Dirty Again
Title: Dirty Again
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word Count: 935
Written as: A birthday gift for knic26, whose prompt was soap. Such a nice, clean prompt, and I made it so dirty. *irons ears*
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Harry gets Malfoy to agree to some good, clean fun.
"Oi, Malfoy," hollered Creektree. "Why don't you share some of that poncy soap?"
"Get your own poncy soap, you tosser," Malfoy fired back as he made his way to the showers with a bar of his personal soap in hand. The rest of his Quidditch teammates used the soap dispensers that were in each shower cubicle, but Malfoy always took his own soap with him when he showered after practice or a game.
Harry watched Malfoy saunter away from them. Most of their teammates were already showered and out the door after an early morning practice. Creektree was tugging his shirt on, while Harry had only managed to step into his pants.
"See you tomorrow, Potter," Creektree called over his shoulder as he bustled out of the dressing room.
Leaving Harry alone with Malfoy.
Harry stripped off his pants, grabbed another towel, and headed back to the showers. He could see Malfoy's head and shoulders above the door to the shower cubicle he was using, and Harry spoke loudly enough to be heard over the spray of water. "Let me try some of that poncy soap."
Malfoy turned to face Harry, pushing wet hair out of his eyes as he did so. "Didn't you already take your shower?" he asked.
Harry nodded, ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and said, "I felt dirty again."
This was it--the moment of truth. Either Malfoy would tell him to get lost, or he would invite Harry to join him.
"It's not soap, Potter."
Harry blinked. That wasn't one of the responses he was expecting. "If it's not soap, then what is it?" he asked.
"It's a special lubricant," Malfoy told him with a sly smile. "I crafted it myself."
Harry's cock surged, and he took hold of the top of the shower door for support. "Why would you be needing lube in the shower?" he husked.
Malfoy's smile widened into a smirk. "For wanking, of course."
Harry's grip tightened, and his cock throbbed. "I could...give you a hand with that," he suggested.
Malfoy's head tilted to one side as he considered the offer. "Alright, Potter," he consented. "I can see I'll get no peace from you until you get a piece of me." He pushed open the door to his shower stall and beckoned Harry inside.
Harry flung his towel on the floor and joined his teammate in the cramped cubicle. "I hope you like taking it," he murmured.
In answer, Malfoy sidled past Harry, handed him the bar of poncy soap and took hold of the top of the shower door before spreading his legs wide. "Get on with it, you slavering crup," he ordered. The sparkle in his eyes indicated he was in a playful mood.
Harry rubbed the bar of soap in his hands, but rather than create lather, it caused his hands to become slick. "Brilliant," he breathed. He set the soap on the small shelf under the showerhead and worked two lubed fingers into Malfoy's waiting hole.
Malfoy moaned in response.
"Better than wanking?" Harry breathed in his ear.
"Mm, yeah. More."
Harry added a third finger and pumped them in and out. His erect cock was flushed and aching as he watched Malfoy roll his hips and grind himself on his fingers. Unable to wait any longer, Harry pulled his fingers free and aimed his cock at Malfoy's dilated hole. He breached the loosened ring of muscle with an emphatic thrust and sank into Malfoy's silky heat.
"Oh fuck, Potter."
"Don't mind if I do," Harry rumbled. One of his hands landed next to Malfoy's on top of the door while the other splayed across his teammate's abdomen. Harry used his hand on Malfoy to pull him back into each thrust as they fucked there in the shower. The door banged and rattled in its frame, but it held up to the abuse.
"Selfish arse, give me a hand," snarled Malfoy.
Harry bared his teeth in a wicked grin as he grasped Malfoy's prick and gave it a few lazy strokes. "Like this?" he teased.
"Harder, damn you!"
Harry chuckled darkly and began pumping his fist roughly up and down Malfoy's shaft. At the same time, he continued pounding his own cock into Malfoy's tight hole. It was brilliant, all of it. The warm water cascading down his back, Malfoy's wet skin sliding against his own, the feel of Malfoy's heavy cock in his hand, and the glorious sensation of Malfoy's channel clenching around him. "Not going to last," he muttered.
"Come on, come on," chanted Malfoy, fucking Harry's fist and pushing his arse back to suck Harry's cock in deeper.
Harry slammed in hard and came with a grunt. His fingers tightened around Malfoy's prick, squeezing his teammate's climax from him. Malfoy shuddered in the cage of Harry's arms, and his jerking cock painted white stripes on the shower door. He sagged against the door, and Harry slumped over his back.
Malfoy tolerated it while he caught his breath, and then he prodded Harry with an elbow. "You've had your fun," he said. "Now get out and let me finish showering."
Harry grumbled under his breath, but he uncoupled them and stepped back. "Why the rush?" he complained. "The others have all left."
