Unsteady 3
Title: Unsteady 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 875
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for booksmartmione, who asked for a sequel to Unsteady 2.
Summary: Harry asks Draco to stay the night, and Draco asks Harry to stay with him.
Draco wavered. Pride demanded he leave, but he was so fucking tired. Hearing Harry ask him to stay was a balm to his battered soul. In a way, it was gratifying to know that Harry still wanted him, but the knowledge left Draco feeling more confused and unsteady than ever. He took in a deep breath and expelled it slowly.
"If I stay, will you stay with me?" asked Draco.
Harry's glance flicked to him in surprise. "Do you want me to?"
It was a bad idea, Draco knew that, but at the moment, nothing sounded better. "Yes," he replied.
Harry led the way to the bedroom and hesitated, as if allowing Draco to set the tone.
Draco responded by grasping the hem of his shirt and tugging it off over his head. He looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow. Harry began unbuttoning his own shirt, fingers moving slowly as if afraid that Draco might change his mind.
Draco had no desire to stop now. He unzipped his trousers and skimmed them off, stepping out of them as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Wearing only his pants, Draco moved to Harry's bed, lying down and waiting as Harry fumbled out of the remainder of his clothing. He joined Draco on the bed, lying next to him without touching.
Draco frowned. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" he drawled.
Harry blinked at him before removing his glasses and setting them on the night stand. "It's just...you're really here," he said.
"I won't be for long if you don't-"
The rest of Draco's tirade ended on a gasp as Harry abruptly rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Harry wedged a knee between Draco's thighs, and Draco opened for him immediately. Harry lowered his head, and Draco turned his at the last instant. Kissing seemed so intimate, and Draco was desperately trying to convince himself that all he wanted was a fuck, something to get him through the lonely days ahead.
Harry settled for pressing his lips to Draco's throat, unerringly nibbling on the spot that always drove Draco mad with want. Draco clenched his teeth to stifle a moan, but it was no use. A soft, low sound of pleasure escaped him, and he felt Harry smile against his skin. It annoyed Draco, and he grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled his head back roughly.
"Fuck me, now," Draco growled.
Harry untangled his hair from Draco's grip and sat up, stripping Draco of his pants as he did so. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant and used it to prepare Draco, taking his time.
Draco was soon squirming on the bed, and he propped himself up on his elbows and demanded Harry get on with it. He let his head fall back with a groan when Harry moved to cover him and joined their bodies with a bold thrust. Draco sank back against the pillows and raised his hips.
Harry's movements were gentle and considerate at first, almost tentative, as if convinced Draco would shatter or disappear. Draco grabbed Harry's arse and pulled him in harder, letting Harry know that he was in no mood for soft and slow. Soft and slow was for lovers, and he and Harry were no longer lovers.
Harry chose that moment to drive in deep and roll his hips, and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head. One leg stole up to drape over Harry's back. Harry repeated the thrust and twist, and Draco's other leg came up. He crossed his ankles at the small of Harry's back and clung to him as their bodies moved together with frantic urgency.
Draco's hands slid up Harry's back and clutched at his shoulder blades, enjoying the flex of sleek muscles beneath his fingertips. Draco exhaled on a harsh pant each time Harry thrust into him. His rim burned where Harry's cock stretched him wide, but it was more pleasurable than painful. Draco writhed under Harry, desperate for release. He pushed a hand between their bodies and gave his cock a few rough tugs.
"Draco," Harry moaned.
The sound of his name tumbling from Harry's lips in the throes of passion proved Draco's undoing. His body tensed, and he cried out as he climaxed, spilling over his fingers and clenching rhythmically around Harry's cock. Harry gasped Draco's name again and thrust in twice more before reaching completion.
Draco welcomed Harry's weight settling atop him. It had been too long. Had anyone else collapsed on him after sex, he would have felt smothered, but with Harry, Draco felt cherished.
Harry pushed himself up on his arms and pulled out of Draco carefully. He gathered Draco into a loose embrace, almost as if he expected Draco to bolt at any moment.
Draco wasn't going anywhere...not tonight, at least. He pressed himself closer to Harry's warmth and slung a thigh over Harry's legs. Gentle fingers began sifting through Draco's hair, lulling him toward the first deep sleep he'd had in weeks.
