Deathkeeper (PG-13)
Title: Deathkeeper
Summary: "Don't you forget Potter. You die by my hands."
Lips crashed together unceremoniously, teeth clicking harshly against another, each with every intent to nip and bruise every inch of skin available. Hands assailed each other clumsily, tugging on the offending fabric, the carnal need for bare skin.
Gravity pulled them downwards, their full weight sinking them deeper into the mattress. Articles of clothing were strewn carelessly, it didn't matter. Harry was beneath him, arching into the form above him unhibited. All they needed was this moment.
Closer, their skin slick against each other with sweat. Hands were at a frenzy, tugging hardened nipples sore. Nails scratching and breaking skin, as hips were gyrating, grinding, closer and closer to climax.
Draco encircled his arms around his love, traveling down towards to cup the curves of his ass, bringing him unimaginably closer. At this, Harry was sobbing, mewling, pleading Draco to bring him crashing back down in a sweaty heap of limbs, and afterglow.
Then, he was in, Harry's legs hooked tightly around his waist, rocking relentlessly. He muttered obscenities, flashes of emerald and black hair exploding behind his eyelids. On, and on, it didn't take long, before Harry came, shrieking Draco's name.
"Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou."
Those few minutes, he stayed in him, holding him close and steadying his breathing. Tears were spilling down Harry's cheeks, as he sucked in air. Then, Draco pulled away untangling himself to dress. Harry had simply watched him, the sheets draped loosely around his waist. Tears clung to his eyelids and he felt his lover's hot breath tickling his ear.
"Don't you forget Potter. You die by my hands." With a final nip of the earlobe, Draco disappeared in a swirl of robes, the dark mark burning profusely in his left arm.
FIN
Notes: -smiles sheepishly- I was kind of drabbling with this so eh. It's 12 nearing to 1 am, blame time for the mistakes. O__O Happy July 4th lovies.
Summary: "Don't you forget Potter. You die by my hands."
Lips crashed together unceremoniously, teeth clicking harshly against another, each with every intent to nip and bruise every inch of skin available. Hands assailed each other clumsily, tugging on the offending fabric, the carnal need for bare skin.
Gravity pulled them downwards, their full weight sinking them deeper into the mattress. Articles of clothing were strewn carelessly, it didn't matter. Harry was beneath him, arching into the form above him unhibited. All they needed was this moment.
Closer, their skin slick against each other with sweat. Hands were at a frenzy, tugging hardened nipples sore. Nails scratching and breaking skin, as hips were gyrating, grinding, closer and closer to climax.
Draco encircled his arms around his love, traveling down towards to cup the curves of his ass, bringing him unimaginably closer. At this, Harry was sobbing, mewling, pleading Draco to bring him crashing back down in a sweaty heap of limbs, and afterglow.
Then, he was in, Harry's legs hooked tightly around his waist, rocking relentlessly. He muttered obscenities, flashes of emerald and black hair exploding behind his eyelids. On, and on, it didn't take long, before Harry came, shrieking Draco's name.
"Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou."
Those few minutes, he stayed in him, holding him close and steadying his breathing. Tears were spilling down Harry's cheeks, as he sucked in air. Then, Draco pulled away untangling himself to dress. Harry had simply watched him, the sheets draped loosely around his waist. Tears clung to his eyelids and he felt his lover's hot breath tickling his ear.
"Don't you forget Potter. You die by my hands." With a final nip of the earlobe, Draco disappeared in a swirl of robes, the dark mark burning profusely in his left arm.
FIN
Notes: -smiles sheepishly- I was kind of drabbling with this so eh. It's 12 nearing to 1 am, blame time for the mistakes. O__O Happy July 4th lovies.