Malfoy pushed open the shower door and jostled Harry out. "Run along, Potter," he said. "I have a lunch date to get ready for."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Word Count: 935
Written as: A birthday gift for knic26, whose prompt was soap. Such a nice, clean prompt, and I made it so dirty. *irons ears*
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al.
Summary: Harry gets Malfoy to agree to some good, clean fun.
"Oi, Malfoy," hollered Creektree. "Why don't you share some of that poncy soap?"
"Get your own poncy soap, you tosser," Malfoy fired back as he made his way to the showers with a bar of his personal soap in hand. The rest of his Quidditch teammates used the soap dispensers that were in each shower cubicle, but Malfoy always took his own soap with him when he showered after practice or a game.
Harry watched Malfoy saunter away from them. Most of their teammates were already showered and out the door after an early morning practice. Creektree was tugging his shirt on, while Harry had only managed to step into his pants.
"See you tomorrow, Potter," Creektree called over his shoulder as he bustled out of the dressing room.
Leaving Harry alone with Malfoy.
Harry stripped off his pants, grabbed another towel, and headed back to the showers. He could see Malfoy's head and shoulders above the door to the shower cubicle he was using, and Harry spoke loudly enough to be heard over the spray of water. "Let me try some of that poncy soap."
Malfoy turned to face Harry, pushing wet hair out of his eyes as he did so. "Didn't you already take your shower?" he asked.
Harry nodded, ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and said, "I felt dirty again."
This was it--the moment of truth. Either Malfoy would tell him to get lost, or he would invite Harry to join him.
"It's not soap, Potter."
Harry blinked. That wasn't one of the responses he was expecting. "If it's not soap, then what is it?" he asked.
"It's a special lubricant," Malfoy told him with a sly smile. "I crafted it myself."
Harry's cock surged, and he took hold of the top of the shower door for support. "Why would you be needing lube in the shower?" he husked.
Malfoy's smile widened into a smirk. "For wanking, of course."
Harry's grip tightened, and his cock throbbed. "I could...give you a hand with that," he suggested.
Malfoy's head tilted to one side as he considered the offer. "Alright, Potter," he consented. "I can see I'll get no peace from you until you get a piece of me." He pushed open the door to his shower stall and beckoned Harry inside.
Harry flung his towel on the floor and joined his teammate in the cramped cubicle. "I hope you like taking it," he murmured.
In answer, Malfoy sidled past Harry, handed him the bar of poncy soap and took hold of the top of the shower door before spreading his legs wide. "Get on with it, you slavering crup," he ordered. The sparkle in his eyes indicated he was in a playful mood.
Harry rubbed the bar of soap in his hands, but rather than create lather, it caused his hands to become slick. "Brilliant," he breathed. He set the soap on the small shelf under the showerhead and worked two lubed fingers into Malfoy's waiting hole.
Malfoy moaned in response.
"Better than wanking?" Harry breathed in his ear.
"Mm, yeah. More."
Harry added a third finger and pumped them in and out. His erect cock was flushed and aching as he watched Malfoy roll his hips and grind himself on his fingers. Unable to wait any longer, Harry pulled his fingers free and aimed his cock at Malfoy's dilated hole. He breached the loosened ring of muscle with an emphatic thrust and sank into Malfoy's silky heat.
"Oh fuck, Potter."
"Don't mind if I do," Harry rumbled. One of his hands landed next to Malfoy's on top of the door while the other splayed across his teammate's abdomen. Harry used his hand on Malfoy to pull him back into each thrust as they fucked there in the shower. The door banged and rattled in its frame, but it held up to the abuse.
"Selfish arse, give me a hand," snarled Malfoy.
Harry bared his teeth in a wicked grin as he grasped Malfoy's prick and gave it a few lazy strokes. "Like this?" he teased.
"Harder, damn you!"
Harry chuckled darkly and began pumping his fist roughly up and down Malfoy's shaft. At the same time, he continued pounding his own cock into Malfoy's tight hole. It was brilliant, all of it. The warm water cascading down his back, Malfoy's wet skin sliding against his own, the feel of Malfoy's heavy cock in his hand, and the glorious sensation of Malfoy's channel clenching around him. "Not going to last," he muttered.
"Come on, come on," chanted Malfoy, fucking Harry's fist and pushing his arse back to suck Harry's cock in deeper.
Harry slammed in hard and came with a grunt. His fingers tightened around Malfoy's prick, squeezing his teammate's climax from him. Malfoy shuddered in the cage of Harry's arms, and his jerking cock painted white stripes on the shower door. He sagged against the door, and Harry slumped over his back.
Malfoy tolerated it while he caught his breath, and then he prodded Harry with an elbow. "You've had your fun," he said. "Now get out and let me finish showering."
Harry grumbled under his breath, but he uncoupled them and stepped back. "Why the rush?" he complained. "The others have all left."
Malfoy pushed open the shower door and jostled Harry out. "Run along, Potter," he said. "I have a lunch date to get ready for."