Gravity [Part 24] (Harry/Draco; Nc-17)
Title: Gravity [Part 24]
Author: _melodic_
Prompt used:
Word Count: ~780
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Blow Jobs. Light Bondage.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: This is part 24 of a continuous story with 25 parts. Catch up with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22 and Part 23.
Thank you so much to kerrilee75 for the beta! Merry Christmas Eve for those who celebrate <3
The morning sun filters in through the window casting rays of light across Harry’s face. He blearily blinks open his eyes, adjusting to the golden glow that fills his bedroom. Harry reaches out his hand, his heart clenching when, instead of a warm body, his fingers only grasp cool sheets.
Did Draco leave after he fell asleep? Perhaps he snuck out in the morning before Harry woke up. He’s already mentally and emotionally preparing himself for the idea that Draco ran off when he hears footsteps outside the hallway.
“Really Harry, don’t you have any jam that hasn’t expired yet? I didn’t even know jam could go bad.”
“Draco.” Harry’s heart swells at the sight of Draco standing in the doorway. He’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of-oh Merlin, Harry's-pajama bottoms. “Are you making me breakfast?”
“I’m making you toast,” Draco huffs. “Which would be easier if you had anything to put on it.”
“Come here.” Harry grins.
Draco rolls his eyes but complies, climbing into bed and draping himself over Harry’s body. Harry kisses him slowly and purposely, rising his hips to grind his morning erection against Draco’s thickening cock.
“Mmm, good morning,” Draco murmurs against Harry’s lips.
“Indeed,” Harry agrees, wrapping his arms around Draco’s torso and flipping them over.
Draco laughs breathlessly, his eyes dark with desire as they meet Harry’s. Harry plunders his mouth again, pinning Draco down against the bed. Draco looks an absolute tempting sight; his usual perfect hair is sleep-mussed, his lips wet and swollen and his bare chest flushed. Harry wants to keep him there, hard and helpless, tied down to his bed. In fact…
“Accio Gryffindor tie.” The silky material flies from his closet and lands in the palm of his outstretched hand.
“Really, Potter?” Draco raises an eyebrow. “Of course you’d still hang onto your school uniform.”
“Harry,” he reminds, grabbing Draco’s arms and pulling them above his head. He deftly wraps the tie around Draco’s wrist, securing the end to his headboard.
“Harry,” Draco repeats in a low, gravely voice. The sound goes directly to Harry’s cock and it twitches in his pants.
“You look good like this,” Harry growls licking a hot, wet path down his throat and towards his chest.
Draco groans, testing the strength of his restraints and arching his hips off the bed. His prick is vivid beneath his pyjama pants, a long thick line straining against the fabric.
“Come on, Harry,” Draco pleads.
“I like having you at my mercy.” Harry’s tongue flicks at Draco’s nipple, placing open-mouth hot kisses down his stomach. “Unable to move and laid out like a perfect present. Just for me.”
“Please,” Draco begs as Harry moves lower and nips at his exposed hip bone.
“What do you want, Draco?” Harry asks coyly, teasing his thumbs beneath the waistband.
“Suck me,” Draco says huskily and Harry’s cock pulses at the command.
Harry pulls the pyjama bottoms down and off, tossing them carelessly on the ground. Draco’s cock is flushed and swollen, straining towards the ceiling. He looks divine, he looks delicious, he looks positively edible. Harry lowers his mouth, licking a few teasing swipes of his tongue against the tip before swallowing Draco down. Draco cries out, pulling against the tie as he arches towards Harry’s wet mouth.
Draco tastes like perfection-salty and hot, drops of sharp bitterness coating his tongue. He becomes lost in the sensation; drowning in the gorgeous sounds slipping from Draco’s lips, forever gone to the heavy weight of Draco’s cock on his tongue.
Draco’s crying out, rocking his hips with what little leverage he has. Harry can feel Draco’s thighs tensing against his shoulders and suddenly his mouth floods with Draco’s release. His cock throbs inside Harry’s mouth and Harry swallows every drop, relishing in the tart flavour as it slides down his throat.
Harry’s so aroused, so utterly turned on, it doesn’t surprise him when he comes right afterwards. He ruts against the mattress, warm wetness staining the sheets as he humps the bed with his mouth still wrapped around Draco’s waning erection. Draco whimpers softly as Harry pulls off his cock with a slick, wet pop.
Harry spells Draco’s hands loose, the tie releasing his wrists and fluttering onto the pillow. Draco rubs his wrists slightly, a pleased smile spread across his face. Draco stares at Harry dazedly, his expression open and warm. Harry flushes under his intense scrutiny.
“Harry, I think-“ Draco begins.
“Yes?” Harry asks breathlessly.
“I think the toast is burning.”
“Sod the toast.” Harry laughs heartily, climbing back up Draco’s body and pulling the covers over them. Draco’s lips meet his and Harry smiles into the kiss.
