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Temptation (H/D, soft adult)
Title: Temptation
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sesheta_66
Rating: (soft) Adult
Word Count: ~520
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
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slythindor100’s challenge - the letter ‘T’ and for 100quills prompt of “temptation.”
Warnings: No beta. Please point out any errors you find.
Summary: Harry can only resist temptation for so long.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
It was getting worse by the day. Harry was quickly becoming obsessed with Draco. Not like in their sixth year at Hogwarts, when he had told himself -- and everyone else that would listen -- that Draco had some nefarious plans to advance the Dark Lord’s agenda.
Now it was Harry’s agenda. And while it was not nefarious in nature, it was decidedly not chaste. Oh, what delicious things he wanted to do with the blonde!
Over the past few months, Harry had been partnered with his former nemesis, and it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. His eyes, however, were another story. They wandered of their own accord, shamelessly caressing every part of that lithe body from his silky soft hair (at least Harry imagined it to be soft as silk) right down the length of those long, sexy legs, to the tips of his toes. Toes that Harry wanted to suck on while watching the blonde writhe in pleasure.
Oh, and Harry’s eyes appreciated every part in between, even covered by clothing. They even went so far as to fill in all the hidden details in Harry’s dreams at night. He spent all day with the man, and now his mind conjured images to haunt Harry at night.
It was getting to the point (no pun intended) that Harry couldn’t be in the Slytherin’s presence for longer than a half hour without finding himself sporting a raging hard-on.
In fact, he was wanking so much that he was sure he’d win a gold medal if it were declared an Olympic sport. Thank Merlin -- or some unknown but brilliant potions master -- for the particular healing potion he was currently using. Otherwise, he was likely to have his bits fall off. As it was, he was finding it extremely difficult to walk, a mixture of chaffed skin, muscular aches and constant wood to prevent said activity from being carried out with even the slightest semblance of grace.
As Draco entered their office, Harry’s stomach did a flip and his jaw dropped, leaving him gaping feebly at his partner. The blonde was wearing the tightest of skin tight (were they painted on?) denims that left very little to the imagination. This was taking temptation to the limit, even if he weren‘t constantly horny!
Harry didn’t even bother asking for an explanation. With a few waves of his wand, he closed and locked their office door and cast a silencing charm (two, for good measure). He then grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and pulled him into a searing kiss, gradually pressing Draco’s body against the wall with his own.
To Harry’s surprise and extreme pleasure, Draco responded enthusiastically, putting his hands behind Harry’s head and drawing him closer as his tongue plundered Harry’s mouth.
The kiss was rough, wet, and fan-fucking-tastic. The two men rutted their erections together, frantically driving towards release. They found it in short order, still fully clothed, but finally sated. They hadn’t said a word.
As their breathing returned to normal, Draco smirked. “What took you so long?”
Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: (soft) Adult
Word Count: ~520
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Challenge:
slythindor100’s challenge - the letter ‘T’ and for 100quills prompt of “temptation.”Warnings: No beta. Please point out any errors you find.
Summary: Harry can only resist temptation for so long.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
It was getting worse by the day. Harry was quickly becoming obsessed with Draco. Not like in their sixth year at Hogwarts, when he had told himself -- and everyone else that would listen -- that Draco had some nefarious plans to advance the Dark Lord’s agenda.
Now it was Harry’s agenda. And while it was not nefarious in nature, it was decidedly not chaste. Oh, what delicious things he wanted to do with the blonde!
Over the past few months, Harry had been partnered with his former nemesis, and it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. His eyes, however, were another story. They wandered of their own accord, shamelessly caressing every part of that lithe body from his silky soft hair (at least Harry imagined it to be soft as silk) right down the length of those long, sexy legs, to the tips of his toes. Toes that Harry wanted to suck on while watching the blonde writhe in pleasure.
Oh, and Harry’s eyes appreciated every part in between, even covered by clothing. They even went so far as to fill in all the hidden details in Harry’s dreams at night. He spent all day with the man, and now his mind conjured images to haunt Harry at night.