Unsteady 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 875
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for booksmartmione, who asked for a sequel to Unsteady 2.
Summary: Harry asks Draco to stay the night, and Draco asks Harry to stay with him.
Draco wavered. Pride demanded he leave, but he was so fucking tired. Hearing Harry ask him to stay was a balm to his battered soul. In a way, it was gratifying to know that Harry still wanted him, but the knowledge left Draco feeling more confused and unsteady than ever. He took in a deep breath and expelled it slowly.
"If I stay, will you stay with me?" asked Draco.
Harry's glance flicked to him in surprise. "Do you want me to?"
It was a bad idea, Draco knew that, but at the moment, nothing sounded better. "Yes," he replied.
Harry led the way to the bedroom and hesitated, as if allowing Draco to set the tone.
Draco responded by grasping the hem of his shirt and tugging it off over his head. He looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow. Harry began unbuttoning his own shirt, fingers moving slowly as if afraid that Draco might change his mind.
Draco had no desire to stop now. He unzipped his trousers and skimmed them off, stepping out of them as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Wearing only his pants, Draco moved to Harry's bed, lying down and waiting as Harry fumbled out of the remainder of his clothing. He joined Draco on the bed, lying next to him without touching.
Draco frowned. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" he drawled.
Harry blinked at him before removing his glasses and setting them on the night stand. "It's just...you're really here," he said.
"I won't be for long if you don't-"
The rest of Draco's tirade ended on a gasp as Harry abruptly rolled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. Harry wedged a knee between Draco's thighs, and Draco opened for him immediately. Harry lowered his head, and Draco turned his at the last instant. Kissing seemed so intimate, and Draco was desperately trying to convince himself that all he wanted was a fuck, something to get him through the lonely days ahead.
Harry settled for pressing his lips to Draco's throat, unerringly nibbling on the spot that always drove Draco mad with want. Draco clenched his teeth to stifle a moan, but it was no use. A soft, low sound of pleasure escaped him, and he felt Harry smile against his skin. It annoyed Draco, and he grabbed Harry by the hair and pulled his head back roughly.
"Fuck me, now," Draco growled.
Harry untangled his hair from Draco's grip and sat up, stripping Draco of his pants as he did so. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant and used it to prepare Draco, taking his time.
Draco was soon squirming on the bed, and he propped himself up on his elbows and demanded Harry get on with it. He let his head fall back with a groan when Harry moved to cover him and joined their bodies with a bold thrust. Draco sank back against the pillows and raised his hips.
Harry's movements were gentle and considerate at first, almost tentative, as if convinced Draco would shatter or disappear. Draco grabbed Harry's arse and pulled him in harder, letting Harry know that he was in no mood for soft and slow. Soft and slow was for lovers, and he and Harry were no longer lovers.
Harry chose that moment to drive in deep and roll his hips, and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head. One leg stole up to drape over Harry's back. Harry repeated the thrust and twist, and Draco's other leg came up. He crossed his ankles at the small of Harry's back and clung to him as their bodies moved together with frantic urgency.
Draco's hands slid up Harry's back and clutched at his shoulder blades, enjoying the flex of sleek muscles beneath his fingertips. Draco exhaled on a harsh pant each time Harry thrust into him. His rim burned where Harry's cock stretched him wide, but it was more pleasurable than painful. Draco writhed under Harry, desperate for release. He pushed a hand between their bodies and gave his cock a few rough tugs.
"Draco," Harry moaned.
The sound of his name tumbling from Harry's lips in the throes of passion proved Draco's undoing. His body tensed, and he cried out as he climaxed, spilling over his fingers and clenching rhythmically around Harry's cock. Harry gasped Draco's name again and thrust in twice more before reaching completion.
Draco welcomed Harry's weight settling atop him. It had been too long. Had anyone else collapsed on him after sex, he would have felt smothered, but with Harry, Draco felt cherished.
Harry pushed himself up on his arms and pulled out of Draco carefully. He gathered Draco into a loose embrace, almost as if he expected Draco to bolt at any moment.
Draco wasn't going anywhere...not tonight, at least. He pressed himself closer to Harry's warmth and slung a thigh over Harry's legs. Gentle fingers began sifting through Draco's hair, lulling him toward the first deep sleep he'd had in weeks.
Unsteady 4