(HP) Fic: Draco Doesn't Share, He Really Doesn't, I Swear
Title: Draco Doesn't Share, He Really Doesn't, I Swear
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Words: 574
Warnings: Slash, Mature-Audiences only
Summary: Draco falls back into his old ways when Harry takes the single bed.
Beta: None
A/N: Written for enchanted_jae, prompt H/D and single bed. I haven't written fanfic in close to five years, sooooooo I hope I'm not as rusty as I thought. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for this one. Maybe I should take another prompt...
Draco Doesn't Share, He Really Doesn't, I Swear
“Potter, move!”
Draco stood by the bed tapping his foot impatiently. Harry took his arm off his eyes and stared back. “No thanks, Dracco.”
“It’s a twin bed, Potter. We’re not twins. I want the single bed, Potter.”
“And why do you want a single bed?”
“Because I’m single. Now move.”
“Oh, well if that’s what you say then…” Harry got up and walked out of the room.
Draco climbed into the bed and listened to his footsteps down the hall. They stopped suddenly and all was quiet. He held his breath and listened more closely. Nothing.
“Potter,” he called. No answer. “Potter!”
Still no answer. Draco took a deep breath. “Harry…” he said, his words coming out in almost a whisper, a prayer.
It was a few moments before Harry ducked his head back in the small room, without a word. Draco had almost thought he wasn’t coming back, he hadn’t heard him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again.
Harry stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He said nothing.
“Harry, you know I don’t share well. It feels wrong.”
“You mean we feel wrong…”
Draco got up fast, shaking his head quickly. “No, no, I’m sorry I never meant it that way. Please, just come sit.”
Harry bit the inside corner of his lip with frustration, but walked across the room. He sat on the end of the bed, away from Draco.
Draco sighed, moving close to Harry. He placed his hands on each side of Harry’s head and placed his forehead against Harry’s, eyes closed, breath shuddering. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
“You’re sure you don’t mean, ‘Potter’?”
Draco kissed him lightly a first, a soft peck, breath dancing across his lips. Harry sighed, but did not move. Draco moved closer. He put one leg over Harry’s lap, straddling him and pulling his closer. His fingers carded through Harry’s dark hair as he kissed him again, longer, sweeter, their lips moist as Draco snogged him restless, trying to make up for it all. He felt Harry’s resolve breaking, grabbing Draco’s waist impatiently and snogging with fervor.
Draco broke away only briefly, trying to catch his breath. “Harry,” he shuddered, “we can make the best of this. We can be twins, joined at the…”
Harry smiled, leaning in and capturing Draco’s lips again. Their clothing peeled off easily, with hands trained to each other’s bodies. Draco laid back on the bed, Harry sidling up behind him. Harry kissed his shoulders, his neck, his lips as Draco tipped his head back. Draco inhaled quickly, a hiss over his wet lips, as Harry entered him, slowly, passionately.
“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered again, voice catching in his throat with each thrust.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry smiled, nipping at Draco’s bottom lip.
He buried his face in Draco’s neck, biting the soft, pale skin of his bare shoulder. His hand slid across Draco’s waist, down his stomach, taking his cock in his hand. A slow teasing stroke for every thrust.
Draco didn’t say another word. Harry was sure he forgot his own name as he moaned and mumbled in Merlin’s name. They spooned together, silently, sated, through the rest of the night. It was probably the last time they’d hole up in this cottage to escape the world. Probably the last time they would share a single bed. But Draco was in no way single and wouldn’t complain about the bed again for the rest of the trip.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Words: 574
Warnings: Slash, Mature-Audiences only
Summary: Draco falls back into his old ways when Harry takes the single bed.
Beta: None
A/N: Written for enchanted_jae, prompt H/D and single bed. I haven't written fanfic in close to five years, sooooooo I hope I'm not as rusty as I thought. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for this one. Maybe I should take another prompt...
Draco Doesn't Share, He Really Doesn't, I Swear
“Potter, move!”
Draco stood by the bed tapping his foot impatiently. Harry took his arm off his eyes and stared back. “No thanks, Dracco.”
“It’s a twin bed, Potter. We’re not twins. I want the single bed, Potter.”
“And why do you want a single bed?”
“Because I’m single. Now move.”
“Oh, well if that’s what you say then…” Harry got up and walked out of the room.
Draco climbed into the bed and listened to his footsteps down the hall. They stopped suddenly and all was quiet. He held his breath and listened more closely. Nothing.
“Potter,” he called. No answer. “Potter!”
Still no answer. Draco took a deep breath. “Harry…” he said, his words coming out in almost a whisper, a prayer.
It was a few moments before Harry ducked his head back in the small room, without a word. Draco had almost thought he wasn’t coming back, he hadn’t heard him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again.
Harry stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He said nothing.
“Harry, you know I don’t share well. It feels wrong.”
“You mean we feel wrong…”
Draco got up fast, shaking his head quickly. “No, no, I’m sorry I never meant it that way. Please, just come sit.”
Harry bit the inside corner of his lip with frustration, but walked across the room. He sat on the end of the bed, away from Draco.
Draco sighed, moving close to Harry. He placed his hands on each side of Harry’s head and placed his forehead against Harry’s, eyes closed, breath shuddering. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
“You’re sure you don’t mean, ‘Potter’?”
Draco kissed him lightly a first, a soft peck, breath dancing across his lips. Harry sighed, but did not move. Draco moved closer. He put one leg over Harry’s lap, straddling him and pulling his closer. His fingers carded through Harry’s dark hair as he kissed him again, longer, sweeter, their lips moist as Draco snogged him restless, trying to make up for it all. He felt Harry’s resolve breaking, grabbing Draco’s waist impatiently and snogging with fervor.
Draco broke away only briefly, trying to catch his breath. “Harry,” he shuddered, “we can make the best of this. We can be twins, joined at the…”
Harry smiled, leaning in and capturing Draco’s lips again. Their clothing peeled off easily, with hands trained to each other’s bodies. Draco laid back on the bed, Harry sidling up behind him. Harry kissed his shoulders, his neck, his lips as Draco tipped his head back. Draco inhaled quickly, a hiss over his wet lips, as Harry entered him, slowly, passionately.
“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered again, voice catching in his throat with each thrust.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” Harry smiled, nipping at Draco’s bottom lip.
He buried his face in Draco’s neck, biting the soft, pale skin of his bare shoulder. His hand slid across Draco’s waist, down his stomach, taking his cock in his hand. A slow teasing stroke for every thrust.
Draco didn’t say another word. Harry was sure he forgot his own name as he moaned and mumbled in Merlin’s name. They spooned together, silently, sated, through the rest of the night. It was probably the last time they’d hole up in this cottage to escape the world. Probably the last time they would share a single bed. But Draco was in no way single and wouldn’t complain about the bed again for the rest of the trip.