Drabble - In the Cupboard
Title: In the Cupboard
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): None
Summary: Draco finds himself cornered in a cupboard.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for round one of hp_humpdrabbles' Hump Madness 2012, with a prompt of provoke. This was my first & last entry for the fest.
Draco moaned, the sound muffled by Potter's insistent lips and tongue. He clutched at strong biceps as Potter pressed himself more firmly against him. Soon, Potter had him backed into the wall of the small cupboard, with no means of escape.
Not that he even wanted to try.
He had come here looking for bubotubers so he could make a new batch of Goyle's acne treatment. He was reaching for the jar of slug-like plants when a sound from the doorway caught his attention. He turned his head to find none other than Potter standing there, of bloody course.
Draco had noticed Potter turning up and staring at him even more so than usual lately, always with an unreadable, intense expression on his face that made Draco uneasy. He knew Potter was trying to provoke him into doing something, he just didn't know what.
With Potter so close in the cramped cupboard however, Draco couldn't help but finally understand what he wanted. There was no mistaking the lust shining in those eyes, and seeing it caused Draco's heart rate to quicken and his mouth to go dry instantly.
Where they were and what he had been doing flew completely out of his head as Potter advanced toward him. He watched the other man warily until he stopped right in front of him. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, Potter raised his hand and gently cupped Draco's cheek. He leaned in, whispering softly,
"Want you, Draco..."
When their lips met, a damn broke inside Draco, tearing down any possible resistance. Now Potter had him up against the wall, and Draco could feel a hard cock brush his own through the fabric of their clothing. He moaned again, breaking the kiss to get some much needed air.
"Pot-Potter..." he gasped, "I need...need..." His hips jerked forward and they both moaned. Potter smirked.
"It will be my pleasure." Without another word, he grabbed Draco's arse in a strong grip, impressively lifting him up and encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist. Draco complied quickly, his eyes rolling back in his head as Potter's lips crashed into his once more and they began frotting against each other madly.
When the pleasure was almost too much, Draco's hands found their way to Potter's hair, tugging sharply.
"So close," he murmured.
With an almost feral growl, Potter dove back in to attack his neck with lips and tongue and teeth, giving his arse a firm squeeze on the next thrust of his hips. Draco's vision went white as his whole body convulsed. He barely registered his own shout of, "Harry," or the suddenly stiff body against his, signaling his partner's completion.
Draco opened his eyes when his breathing steadied and found Harry gazing intently at him.
"The bubotubers spilled. I hope you didn't need them."
He looked over Harry's shoulder at the broken jar on the floor and smiled.
"There's only one thing I need right now," he whispered, brushing his lips against Harry's.
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 500
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): None
Summary: Draco finds himself cornered in a cupboard.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beta: None
Author's Notes: Written for round one of hp_humpdrabbles' Hump Madness 2012, with a prompt of provoke. This was my first & last entry for the fest.
Draco moaned, the sound muffled by Potter's insistent lips and tongue. He clutched at strong biceps as Potter pressed himself more firmly against him. Soon, Potter had him backed into the wall of the small cupboard, with no means of escape.
Not that he even wanted to try.
He had come here looking for bubotubers so he could make a new batch of Goyle's acne treatment. He was reaching for the jar of slug-like plants when a sound from the doorway caught his attention. He turned his head to find none other than Potter standing there, of bloody course.
Draco had noticed Potter turning up and staring at him even more so than usual lately, always with an unreadable, intense expression on his face that made Draco uneasy. He knew Potter was trying to provoke him into doing something, he just didn't know what.
With Potter so close in the cramped cupboard however, Draco couldn't help but finally understand what he wanted. There was no mistaking the lust shining in those eyes, and seeing it caused Draco's heart rate to quicken and his mouth to go dry instantly.
Where they were and what he had been doing flew completely out of his head as Potter advanced toward him. He watched the other man warily until he stopped right in front of him. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, Potter raised his hand and gently cupped Draco's cheek. He leaned in, whispering softly,
"Want you, Draco..."
When their lips met, a damn broke inside Draco, tearing down any possible resistance. Now Potter had him up against the wall, and Draco could feel a hard cock brush his own through the fabric of their clothing. He moaned again, breaking the kiss to get some much needed air.
"Pot-Potter..." he gasped, "I need...need..." His hips jerked forward and they both moaned. Potter smirked.
"It will be my pleasure." Without another word, he grabbed Draco's arse in a strong grip, impressively lifting him up and encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist. Draco complied quickly, his eyes rolling back in his head as Potter's lips crashed into his once more and they began frotting against each other madly.
When the pleasure was almost too much, Draco's hands found their way to Potter's hair, tugging sharply.
"So close," he murmured.
With an almost feral growl, Potter dove back in to attack his neck with lips and tongue and teeth, giving his arse a firm squeeze on the next thrust of his hips. Draco's vision went white as his whole body convulsed. He barely registered his own shout of, "Harry," or the suddenly stiff body against his, signaling his partner's completion.
Draco opened his eyes when his breathing steadied and found Harry gazing intently at him.
"The bubotubers spilled. I hope you didn't need them."
He looked over Harry's shoulder at the broken jar on the floor and smiled.
"There's only one thing I need right now," he whispered, brushing his lips against Harry's.