Words Swiftly Spoken (H/D, NC-17)
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sesheta66Title: Words Swiftly Spoken
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sesheta_66
Rating: NC-17 (yeah, yeah, it happens occasionally)
Word Count: ~ 940
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
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slythindor100's challenge #66 - to use as many of these words as you can (I used them all, in order): Stress, Kink, Bend, American, Air, Rain, Dishes, Sofa, Line, Argue, Seam, Bread, Want, Height, Bracelet, Leather, Chat, Finger, Greek, Foot. And lo and behold, it fits this week's awdt prompt, "I'm not here for your entertainment.
Warnings: Bondage, Rimming.
Summary: Draco lets slip a little something that he can't take back. Fretting ensues.
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. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
Please observe the age restrictions of your country of residence. This is an ADULT fic, not for underage readers.
The stress on Draco was visible. Harry had brought him to the verge of orgasm, then tauntingly withdrew without allowing him relief. Draco was strapped to the bed, face down now, unable to satisfy himself, unable to break free. This little kink of Draco's had been going on for a while, and he was quickly becoming incoherent.
Harry licked a trail from the bend behind Draco's knee up the inside of his thigh, then relentlessly teased him, coming oh-so-close before trailing down the other side. Draco whimpered, but said no more. He had wanted this, asked for it, and he wasn't planning on giving up so soon. Sure, he was hard as a rock, and aching for Harry to finish what he had started, but he wasn't ready to beg for release just yet.
Earlier that day ...
Just before going away on a trip to his company's American branch, Draco had told Harry about his fantasy, about wanting to be bound, teased, tormented, wanting to relinquish complete control. Harry's face was unreadable, and the four days Draco had been away had proven unbearable, as he feared that he may have said too much, may have pushed Harry away.
When he returned to England, the air was crisp and the rain was coming down in buckets. Afraid this was some sick cosmic reflection of what he was about to face, Draco made his way slowly to their house, dread increasing with every step.
He saw a few dishes in the sink, and Harry's robes on the sofa. Well, he's home, Draco thought. He wondered if he had crossed a line that he could never come back from. Would they argue, or would Harry just tell him to leave? He hadn't spoken to his lover for four long days. Had he ripped apart the seam of their fragile relationship, such that they couldn't recover? Damn it, why had he been so hasty?
As he heard the shower, he hastened to get himself something to settle his stomach. A couple pieces of bread and a glass of Gillywater should do the trick. He looked around to see the only life he wanted now. And he may have blown it all, just for some stupid fantasy. He put his head in his hands and hoped for the best. If this was the end, perhaps it could be a quick and painless break-up.
As Harry entered the room, Draco stood up, raising himself to his full height. He wasn't about to cower now. As he looked at Harry, he saw that he was still wearing the bracelet Draco had given him for his birthday. It was woven leather, and was meant to represent how their lives were intertwined. Well that was a good sign, wasn't it?
"Harry, we need to talk," Draco said, voice quivering despite his determination not to appear weak.
"There will be plenty of time to chat later," Harry said, placing a finger against Draco's mouth. "Wait here. I have a surprise for you."
Draco stopped breathing. Harry didn't mean ... he wasn't going to ... Draco let out a groan as he imagined just what Harry's surprise might be.
He didn't have long to wait before his boyfriend, who looked like a Greek god, clad from head to foot in leather, showed him exactly what he was willing to do for his Slytherin lover.
"Beg me," Harry taunted. "I want to hear you beg for it."
Just as he thought he could take no more, he felt Harry's tongue breach his opening. "Oh, God!" he cried out. "Yes!" He pushed back as best he could to feel more of his lover's hot, moist tongue caressing his inner walls, bringing him to the point of ... yes ... "
Harry pulled back and Draco whimpered loudly at the loss.
"Beg me," he said.
"Please, Harry."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me now. Please."
Harry wasted no time, knowing that Draco needed no more preparation, not after the hour Harry had been teasing and tormenting him. Harry too was ready to explode soon. So soon, in fact, that he knew he wouldn't last long. With one swift thrust forward, he was deeply seated in Draco's hot channel, and God did it feel wonderful.
