Lucky Loving
Title: Lucky Loving
Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 611
Prompt: "And one more for luck" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
There were certain times when Harry felt truly complete and making love to Draco was one such instance. The other man could stoke such a fire in Harry that he thought he would combust with just one touch, yet he could leave Harry teetering on the brink for hours, begging for release with everything he had in him. Harry loved it.
They were in their bed, the top sheet pulled over them to ward off the slight chill of the air in the room. It was slipping further and further down Harry’s back, though, as he moved with Draco. Their bodies slid together with slick noises, the glide of their chests aided by sweat and splashes of lubricant that had somehow missed their mark.
“Ohh,” Draco gasped out as Harry thrust in slowly, trying to angle his cock in order to brush Draco’s prostate. “Right there.”
“Mmm,” Harry grunted, his throat vibrating. “Like this?”
Draco’s hands shot up to grip at Harry’s biceps when he pulled out, the flexing of his muscles mimicking the pulse of blood in both their bodies.
“Harry…” Draco whined, bring his body forward in order to aid Harry’s penetration of him. One hand moved down Harry’s body to clutch at his arse.
Harry wanted nothing more than to shove into Draco as fast as he could until he reached completion but he held back. Though he knew it would feel good, so good, it was not enough. These slow movements were almost torturous in their slow intensity of pleasure and that was exactly what they both wanted, needed even. It let Harry savour the feeling of being inside Draco, hot and tight, as well as let Draco enjoy being filled by Harry. The reverse could also be true and Draco took advantage of this fact by slipping a finger from the hand that had been previously holding Harry’s arse into his anus.
“Ahh,” Harry groaned, the intrusion adding to the stimulation of his body.
Draco smiled up at him and Harry felt his heart clench at the sight. The entirety of Draco’s body was flushed, from his cheeks to his chest and, further still, to the dark red of his cock resting against his stomach. Harry thought he looked beautiful.
“Please,” Draco whispered as Harry slid into him again and Harry couldn’t deny him. Carefully, he manoeuvred so that he was being supported by one arm only, the other going down to rub at Draco’s cock. Draco started bucking into Harry’s hand and then thrust back against Harry’s own cock, upping the pace of their coupling and Harry put more force into his thrusts, trying to draw them out still but knowing that neither of them would last much longer. Draco’s finger was still buried in Harry’s arse and when Draco suddenly touched his prostate Harry let out a deep, rumbling groan.
“Come on,” Draco chanted between pants, his eyes locked to Harry’s. “So close…”
“Yes…” Harry hissed and all it took was another thrust into Draco, his lover’s finger pressing against his prostate again and Harry was coming, his head dizzy with pleasure and then Draco was coming as well, Harry still pushing into him, a hoarse cry spilling from Draco’s lips as he spilled between their bellies.
Harry’s arm had long since given out by the time he opened his eyes again, nose to nose with Draco. “Love you,” Harry whispered.
“Yeah, you too. Fantastic.”
Harry shifted a little, his body still tingling at the feeling of Draco’s under his. “Mmm. And one more for luck?”
Draco smiled at him. “Your turn,” he said and then they were lost to each other once again.
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Author: elleian
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 611
Prompt: "And one more for luck" from this week's AWDT
Disclaimer: Unless otherwise stated, everything is owned by JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, etc. I do not make any money from this and I have no intent to infringe anyone’s copyright.
There were certain times when Harry felt truly complete and making love to Draco was one such instance. The other man could stoke such a fire in Harry that he thought he would combust with just one touch, yet he could leave Harry teetering on the brink for hours, begging for release with everything he had in him. Harry loved it.
They were in their bed, the top sheet pulled over them to ward off the slight chill of the air in the room. It was slipping further and further down Harry’s back, though, as he moved with Draco. Their bodies slid together with slick noises, the glide of their chests aided by sweat and splashes of lubricant that had somehow missed their mark.
“Ohh,” Draco gasped out as Harry thrust in slowly, trying to angle his cock in order to brush Draco’s prostate. “Right there.”
“Mmm,” Harry grunted, his throat vibrating. “Like this?”
Draco’s hands shot up to grip at Harry’s biceps when he pulled out, the flexing of his muscles mimicking the pulse of blood in both their bodies.
“Harry…” Draco whined, bring his body forward in order to aid Harry’s penetration of him. One hand moved down Harry’s body to clutch at his arse.
Harry wanted nothing more than to shove into Draco as fast as he could until he reached completion but he held back. Though he knew it would feel good, so good, it was not enough. These slow movements were almost torturous in their slow intensity of pleasure and that was exactly what they both wanted, needed even. It let Harry savour the feeling of being inside Draco, hot and tight, as well as let Draco enjoy being filled by Harry. The reverse could also be true and Draco took advantage of this fact by slipping a finger from the hand that had been previously holding Harry’s arse into his anus.
“Ahh,” Harry groaned, the intrusion adding to the stimulation of his body.
Draco smiled up at him and Harry felt his heart clench at the sight. The entirety of Draco’s body was flushed, from his cheeks to his chest and, further still, to the dark red of his cock resting against his stomach. Harry thought he looked beautiful.
“Please,” Draco whispered as Harry slid into him again and Harry couldn’t deny him. Carefully, he manoeuvred so that he was being supported by one arm only, the other going down to rub at Draco’s cock. Draco started bucking into Harry’s hand and then thrust back against Harry’s own cock, upping the pace of their coupling and Harry put more force into his thrusts, trying to draw them out still but knowing that neither of them would last much longer. Draco’s finger was still buried in Harry’s arse and when Draco suddenly touched his prostate Harry let out a deep, rumbling groan.
“Come on,” Draco chanted between pants, his eyes locked to Harry’s. “So close…”
“Yes…” Harry hissed and all it took was another thrust into Draco, his lover’s finger pressing against his prostate again and Harry was coming, his head dizzy with pleasure and then Draco was coming as well, Harry still pushing into him, a hoarse cry spilling from Draco’s lips as he spilled between their bellies.
Harry’s arm had long since given out by the time he opened his eyes again, nose to nose with Draco. “Love you,” Harry whispered.
“Yeah, you too. Fantastic.”
Harry shifted a little, his body still tingling at the feeling of Draco’s under his. “Mmm. And one more for luck?”
Draco smiled at him. “Your turn,” he said and then they were lost to each other once again.
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