It was getting to the point (no pun intended) that Harry couldn’t be in the Slytherin’s presence for longer than a half hour without finding himself sporting a raging hard-on.
In fact, he was wanking so much that he was sure he’d win a gold medal if it were declared an Olympic sport. Thank Merlin -- or some unknown but brilliant potions master -- for the particular healing potion he was currently using. Otherwise, he was likely to have his bits fall off. As it was, he was finding it extremely difficult to walk, a mixture of chaffed skin, muscular aches and constant wood to prevent said activity from being carried out with even the slightest semblance of grace.
As Draco entered their office, Harry’s stomach did a flip and his jaw dropped, leaving him gaping feebly at his partner. The blonde was wearing the tightest of skin tight (were they painted on?) denims that left very little to the imagination. This was taking temptation to the limit, even if he weren‘t constantly horny!
Harry didn’t even bother asking for an explanation. With a few waves of his wand, he closed and locked their office door and cast a silencing charm (two, for good measure). He then grabbed Draco by the front of his robes and pulled him into a searing kiss, gradually pressing Draco’s body against the wall with his own.
To Harry’s surprise and extreme pleasure, Draco responded enthusiastically, putting his hands behind Harry’s head and drawing him closer as his tongue plundered Harry’s mouth.
The kiss was rough, wet, and fan-fucking-tastic. The two men rutted their erections together, frantically driving towards release. They found it in short order, still fully clothed, but finally sated. They hadn’t said a word.
As their breathing returned to normal, Draco smirked. “What took you so long?”
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Thank Merlin -- or some unknown but brilliant potions master -- for the particular healing potion he was currently using. Otherwise, he was likely to have his bits fall off. *snicker* That had me laughing out loud.
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Haha. Wonderful. Short, filled with lust,
then to the point. (pun intended).
Absolute love. =D
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Well, really ... I mean he expected that even Potter would catch on faster than that - and use his Gryffindor courage to move things along. *sigh* Alas, Draco had to take things into his own hands ... er, pants. ;)
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(Anonymous) 2007-05-15 03:19 am (UTC)(link)"And winner of the Gold Medal for Wanking goes to Harry Potter of Great Britain." *deafening applause*
*LOL!*
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*and the crowd goes wild*
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"And winner of the Gold Medal for Wanking goes to Harry Potter of Great Britain." *deafening applause*
*LOL!*
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Gold to Great Britain! *giggles*
*and the crowd goes wild*
Could you imagine? No, really, just for a moment. Imagine the events. I am picturing a play on high jump (jack) ... long jump (jack) ... synchronized spurting ... *groans* I wonder how a relay would work. Points for artistic impression. Okay, I'll stop now. I've clearly not had enough sleep!
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How about Curling, or Speed Spurting, or my favorite, the Freestyle Aerials?
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*melts*
Oh my...you paint such a pretty picture! Draco in skin-tight jeans, YUM!
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It's been a while since I've last been on here. Reading this was a lovely way to get back into H/D!
Merci beaucoup!
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In fact, he was wanking so much that he was sure he’d win a gold medal if it were declared an Olympic sport. *giggles helplessly* Too bad I can't use that line in normal everyday conversation, it's so hilarious and quotable! :D
Hilarious fic (though I possibly should have sympathised with Harry more, but heehee, it was too funny!), so thank you for all the laughs! *hugs*
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Sure you can ... c'mon ... you know you wanna! ;)
Glad you enjoyed & glad I could make you laugh.
*hugs you back*
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Poor Harry can be so slow. :)
Cute!
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Altogether cute and hot!
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This is WONDERFUL!! OMG! I love this: In fact, he was wanking so much that he was sure he’d win a gold medal if it were declared an Olympic sport. Thank Merlin -- or some unknown but brilliant potions master -- for the particular healing potion he was currently using.
*dies laughing*
*hugs and sorry I'm so late in reading*
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I'm glad you enjoyed it.