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Tough.
I mean if you don’t like it, you probably don’t want to read the porn is spawned either, right?
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Harry Potter
Entwined
Slick.
Wet.
Cold.
Those were the words that immediately flittered through Harry’s mind when Draco’s hand slipped between his legs. Several other words came to the fore as well, like ‘unpacking’ and ‘boxes’ and ‘linens.’
The bed had no linens on it and they were going to have sex on it anyway.
In the scheme of things it wasn’t such a bad idea.
Just a messy one.
Or a something. Yes, Harry had definitely been having a thought, but he lost it when Draco’s fingers began sliding around his hole. Wet fingers. Very wet. Cold.
“You couldn’t have…ugh… warmed that?” he said. Or he gasped. He would have been more coherent under other circumstances but those circumstances required clothes and sex with clothes was bad. Or not bad, just not as good as being naked.
Being naked was good. Draco’s fingers were better than good.
They were long and pushing, and Harry breathed out at the same time that Draco’s finger slipped in.
It was just one finger, but it always felt like more. Always felt… “Oh.”
“Is that all right, then?” The electricity hadn’t even been turned on in the flat yet, but Harry knew Draco was grinning even in the dark. Harry knew if he could actually see Draco’s face it would be smug. He didn’t care. There was a finger inside him, sliding in and out, over and over.
Then Draco shifted, moving so that his body covered most of Harry’s, and Harry bent his leg. The angle spawned a whole new series of thoughts like more and now, and oh bloody hell. Harry heard gasping, and logical thought said that he was the one doing said gasping.
Harry wasn’t interested in logic at this time.
In the darkness, he could make out Draco biting his lip and he gasped again, not at the feel but at the thought. Biting Draco. Draco biting him. Without linens on the bed it was impossible for Harry to grasp at anything beyond Draco’s hair and the length was just right for that. Just right for Harry to twist his fingers in straw colored strands and pull Draco’s mouth to his own.
It wasn’t kissing as much as devouring. Not as much devouring as using teeth to convey how good Draco’s finger felt inside him. More seemed like the perfect idea. Somewhere between the teeth and the tongues he must have said so because one finger was joined by two, and then there was twisting. The tips of Draco’s fingers were brushing against Harry’s prostate, and this flat seemed like the best idea ever. A place where Harry could holler and shout and demand to be fucked over and over again.
“On your knees.” Draco’s voice was thick against Harry’s lips, and someone hissed. It might have been Harry. It might have been Draco.
Fingers slid out and there was more hissing. More demands. Harry wanted and he wanted now.
There was a huge window on the wall over the bed, and Harry caught a glimpse of the full moon as he scrambled to his knees. He didn’t feel Draco behind him as much as he felt the mattress dip as he shifted, and then the fingers were back. More wet. More cold.
Harry was warm enough, it didn’t matter now.
The coldness was diffused by a different sort of warmth, and Harry moaned. At any other time Draco probably would have said something cutting. Something about begging being undignified. And yet, he never seemed to mind in the bedroom.
Now it was their bedroom, and Harry shuddered at the thought that this was really their flat. They were domestic now. They were… “Fuck.”
Harry’s train of though left the station without him at the first blunt push, and he moved back instinctively. “More, please.”
Draco’s hands smoothed the sweat that had gathered in the small of Harry’s back, and his hands gripped Harry’s waist harshly. Draco’s nails were digging in as he seated himself between Harry’s outstretched legs, and Harry bit his lip to keep from whimpering.
There were some things even he wouldn’t do.
He forgot that when Draco pushed all the way in and slid back out slowly. “Fuck, now.”
Draco’s nails were sharp bites on Harry’s hips, but he ignored them as Draco began to thrust slowly at first and then faster. The slapping of skin wiped Harry’s memory of any sorts of do’s and don’t’s, and he scrambled for purchase on a mattress that offered none.
The bedsprings creaked ominously as Draco leaned forward and blanketed Harry’s back with his chest. Harry thrust back at the same time that he tried to move closer to the mattress, his cock hard and throbbing without any sort of friction for relief. He risked throwing off the rhythm just long enough to grab Draco’s hand from his wrist and direct it toward his cock.
When Harry finally came it wasn’t from the incessant pressure against his prostate or Draco’s hand sliding along his cock, it was Draco’s teeth at the juncture of his neck that sealed the deal and, Harry shouted something that might have been a name. It might have been another language.