"Yes!" Draco hissed. After a short moment, he pressed back, letting Harry know he could move.
Harry pulled out achingly slowly, then thrust back in, striking Draco's prostate and eliciting a guttural scream from the blonde. They quickly established a rhythm, and incoherent babbling of "more ... please ... harder ... oh yes ... right there" echoed through the room. Neither of them lasted long, Draco coming first, with Harry only a few strokes behind him.
Harry undid the bindings, and pulled his sweat-soaked and spent lover in for a slow and sumptuous kiss. As they broke apart, Harry asked, "You know what I think, Draco?"
"Mmm?"
"I think we should act out your fantasies more often."
"Oh, really?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised.
Harry lied back, hand behind his head, and closed his eyes. "Mm-hmm. Most definitely."
"Well, then," Draco said, trailing a path down Harry's torso with his fingers. "About that leather number you were wearing earlier ..."
Harry looked a little apprehensive at the predatory look in Draco's eyes. "Yes?" he asked with trepidation.
"Well, next time I'd love to see you perform for me in that." The glint in his eyes was positively feral.
"I'm not here for your entertainment, Draco!" Harry said, not quite sure he wanted to know what Draco meant by 'perform'.
"Oh, yes you are, Harry. Yes you are."
Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: NC-17 (yeah, yeah, it happens occasionally)
Word Count: ~ 940
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Challenge:
slythindor100's challenge #66 - to use as many of these words as you can (I used them all, in order): Stress, Kink, Bend, American, Air, Rain, Dishes, Sofa, Line, Argue, Seam, Bread, Want, Height, Bracelet, Leather, Chat, Finger, Greek, Foot. And lo and behold, it fits this week's awdt prompt, "I'm not here for your entertainment.Warnings: Bondage, Rimming.
Summary: Draco lets slip a little something that he can't take back. Fretting ensues.
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. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
Please observe the age restrictions of your country of residence. This is an ADULT fic, not for underage readers.
The stress on Draco was visible. Harry had brought him to the verge of orgasm, then tauntingly withdrew without allowing him relief. Draco was strapped to the bed, face down now, unable to satisfy himself, unable to break free. This little kink of Draco's had been going on for a while, and he was quickly becoming incoherent.
Harry licked a trail from the bend behind Draco's knee up the inside of his thigh, then relentlessly teased him, coming oh-so-close before trailing down the other side. Draco whimpered, but said no more. He had wanted this, asked for it, and he wasn't planning on giving up so soon. Sure, he was hard as a rock, and aching for Harry to finish what he had started, but he wasn't ready to beg for release just yet.
Earlier that day ...
Just before going away on a trip to his company's American branch, Draco had told Harry about his fantasy, about wanting to be bound, teased, tormented, wanting to relinquish complete control. Harry's face was unreadable, and the four days Draco had been away had proven unbearable, as he feared that he may have said too much, may have pushed Harry away.
When he returned to England, the air was crisp and the rain was coming down in buckets. Afraid this was some sick cosmic reflection of what he was about to face, Draco made his way slowly to their house, dread increasing with every step.
He saw a few dishes in the sink, and Harry's robes on the sofa. Well, he's home, Draco thought. He wondered if he had crossed a line that he could never come back from. Would they argue, or would Harry just tell him to leave? He hadn't spoken to his lover for four long days. Had he ripped apart the seam of their fragile relationship, such that they couldn't recover? Damn it, why had he been so hasty?
As he heard the shower, he hastened to get himself something to settle his stomach. A couple pieces of bread and a glass of Gillywater should do the trick. He looked around to see the only life he wanted now. And he may have blown it all, just for some stupid fantasy. He put his head in his hands and hoped for the best. If this was the end, perhaps it could be a quick and painless break-up.
As Harry entered the room, Draco stood up, raising himself to his full height. He wasn't about to cower now. As he looked at Harry, he saw that he was still wearing the bracelet Draco had given him for his birthday. It was woven leather, and was meant to represent how their lives were intertwined. Well that was a good sign, wasn't it?
"Harry, we need to talk," Draco said, voice quivering despite his determination not to appear weak.
