you, but until you're willing to allow yourself to or finally cut your losses, it’s best if you don’t come back.”
Harry’s throat and eyes burned, from his bed he could see the confusion in Draco’s eyes before he nodded and slipped his shoes on, stopping at the door to again look at Harry.
Draco didn’t say anything as he opened the door and closed it quietly behind him. Harry felt his heart crumble a little and collapsed back on his pillows, casting a quick and thorough Scourgify before curling into a tiny ball. Tears of disappointment falling silently.
~~***~~
Part 2 here