When Draco came his teeth broke through the soft skin on Harry’s neck. Harry didn’t care.
They collapsed, entwined on the coverless mattress, and rather then letting Draco move away, Harry grasped Draco’s wrist tightly and kept him where he was.
The mattress didn’t matter. The linens were irrelevant. Wherever Draco was was Harry’s home, and he had no desire to be anywhere else.
Tough.
I mean if you don’t like it, you probably don’t want to read the porn is spawned either, right?
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addictedkittenHarry Potter
Entwined
Slick.
Wet.
Cold.
Those were the words that immediately flittered through Harry’s mind when Draco’s hand slipped between his legs. Several other words came to the fore as well, like ‘unpacking’ and ‘boxes’ and ‘linens.’
The bed had no linens on it and they were going to have sex on it anyway.
In the scheme of things it wasn’t such a bad idea.
Just a messy one.
Or a something. Yes, Harry had definitely been having a thought, but he lost it when Draco’s fingers began sliding around his hole. Wet fingers. Very wet. Cold.
“You couldn’t have…ugh… warmed that?” he said. Or he gasped. He would have been more coherent under other circumstances but those circumstances required clothes and sex with clothes was bad. Or not bad, just not as good as being naked.
Being naked was good. Draco’s fingers were better than good.
They were long and pushing, and Harry breathed out at the same time that Draco’s finger slipped in.
It was just one finger, but it always felt like more. Always felt… “Oh.”
“Is that all right, then?” The electricity hadn’t even been turned on in the flat yet, but Harry knew Draco was grinning even in the dark. Harry knew if he could actually see Draco’s face it would be smug. He didn’t care. There was a finger inside him, sliding in and out, over and over.
Then Draco shifted, moving so that his body covered most of Harry’s, and Harry bent his leg. The angle spawned a whole new series of thoughts like more and now, and oh bloody hell. Harry heard gasping, and logical thought said that he was the one doing said gasping.
Harry wasn’t interested in logic at this time.
In the darkness, he could make out Draco biting his lip and he gasped again, not at the feel but at the thought. Biting Draco. Draco biting him. Without linens on the bed it was impossible for Harry to grasp at anything beyond Draco’s hair and the length was just right for that. Just right for Harry to twist his fingers in straw colored strands and pull Draco’s mouth to his own.
It wasn’t kissing as much as devouring. Not as much devouring as using teeth to convey how good Draco’s finger felt inside him. More seemed like the perfect idea. Somewhere between the teeth and the tongues he must have said so because one finger was joined by two, and then there was twisting. The tips of Draco’s fingers were brushing against Harry’s prostate, and this flat seemed like the best idea ever. A place where Harry could holler and shout and demand to be fucked over and over again.
“On your knees.” Draco’s voice was thick against Harry’s lips, and someone hissed. It might have been Harry. It might have been Draco.
Fingers slid out and there was more hissing. More demands. Harry wanted and he wanted now.
There was a huge window on the wall over the bed, and Harry caught a glimpse of the full moon as he scrambled to his knees. He didn’t feel Draco behind him as much as he felt the mattress dip as he shifted, and then the fingers were back. More wet. More cold.
Harry was warm enough, it didn’t matter now.
The coldness was diffused by a different sort of warmth, and Harry moaned. At any other time Draco probably would have said something cutting. Something about begging being undignified. And yet, he never seemed to mind in the bedroom.
Now it was their bedroom, and Harry shuddered at the thought that this was really their flat. They were domestic now. They were… “Fuck.”
Harry’s train of though left the station without him at the first blunt push, and he moved back instinctively. “More, please.”
Draco’s hands smoothed the sweat that had gathered in the small of Harry’s back, and his hands gripped Harry’s waist harshly. Draco’s nails were digging in as he seated himself between Harry’s outstretched legs, and Harry bit his lip to keep from whimpering.
There were some things even he wouldn’t do.
He forgot that when Draco pushed all the way in and slid back out slowly. “Fuck, now.”
Draco’s nails were sharp bites on Harry’s hips, but he ignored them as Draco began to thrust slowly at first and then faster. The slapping of skin wiped Harry’s memory of any sorts of do’s and don’t’s, and he scrambled for purchase on a mattress that offered none.