~*~*~
Continue with Part 25 [epilogue]
Author: _melodic_
Prompt used:
Word Count: ~780
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Blow Jobs. Light Bondage.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: This is part 24 of a continuous story with 25 parts. Catch up with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22 and Part 23.
Thank you so much to kerrilee75 for the beta! Merry Christmas Eve for those who celebrate <3
The morning sun filters in through the window casting rays of light across Harry’s face. He blearily blinks open his eyes, adjusting to the golden glow that fills his bedroom. Harry reaches out his hand, his heart clenching when, instead of a warm body, his fingers only grasp cool sheets.
Did Draco leave after he fell asleep? Perhaps he snuck out in the morning before Harry woke up. He’s already mentally and emotionally preparing himself for the idea that Draco ran off when he hears footsteps outside the hallway.
“Really Harry, don’t you have any jam that hasn’t expired yet? I didn’t even know jam could go bad.”
“Draco.” Harry’s heart swells at the sight of Draco standing in the doorway. He’s shirtless, only wearing a pair of-oh Merlin, Harry's-pajama bottoms. “Are you making me breakfast?”
“I’m making you toast,” Draco huffs. “Which would be easier if you had anything to put on it.”
“Come here.” Harry grins.
Draco rolls his eyes but complies, climbing into bed and draping himself over Harry’s body. Harry kisses him slowly and purposely, rising his hips to grind his morning erection against Draco’s thickening cock.
“Mmm, good morning,” Draco murmurs against Harry’s lips.
“Indeed,” Harry agrees, wrapping his arms around Draco’s torso and flipping them over.
Draco laughs breathlessly, his eyes dark with desire as they meet Harry’s. Harry plunders his mouth again, pinning Draco down against the bed. Draco looks an absolute tempting sight; his usual perfect hair is sleep-mussed, his lips wet and swollen and his bare chest flushed. Harry wants to keep him there, hard and helpless, tied down to his bed. In fact…
“Accio Gryffindor tie.” The silky material flies from his closet and lands in the palm of his outstretched hand.
“Really, Potter?” Draco raises an eyebrow. “Of course you’d still hang onto your school uniform.”
“Harry,” he reminds, grabbing Draco’s arms and pulling them above his head. He deftly wraps the tie around Draco’s wrist, securing the end to his headboard.
“Harry,” Draco repeats in a low, gravely voice. The sound goes directly to Harry’s cock and it twitches in his pants.
“You look good like this,” Harry growls licking a hot, wet path down his throat and towards his chest.
Draco groans, testing the strength of his restraints and arching his hips off the bed. His prick is vivid beneath his pyjama pants, a long thick line straining against the fabric.
“Come on, Harry,” Draco pleads.
“I like having you at my mercy.” Harry’s tongue flicks at Draco’s nipple, placing open-mouth hot kisses down his stomach. “Unable to move and laid out like a perfect present. Just for me.”
“Please,” Draco begs as Harry moves lower and nips at his exposed hip bone.
“What do you want, Draco?” Harry asks coyly, teasing his thumbs beneath the waistband.
“Suck me,” Draco says huskily and Harry’s cock pulses at the command.
Harry pulls the pyjama bottoms down and off, tossing them carelessly on the ground. Draco’s cock is flushed and swollen, straining towards the ceiling. He looks divine, he looks delicious, he looks positively edible. Harry lowers his mouth, licking a few teasing swipes of his tongue against the tip before swallowing Draco down. Draco cries out, pulling against the tie as he arches towards Harry’s wet mouth.
Draco tastes like perfection-salty and hot, drops of sharp bitterness coating his tongue. He becomes lost in the sensation; drowning in the gorgeous sounds slipping from Draco’s lips, forever gone to the heavy weight of Draco’s cock on his tongue.
Draco’s crying out, rocking his hips with what little leverage he has. Harry can feel Draco’s thighs tensing against his shoulders and suddenly his mouth floods with Draco’s release. His cock throbs inside Harry’s mouth and Harry swallows every drop, relishing in the tart flavour as it slides down his throat.
Harry’s so aroused, so utterly turned on, it doesn’t surprise him when he comes right afterwards. He ruts against the mattress, warm wetness staining the sheets as he humps the bed with his mouth still wrapped around Draco’s waning erection. Draco whimpers softly as Harry pulls off his cock with a slick, wet pop.
Harry spells Draco’s hands loose, the tie releasing his wrists and fluttering onto the pillow. Draco rubs his wrists slightly, a pleased smile spread across his face. Draco stares at Harry dazedly, his expression open and warm. Harry flushes under his intense scrutiny.
“Harry, I think-“ Draco begins.
“Yes?” Harry asks breathlessly.
“I think the toast is burning.”
“Sod the toast.” Harry laughs heartily, climbing back up Draco’s body and pulling the covers over them. Draco’s lips meet his and Harry smiles into the kiss.
~*~*~
Continue with Part 25 [epilogue]