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At last. A drabble! That's something, right?
Harry/Draco, 200 words, rated-R
Stolen
Draco backs Harry to the wall. He slides his hand up Harry's neck and cheek and drags his thumb across Harry’s lower lip.
It’s cold in the hall, or dungeon, or wherever they ended up this time and Harry shivers each time Draco touches him.
The moments slip through cracks and between cracked lips and are swallowed in strangled breaths. Only later is Draco ever able to piece them together, sharp hips, white-knuckled hands, twisted clothes and the heavy scent that sticks to him, with him, long after he walks away.
He wishes he knew how to break it all down--each rushed, desperate movement, each silent plea, each wet, biting kiss--break it all down into something familiar, controllable. Then he would know if this was real, because even as he pushes his thumb between Harry's lips, he doesn’t trust any of it. Not really.
Not yet.
Maybe one day he'll figure out how to destroy Harry, or trust him, or just block him out completely.
For now, though, he simply smiles and when Harry leans his head back against the wall, Draco slides down Harry's body, closes his eyes and tries to ignore the screaming inside his head.
Harry/Draco, 200 words, rated-R
Stolen
Draco backs Harry to the wall. He slides his hand up Harry's neck and cheek and drags his thumb across Harry’s lower lip.
It’s cold in the hall, or dungeon, or wherever they ended up this time and Harry shivers each time Draco touches him.
The moments slip through cracks and between cracked lips and are swallowed in strangled breaths. Only later is Draco ever able to piece them together, sharp hips, white-knuckled hands, twisted clothes and the heavy scent that sticks to him, with him, long after he walks away.
He wishes he knew how to break it all down--each rushed, desperate movement, each silent plea, each wet, biting kiss--break it all down into something familiar, controllable. Then he would know if this was real, because even as he pushes his thumb between Harry's lips, he doesn’t trust any of it. Not really.
Not yet.
Maybe one day he'll figure out how to destroy Harry, or trust him, or just block him out completely.
For now, though, he simply smiles and when Harry leans his head back against the wall, Draco slides down Harry's body, closes his eyes and tries to ignore the screaming inside his head.