The bedsprings creaked ominously as Draco leaned forward and blanketed Harry’s back with his chest. Harry thrust back at the same time that he tried to move closer to the mattress, his cock hard and throbbing without any sort of friction for relief. He risked throwing off the rhythm just long enough to grab Draco’s hand from his wrist and direct it toward his cock.
When Harry finally came it wasn’t from the incessant pressure against his prostate or Draco’s hand sliding along his cock, it was Draco’s teeth at the juncture of his neck that sealed the deal and, Harry shouted something that might have been a name. It might have been another language.
When Draco came his teeth broke through the soft skin on Harry’s neck. Harry didn’t care.
They collapsed, entwined on the coverless mattress, and rather then letting Draco move away, Harry grasped Draco’s wrist tightly and kept him where he was.
The mattress didn’t matter. The linens were irrelevant. Wherever Draco was was Harry’s home, and he had no desire to be anywhere else.
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Date: 2003-03-14 09:48 pm (UTC)*fans self*
... extremely hot. Gah. Very, very enjoyable. And I also liked the little characterization things, like "At any other time Draco probably would have said something cutting. Something about begging being undignified. And yet, he never seemed to mind in the bedroom." that made it feel more like it was really Draco and Harry.
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Date: 2003-03-16 05:44 pm (UTC)I write in a few fandoms and I try to make a point of dropping little things in my pieces to remind myself, and other people, which fandom is which.
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*whimpers*
Can I include it in the shameless porn week (http://www.livejournal.com/talkpost.bml?journal=anatsuno&itemid=119283) offerings? There'll be a website at some point...
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Date: 2003-03-16 05:46 pm (UTC)*whimpers*
Can I include it in the shameless porn week offerings? There'll be a website at some point...
Uhhh, I hadn't planned on this being posted anywhere. Actually, considering how good I felt at the time I'm not sure *what* I planned on, but sure, why not. ;)
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Date: 2003-03-16 09:24 pm (UTC)I'll come back to tell you where it is when all is up. (And I'll be honest about the fact I forced your hand about it, too ;-)
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Date: 2003-03-14 09:52 pm (UTC)Oh. Just...gah...with the fingers...and the bare mattress...and the darkness...and the "we're domestic"...and the teeth...and the...oh, the hotness.
Sorry, not very eloquent tonight. But 'tis a grand night for porn. Mmmmm. Flat-christening porn. Thank you.
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Date: 2003-03-16 05:47 pm (UTC)Oh. Just...gah...with the fingers...and the bare mattress...and the darkness...and the "we're domestic"...and the teeth...and the...oh, the hotness.
Sorry, not very eloquent tonight. But 'tis a grand night for porn. Mmmmm. Flat-christening porn. Thank you.
*vbg* I'm glad you enjoyed this.
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Date: 2003-03-14 10:26 pm (UTC)you made -them- happy. you made -me- happy. you made a large portion of everyone who reads you happy, i'm pretty sure. a lot of happiness to go around, i'm thinking >:D<
and, it's rather large, too. i mean, the ficlet. comparitively. *gropes ficlet* it has girth, i'd say. it's sizeable. and funny. and gahd, funny, endearing, adorable smut is a whole new level of happy, like i said.
it's so cute that you almost always make them "domestic". ahahaha. it's like an inside joke by now, or something. i mean, when i wrote that ficlet as a follow up to `unlabeled', that was like, my first time, i think. ever. post-hogwarts h/d. wow.
but anyway.
almost every line made me giddy. what with the humor and the harry-voice (gah, i love him so), and the finger (you know, not that it should be, but there isn't a lot of fingering in slash smut-- all "stretching" and fucking, but almost never fingering, so yeay. variety = a Good Thing). and just, all so vivid and not over the top and just -there-. without any topping or bottoming and with a lot of horny energy.
am going to stop before i tell you that maybe being sick isn't such a bad thing after all, because i myself am sick (*coughs miserably*) so. yeah.
i wish -my- cold made me smuttier :D ahahaah :D
maybe i'll try to get sicker by reading more porn ;)
and yes, this fb has hit an all-time plebey low, but hey. this is the Good Stuff, like i said :D
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Date: 2003-03-16 05:58 pm (UTC)you made -them- happy. you made -me- happy. you made a large portion of everyone who reads you happy, i'm pretty sure. a lot of happiness to go around, i'm thinking >:D<
and, it's rather large, too. i mean, the ficlet. comparitively. *gropes ficlet* it has girth, i'd say. it's sizeable. and funny. and gahd, funny, endearing, adorable smut is a whole new level of happy, like i said.
