Your Answer
Title: Your Answer
Author: sugareey
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 734
Summary: Just thinking about you makes me want to pound you into the mattress.
Disclaimer: Not mine. However, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Implication of sex. Woot.
A/N: This is for the AWDT prompt "I want to fuck you like an animal" for nocturnali and jamie2109. And it's been a while since I've actually written something and posted. Anyway, cheers!
So, you’re asking me what I think about you? If you asked me seven years ago, I probably would have laughed in your face. Or maybe I would’ve walked away, although that’s probably what you would have done. Punching you would have worked better for me. But you’re asking me this question now. I could answer you, but I’m sure I wouldn’t know what to say. You know how I’m rubbish with words. Words are more of your expertise. I’m not complaining but I’d rather show you. Because when I do this…
When I suck your neck, you always gasp before closing your eyes. I know, because I always look at your face. It’s like you’ve been hit by ecstasy. You’re living in it, I can tell. Your mouth is slightly open as you tilt your head back, exposing more flesh. It almost looks fragile to touch, except for the red mark I just made with my lips. But that doesn’t matter. You like it when I bite down because that’s when you first whimper. And that’s when you pull me closer. I let you, only because this is what I want.
I want to be close enough so I can ravish you with my hands. I can feel the smooth flesh under my fingertips as they travel down your back, and then up again. You’re breathing hard, even though I’m only trailing small kisses down your neck.
It feels nice, you say. Of course it does. I want to make you feel nice…feel alive, aroused. And you are. I can practically feel your heart racing when I move down to kiss your chest. You can only manage to groan when my tongue tastes your skin. Lovely, isn’t it?
Mmm. You taste sweet. You smell sweet, too. It’s times like these that I can’t help but salivate over a body like yours. You don’t get this chance often to just enjoy it. Just being together and not giving a damn about what anyone else thinks. Not caring what your friends say. No, when we’re together like this, it’s just you and me. That’s why I always take my time, licking a wet trail down your stomach before making my way up to take a tender nipple in my mouth.
Get on with it, you demand harshly, tightening your grip on me. But you know I won’t listen. You have to be patient. Patience was something you couldn’t deal with…until I taught you. To hang onto your life, your pride, your hope. And it’s all because of this waiting game. Everything takes time to progress, to be completed. To be released. So I keep you waiting again. Because now, I have you pressed up against the wall, moaning when my tongue reaches down, down, down…
You moan even louder when my hands find your arse though. You love it when I do this, don’t you? You love it when my hands kneed that soft flesh, massaging it, separating those cheeks just to see your reaction. It’s definitely working. It’s enough to make me stop for a moment to see what I’ve done to you.
Merlin, you look hot. Delicious. Why do you do this to me? Feeling your sweat against me, hearing you pant…are you trying to kill me? Trying to weaken you, break you; it’s like breaking me, too. Because this is what I think of you. Did you hear me? I think of you as someone who will let me break them over and over again. To torture with soft kisses or pleasure with hard thrusts. But this isn’t just about you. It’s about me, too.
I want to fuck you like an animal, Draco. Did you know that? Just thinking about you makes me want to pound you into the mattress. We could be in the bathroom or on the floor. I don’t care. With you writhing against me, begging me to touch you, your cock, everything…how can I say no to that? Because I can’t. I’ve never learned how to say no. Except once. That’s the only mistake I regret. And that’s when you smile. You know me well. Too well. You know I will always give into temptation. Curiosity. Lust. Love.
But really, what do I think about you? I think of you as a rival, a friend, a really good fuck. Most importantly, you’re my lover. And I’m yours.
Author: sugareey
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 734
Summary: Just thinking about you makes me want to pound you into the mattress.
Disclaimer: Not mine. However, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: Implication of sex. Woot.
A/N: This is for the AWDT prompt "I want to fuck you like an animal" for nocturnali and jamie2109. And it's been a while since I've actually written something and posted. Anyway, cheers!
So, you’re asking me what I think about you? If you asked me seven years ago, I probably would have laughed in your face. Or maybe I would’ve walked away, although that’s probably what you would have done. Punching you would have worked better for me. But you’re asking me this question now. I could answer you, but I’m sure I wouldn’t know what to say. You know how I’m rubbish with words. Words are more of your expertise. I’m not complaining but I’d rather show you. Because when I do this…
When I suck your neck, you always gasp before closing your eyes. I know, because I always look at your face. It’s like you’ve been hit by ecstasy. You’re living in it, I can tell. Your mouth is slightly open as you tilt your head back, exposing more flesh. It almost looks fragile to touch, except for the red mark I just made with my lips. But that doesn’t matter. You like it when I bite down because that’s when you first whimper. And that’s when you pull me closer. I let you, only because this is what I want.
I want to be close enough so I can ravish you with my hands. I can feel the smooth flesh under my fingertips as they travel down your back, and then up again. You’re breathing hard, even though I’m only trailing small kisses down your neck.
It feels nice, you say. Of course it does. I want to make you feel nice…feel alive, aroused. And you are. I can practically feel your heart racing when I move down to kiss your chest. You can only manage to groan when my tongue tastes your skin. Lovely, isn’t it?
Mmm. You taste sweet. You smell sweet, too. It’s times like these that I can’t help but salivate over a body like yours. You don’t get this chance often to just enjoy it. Just being together and not giving a damn about what anyone else thinks. Not caring what your friends say. No, when we’re together like this, it’s just you and me. That’s why I always take my time, licking a wet trail down your stomach before making my way up to take a tender nipple in my mouth.
Get on with it, you demand harshly, tightening your grip on me. But you know I won’t listen. You have to be patient. Patience was something you couldn’t deal with…until I taught you. To hang onto your life, your pride, your hope. And it’s all because of this waiting game. Everything takes time to progress, to be completed. To be released. So I keep you waiting again. Because now, I have you pressed up against the wall, moaning when my tongue reaches down, down, down…
You moan even louder when my hands find your arse though. You love it when I do this, don’t you? You love it when my hands kneed that soft flesh, massaging it, separating those cheeks just to see your reaction. It’s definitely working. It’s enough to make me stop for a moment to see what I’ve done to you.
Merlin, you look hot. Delicious. Why do you do this to me? Feeling your sweat against me, hearing you pant…are you trying to kill me? Trying to weaken you, break you; it’s like breaking me, too. Because this is what I think of you. Did you hear me? I think of you as someone who will let me break them over and over again. To torture with soft kisses or pleasure with hard thrusts. But this isn’t just about you. It’s about me, too.
I want to fuck you like an animal, Draco. Did you know that? Just thinking about you makes me want to pound you into the mattress. We could be in the bathroom or on the floor. I don’t care. With you writhing against me, begging me to touch you, your cock, everything…how can I say no to that? Because I can’t. I’ve never learned how to say no. Except once. That’s the only mistake I regret. And that’s when you smile. You know me well. Too well. You know I will always give into temptation. Curiosity. Lust. Love.
But really, what do I think about you? I think of you as a rival, a friend, a really good fuck. Most importantly, you’re my lover. And I’m yours.