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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-03-14 08:53 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2003-03-14 08:53 pm
Ohhhh boy
I’m on drugs because the whole right side of my body is blocked up. TMI, huh?
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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addictedkitten
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?
For
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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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 ;-)