"There will be plenty of time to chat later," Harry said, placing a finger against Draco's mouth. "Wait here. I have a surprise for you."
Draco stopped breathing. Harry didn't mean ... he wasn't going to ... Draco let out a groan as he imagined just what Harry's surprise might be.
He didn't have long to wait before his boyfriend, who looked like a Greek god, clad from head to foot in leather, showed him exactly what he was willing to do for his Slytherin lover.
"Beg me," Harry taunted. "I want to hear you beg for it."
Just as he thought he could take no more, he felt Harry's tongue breach his opening. "Oh, God!" he cried out. "Yes!" He pushed back as best he could to feel more of his lover's hot, moist tongue caressing his inner walls, bringing him to the point of ... yes ... "
Harry pulled back and Draco whimpered loudly at the loss.
"Beg me," he said.
"Please, Harry."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me now. Please."
Harry wasted no time, knowing that Draco needed no more preparation, not after the hour Harry had been teasing and tormenting him. Harry too was ready to explode soon. So soon, in fact, that he knew he wouldn't last long. With one swift thrust forward, he was deeply seated in Draco's hot channel, and God did it feel wonderful.
"Yes!" Draco hissed. After a short moment, he pressed back, letting Harry know he could move.
Harry pulled out achingly slowly, then thrust back in, striking Draco's prostate and eliciting a guttural scream from the blonde. They quickly established a rhythm, and incoherent babbling of "more ... please ... harder ... oh yes ... right there" echoed through the room. Neither of them lasted long, Draco coming first, with Harry only a few strokes behind him.
Harry undid the bindings, and pulled his sweat-soaked and spent lover in for a slow and sumptuous kiss. As they broke apart, Harry asked, "You know what I think, Draco?"
"Mmm?"
"I think we should act out your fantasies more often."
"Oh, really?" Draco asked, eyebrows raised.
Harry lied back, hand behind his head, and closed his eyes. "Mm-hmm. Most definitely."
"Well, then," Draco said, trailing a path down Harry's torso with his fingers. "About that leather number you were wearing earlier ..."
Harry looked a little apprehensive at the predatory look in Draco's eyes. "Yes?" he asked with trepidation.
"Well, next time I'd love to see you perform for me in that." The glint in his eyes was positively feral.
"I'm not here for your entertainment, Draco!" Harry said, not quite sure he wanted to know what Draco meant by 'perform'.
"Oh, yes you are, Harry. Yes you are."
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Date: 2007-09-18 02:30 am (UTC)Very hot hon! Very, very hot. *g*
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Date: 2007-09-18 02:47 am (UTC)*squishes you back* ... yeah, the smut happens occasionally. Preparation for my eros_affair fic.
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Date: 2007-09-18 02:49 am (UTC)"Careful what you wish for" and all that.
Uh, yeah. Definitely. Especially if you have a boyfriend whose inner Slytherin is bound to pop up. Hehe.
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Date: 2007-09-18 11:03 am (UTC)Glad you liked it. It really did just come out of nowhere ... materialized out of thin air, if you will.
Ooooh ... JKR is coming to Toronto. Man, I hope I win tickets.
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Date: 2007-09-18 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-18 11:05 am (UTC)Alas, I've been down that marriage road before *shudders* and even the thought gives me the heebie-jeebies now.
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Date: 2007-09-18 11:50 am (UTC)(Draco should have had a litte more faith!)
Blisteringly hot, my dear!
:)
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Date: 2007-09-18 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-18 03:43 pm (UTC)*fanning herself with one hand while typing with the other*
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Date: 2007-09-18 06:50 pm (UTC)Draco is one lucky boy indeed. :D
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Date: 2007-09-18 09:29 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-09-18 09:30 pm (UTC)Glad you liked.
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Date: 2007-09-19 09:27 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, hon.
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Date: 2007-09-21 10:10 am (UTC)Mmmm ... I do like my Harry in leather, though. Mmmm.
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Date: 2007-09-24 02:15 am (UTC)Harry in leather
Draco strapped down
One hour
*shivers delightfully*
Excuse me whilst I go stick my head in the freezer
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