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sesheta_66Rating: Adult
Pairing: HP/DM
Summary: Harry buys a classic rock CD and one of the songs inspires Draco.
Challenge: Songfic (‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ by Def Leppard)
Word Count: 965
Genre: Slash, Foodsmut
Warnings: No beta.
A/N: X-posted to
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harrydraco, harry_draco, hd_pots_n_porn. In response to the hd_fluff prompt "Song Lyrics"Disclaimer: The HP world belongs to JK Rowling & her publishers. No money made by me - I am only playing.
Well, well, well. What do we have here? Draco was observing his boyfriend dancing around the living room to some strange new sound coming from the CD player he had recently bought. He really has improved his skills on the dance floor since we first got together, Draco thought. In fact, he looks scrumptiously shaggable right now.
Harry hadn’t noticed Draco enter their flat, as he was ‘shaking his thang’ and looking out the window, facing the opposite way. Draco took advantage of this opportunity to enjoy the view. He picked up the CD case to see what music this was. It sounded much louder and harsher than what he was used to, but he liked it.
The cover said 'Classic Rock from the 1980s' and listed songs and bands he had never heard of - clearly some muggle thing. It seemed the disc was currently on the second song, something by “Whitesnake“ but it didn‘t sound anything like a snake, as far as Draco could tell. Strange name for a band. As his eyes landed on the sixth song, a grin formed on his face, and he found himself inspired. Putting down the case, he made his way into the kitchen.
As the fourth song started, Draco cast a quick spell on the CD player to conveniently replay song six in an endless loop once it started, then walked back into the living room to watch Harry for a couple of minutes longer. God, he’s gorgeous, he thought, not for the first time that day. He made his way leisurely over to Harry and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, resting his chin on Harry‘s shoulder. They started moving together slowly, not really to the beat of the music so much as to the beating of their hearts.
Draco turned Harry around, placed a soft kiss on his lips, and said, “come with me.” As they entered the kitchen, Draco weaved his hands through Harry’s hair, pulled him close and pressed their lips together. Their tongues caressed each other’s in a familiar rhythm, neither vying for dominance, both savouring in the taste of the other. Too soon for Harry, Draco pulled out of the kiss, but then he was unbuttoning Harry’s shirt, pushing the sleeves over his shoulders with a gentleness they didn‘t often experience. As he planted kisses all down Harry’s neck, chest and stomach, all the while gently undressing him, Harry was growing painfully hard.
They were always passionate, but this, this was his undoing. The emotion behind the achingly slow journey Draco was taking overwhelmed him. As Draco’s hands freed him of his trousers and pants, and Harry felt the warmth of his lover’s breath on his arousal, his legs nearly gave way - without even being touched. Draco flicked the tip of his tongue over his lover’s cock playfully and whispered, “relax, Harry, and close your eyes. You’ll love this.” Harry did as he was told, willing to do anything Draco asked of him. He laid Harry down on the table, which he had cast a warming charm on, and reached for something.
Harry felt something cool, wet, and - sticky? - on his chest, down his stomach, and ohmyGod, on his cock. At Harry’s sharp intake of breath, Draco’s soothing words came through. “Trust me.” Harry relaxed, enjoying this new sensation. He heard the soft tap of something being placed on the counter, and the familiar sound of clothing landing on the floor. He let out a whimper, wanting desperately to gaze at his lover’s sensuous body, but he kept his eyes closed, the slightest frown forming on his face, echoing his frustration. Draco let out a chuckle at the sight. “You can open your eyes soon, I promise,” he said in a husky voice.
Harry felt Draco’s body above him, then his tongue laving his chest, licking at whatever he had poured all over Harry. “Mmmm,” Draco moaned, as he explored Harry’s skin, lapping up the sticky substance. As Draco sucked one of his nipples into his mouth, Harry was unable to stop himself. He opened his eyes, grabbed a handful of Draco’s hair and pulled him up into a deep kiss. He could taste Draco mixed with something sweet and a little bit salty on his tongue. It was delicious.
“Honey,” Harry growled. “I’m covered with honey.”
“Mm-hmm,” came the reply, as smouldering grey eyes gazed at him. “Now let me get back to cleaning you up, yeah?” Harry nodded, his eyes closing once again as he savoured the attention Draco was lavishing on him. His expert tongue wreaked havoc with Harry’s brain and body, his need becoming almost too much to bear. Draco licked circles all over his lover’s skin, stopping to suck and bite at those spots he knew drove Harry crazy. His tongue danced over Harry’s stomach, and darted in and out of his bellybutton suggestively. Harry felt the heat of Draco’s breath on his erection, then felt the slow, lingering slide of his tongue making its way down to the base of his cock, and swirling back up, all the while lapping up the honey he had coated him with.
The slow ecstasy of it had Harry on the verge of screaming when Draco took his length into his mouth. Harry still marvelled at his good fortune, having a lover that was so incredibly talented at fellatio. He let out a squeal of pleasure, and could feel Draco smile around him. He was so aroused that he knew he wouldn’t last long. Within moments, he was crying out Draco’s name and coming down his throat.
As his senses caught up with him, Harry could hear the music playing in the background.
‘Pour some sugar on me … ooh, in the name of love.’
