"Can't Stop" - Harry/Draco
Title: Can't Stop
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 550
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Hate sex?
Created for: hp_may_madness DAY 11
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.
Notes: Unbetaed. Written after a 10 hour day at work, 2.5 hour CAPTAIN AMERICA Movie, 25 minutes on the elliptical, 1 hot shower, and 1 hour of internet browsing, at 1 am.
Summary: Harry hates Malfoy and this has just got to stop. The sex. Not the hating. Because Malfoy is a git.
The scented candles were a bit much, Harry thought, but he also knew that Malfoy was mocking him. Harry had told him that this was the last time. After this, he wasn’t going to come by anymore, and they were going to stop.
Harry had to stop.
He couldn’t just continue a no-strings-attached sexual exploit with Malfoy. This wasn’t Harry. What Malfoy was doing to him…wasn’t Harry. What if Harry actually enjoyed being on his hands and knees as Malfoy pressed into him from behind. What if Harry kind of liked the way Malfoy held his hips and caressed his back gently after he’d spill inside Harry.
This wasn’t love. Hell, it wasn’t even a relationship.
Malfoy was, is, and always would be a complete git.
He was selfish, still mean to everyone, and used his family money to get favours. Sure, he wasn’t doing anything illegal, and he wasn’t hurting anyone. But, it didn’t mean he was a nice person. He was never a nice person. He was, forever and always, Malfoy.
And Harry hated him.
The first time they’d done this, it was mostly because Harry had thought that Malfoy would back down. He never did. He invited Harry all the way into his flat, poured them shots of Firewhisky, removed Harry’s clothes one at a time, and knelt down in front of him. He’d taken Harry all the way inside his mouth until the head of Harry’s cock pressed against the back of his throat. He’d been a fucking genius with giving head, and of course, had indicated so otherwise.
Harry thoroughly hated him. And that was why this had to stop.
Harry groaned when Malfoy reached down and grabbed Harry’s erection, squeezing it tight. He knew Harry liked it like that, even though he’d never said so. Somehow, he just knew how Harry liked Malfoy to pump him in rhythmic motion as he came inside Harry.
Whenever they were done with fucking, Malfoy just turned over and started to get dressed. Sometimes, he’d walk out into his balcony and light up a cigarette. He was never the cuddly type. He didn’t wish to stay in the bedroom and talk. Not that Harry wanted to stay and cuddle or talk, he just … He just felt used. If he stayed in the room after Malfoy returned, Malfoy never asked Harry why he was still there, but when Harry would go to leave, he never asked Harry to stay either.
Maybe it was because Harry would have liked to be asked to stay. Not that he would have stayed. Because Malfoy was a wanker and Harry hated him.
This was going to stop!
As Harry dressed to go home, knowing fully well that this was their last night ever. Malfoy didn’t simply turn over, got dressed, or walked out to the balcony.
He lay in bed and watched Harry.
Harry could feel Malfoy’s eyes roam all over him; they were practically burning a hole on Harry’s back.
“What?” Harry asked finally when he couldn’t take it anymore. Now if he thought about it, it was better when Malfoy wasn’t in the room, there was less pressure on him.
Malfoy shrugged and lit a cigarette in bed. “You’ll be back,” he said.
Trouble was, Harry knew he was right. next part: stopping it
Author/Artist: digthewriter
Word Count: 550
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Hate sex?
Created for: hp_may_madness DAY 11
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.
Notes: Unbetaed. Written after a 10 hour day at work, 2.5 hour CAPTAIN AMERICA Movie, 25 minutes on the elliptical, 1 hot shower, and 1 hour of internet browsing, at 1 am.
Summary: Harry hates Malfoy and this has just got to stop. The sex. Not the hating. Because Malfoy is a git.
The scented candles were a bit much, Harry thought, but he also knew that Malfoy was mocking him. Harry had told him that this was the last time. After this, he wasn’t going to come by anymore, and they were going to stop.
Harry had to stop.
He couldn’t just continue a no-strings-attached sexual exploit with Malfoy. This wasn’t Harry. What Malfoy was doing to him…wasn’t Harry. What if Harry actually enjoyed being on his hands and knees as Malfoy pressed into him from behind. What if Harry kind of liked the way Malfoy held his hips and caressed his back gently after he’d spill inside Harry.
This wasn’t love. Hell, it wasn’t even a relationship.
Malfoy was, is, and always would be a complete git.
He was selfish, still mean to everyone, and used his family money to get favours. Sure, he wasn’t doing anything illegal, and he wasn’t hurting anyone. But, it didn’t mean he was a nice person. He was never a nice person. He was, forever and always, Malfoy.
And Harry hated him.
The first time they’d done this, it was mostly because Harry had thought that Malfoy would back down. He never did. He invited Harry all the way into his flat, poured them shots of Firewhisky, removed Harry’s clothes one at a time, and knelt down in front of him. He’d taken Harry all the way inside his mouth until the head of Harry’s cock pressed against the back of his throat. He’d been a fucking genius with giving head, and of course, had indicated so otherwise.
Harry thoroughly hated him. And that was why this had to stop.
Harry groaned when Malfoy reached down and grabbed Harry’s erection, squeezing it tight. He knew Harry liked it like that, even though he’d never said so. Somehow, he just knew how Harry liked Malfoy to pump him in rhythmic motion as he came inside Harry.
Whenever they were done with fucking, Malfoy just turned over and started to get dressed. Sometimes, he’d walk out into his balcony and light up a cigarette. He was never the cuddly type. He didn’t wish to stay in the bedroom and talk. Not that Harry wanted to stay and cuddle or talk, he just … He just felt used. If he stayed in the room after Malfoy returned, Malfoy never asked Harry why he was still there, but when Harry would go to leave, he never asked Harry to stay either.
Maybe it was because Harry would have liked to be asked to stay. Not that he would have stayed. Because Malfoy was a wanker and Harry hated him.
This was going to stop!
As Harry dressed to go home, knowing fully well that this was their last night ever. Malfoy didn’t simply turn over, got dressed, or walked out to the balcony.
He lay in bed and watched Harry.
Harry could feel Malfoy’s eyes roam all over him; they were practically burning a hole on Harry’s back.
“What?” Harry asked finally when he couldn’t take it anymore. Now if he thought about it, it was better when Malfoy wasn’t in the room, there was less pressure on him.
Malfoy shrugged and lit a cigarette in bed. “You’ll be back,” he said.
Trouble was, Harry knew he was right. next part: stopping it