LOL. I am guessing there was a lot of happiness going around, yes? I'm glad you liked this, it felt good to write it. Of course that could have been down to the sudafed, but still, i enjoyed it, and I'm glad you did as well.
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Date: 2003-03-14 11:52 pm (UTC)This is so great- not only the characterizations but the way you characterize them in offhand comments... and the sex... mmm *whew* I think I need a cigarette!
Harry shouted something that might have been a name. It might have been another language.
Beautiful.
cheers,
Ems
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Date: 2003-03-15 12:00 am (UTC)i really don't fangirl you enough but i love absolutely everything you write. you are one of the reasons why lately i sometimes want to give up the whole writing of the h/d, because why should i try at all when people like you are producing such consistently high-quality stuff?
there are no words for how much i love this. the details are perfect. the build-up is perfect. it's the perfect mix of sensual, gritty, erotic, and emotional--harry/draco at its absolute best.
thank you so much for writing my favorite pairing as well as you do. to echo harry--More, please.
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Date: 2003-03-16 05:54 pm (UTC)LOL. I'll call the people at Sudafed and tell them you said so. Really, their drugs deserve all the credit as I generally never write porn. I think I wrote it twice last year.
i really don't fangirl you enough but i love absolutely everything you write. you are one of the reasons why lately i sometimes want to give up the whole writing of the h/d, because why should i try at all when people like you are producing such consistently high-quality stuff?
Thank you so much for all your kind words, I'm glad that you enjoy my writing. It always makes me happy to hear that. Also, I quite enjoyed 'Atrophy,' and I think that when you find a pairing that you enjoy that much, you should make every effort to stick with them and write them to your heart's content. Don't let the bratty muses get you down.
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Date: 2003-03-15 01:15 am (UTC)First you have me whimpering with the hotness, and then melting with this. just GUH woman.
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Date: 2003-03-16 05:48 pm (UTC)First you have me whimpering with the hotness, and then melting with this. just GUH woman.
I work hard to make you happy, I'm glad you liked this *vbg*
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Date: 2003-03-15 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
“On your knees.” Draco’s voice was thick against Harry’s lips, and someone hissed.
Fetishfetishfetish thank you! *claps*
When Harry finally came it wasn’t from the incessant pressure against his prostate or Draco’s hand sliding along his cock, it was Draco’s teeth at the juncture of his neck that sealed the deal and, Harry shouted something that might have been a name.
Gah, YES. Quite. *breathes* Followed closely by
When Draco came his teeth broke through the soft skin on Harry’s neck. Harry didn’t care.
and now I'm all with the whimpering again. Such wonder, this. I do not deserve it.
They collapsed, entwined on the coverless mattress, and rather then letting Draco move away, Harry grasped Draco’s wrist tightly and kept him where he was.
And snuggling. Just kill me why don't you. <3!
The mattress didn’t matter. The linens were irrelevant. Wherever Draco was was Harry’s home, and he had no desire to be anywhere else.
!!!! Yo, I'm seriously like, domesticity, no, wtf, angst please, and then you come along and no, nevermind. Domesticity, please. Let there be curtains, and possibly a cat.
Clearly I need to throw in the towel here, cos HP isn't even your main fandom and you still come up with fantastic stuff like this. I am despondent, in a grateful, awed sort of way. Thank you for writing me porn, you rock my world. *loves*
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Date: 2003-03-17 11:50 am (UTC)Clearly I need to throw in the towel here, cos HP isn't even your main fandom and you still come up with fantastic stuff like this. I am despondent, in a grateful, awed sort of way. Thank you for writing me porn, you rock my world. *loves*
Yay, you got it! I was afraid it was going to get buried beneath all the other stuff I wound up producing this weekend. I had been thinking about writing some H/D reconciliation fic, where nobody dies (what's the interest in that? gah!) any i kept hearing this voice saying 'porn! porn!' and I was like, well, sara did ask so... I'm so glad you liked this, sweetie. Also, despondency my arse, get out there and make the world a pornier place. I demand this!
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Date: 2003-04-20 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-07 05:37 am (UTC)