Welcomed Back
Title: Welcomed Back
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: 815
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 oogies4u, using the prompts snuggling, make up sex
★ Birthday gift for knowmefirst, using the prompts snow, stuck outside
★ This is a sequel to Welcome Back
Summary: A candle in the window welcomes Harry home.
Harry trudged through the snow, head bent against the stiff breeze and hands stuffed in his pockets. It was a short walk home from the Apparition point, and he hadn't bothered with a warming charm. Besides, if Draco was still in a strop, Harry would be better prepared to face his husband's frosty glares. Harry wondered if he'd be stuck outside. It wouldn't surprise him if Draco had changed the wards.
As Harry drew nearer to the house, he finally raised his head, hoping it wasn't completely dark. He was pleasantly surprised to note it was quite the opposite. In fact, one window in particular framed a brightly burning candle. Draco must have placed it there, almost as if...
...as if he were welcoming someone home.
Harry's heart swelled with hope. Maybe Draco regretted their row this morning as much as Harry did. Bolstered by the thought, Harry quickened his pace, almost jogging the last few steps to the front door. It opened easily to him, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Harry removed his coat and boots before padding into the parlor in search of his husband. He found Draco sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
Draco glanced up and looked down again so quickly that Harry wondered if he had imagined the glimmer of hope and relief in his husband's eyes. He cleared his throat and made a tentative attempt at conversation. "It looks nice in here," said Harry. "Very inviting."
"Thank you," Draco responded.
Harry tried again. "The candle in the window is a nice touch."
Draco flicked another uncertain glance his way and said, "I wanted to be sure you could find your way home."
Harry didn't miss the way Draco's shoulders hunched as he seemed to draw in on himself. Harry's throat tightened. He crossed the room and joined Draco on the sofa. Harry summoned his renowned bravery and laid one hand on Draco's leg. "I'll always find my way home to you," he promised in a gruff voice.
It was difficult to say which of them made the first move. All Harry knew was a sense of profound relief to have his husband in his arms again. They kissed in front of the fire, until their passions grew hotter than the flames. Harry began removing various articles of clothing, alternating between his and Draco's until they were both nude.
Draco lay back against the cushions and coaxed Harry on top of him with urgent hands. Harry settled his weight carefully atop his husband, wiggling his hips a bit and groaning when Draco parted his legs to make room. Harry fumbled for the tube of lubricant they kept hidden in between the cushions for emergencies and used the contents to prepare his husband.
Draco squirmed and sighed and moaned as Harry's fingers plunged in and out, scissoring and stretching him. He was frantic and panting by the time Harry withdrew his fingers and moved to cover him again.
Harry pushed slowly inside of Draco, savoring the moment of penetration. He loved it when Draco clenched around him. Harry established a slow rhythm of strokes, driving deeper on each successive thrust until his body was pressed as closely to Draco's as was possible.
When Harry stopped moving, Draco opened his eyes. His expression softened. "Harry," Draco breathed.
Harry's name had never sounded so perfect, and he was compelled to seize Draco's lips in a grateful kiss. Draco arched uncontrollably beneath him, and Harry's hips jolted into motion. He would have liked to continue kissing Draco as their bodies melded together, but he needed to breathe. Harry settled for nipping and licking his husband's cheek and jaw and throat. He smiled against Draco's skin when he felt his husband work a hand between them to speed things along.
Harry heard Draco's breath hitch an instant before Draco climaxed. Harry stopped moving. There was something magical about simply pausing to experience Draco's pleasure. Draco's body clamped down on Harry's shaft and squeezed as he spasmed in the throes of passion. Barely had Draco begun to relax before Harry was moving again. He thrust into Draco, harder and faster until he was caught up in his own pleasure. Harry's body shuddered as he filled Draco with the pulses of his release.
When their passions had been sated, Harry and Draco lay entwined on the sofa, covered by a cozy quilt. Harry sifted his fingers through Draco's hair, smoothing the tangles from it. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I am, as well," said Draco.
They had reconnected and apologized; there was nothing more to be said.
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: 815
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 oogies4u, using the prompts snuggling, make up sex
★ Birthday gift for knowmefirst, using the prompts snow, stuck outside
★ This is a sequel to Welcome Back
Summary: A candle in the window welcomes Harry home.
Harry trudged through the snow, head bent against the stiff breeze and hands stuffed in his pockets. It was a short walk home from the Apparition point, and he hadn't bothered with a warming charm. Besides, if Draco was still in a strop, Harry would be better prepared to face his husband's frosty glares. Harry wondered if he'd be stuck outside. It wouldn't surprise him if Draco had changed the wards.
As Harry drew nearer to the house, he finally raised his head, hoping it wasn't completely dark. He was pleasantly surprised to note it was quite the opposite. In fact, one window in particular framed a brightly burning candle. Draco must have placed it there, almost as if...
...as if he were welcoming someone home.
Harry's heart swelled with hope. Maybe Draco regretted their row this morning as much as Harry did. Bolstered by the thought, Harry quickened his pace, almost jogging the last few steps to the front door. It opened easily to him, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Harry removed his coat and boots before padding into the parlor in search of his husband. He found Draco sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.
Draco glanced up and looked down again so quickly that Harry wondered if he had imagined the glimmer of hope and relief in his husband's eyes. He cleared his throat and made a tentative attempt at conversation. "It looks nice in here," said Harry. "Very inviting."
"Thank you," Draco responded.
Harry tried again. "The candle in the window is a nice touch."
Draco flicked another uncertain glance his way and said, "I wanted to be sure you could find your way home."
Harry didn't miss the way Draco's shoulders hunched as he seemed to draw in on himself. Harry's throat tightened. He crossed the room and joined Draco on the sofa. Harry summoned his renowned bravery and laid one hand on Draco's leg. "I'll always find my way home to you," he promised in a gruff voice.
It was difficult to say which of them made the first move. All Harry knew was a sense of profound relief to have his husband in his arms again. They kissed in front of the fire, until their passions grew hotter than the flames. Harry began removing various articles of clothing, alternating between his and Draco's until they were both nude.
Draco lay back against the cushions and coaxed Harry on top of him with urgent hands. Harry settled his weight carefully atop his husband, wiggling his hips a bit and groaning when Draco parted his legs to make room. Harry fumbled for the tube of lubricant they kept hidden in between the cushions for emergencies and used the contents to prepare his husband.
Draco squirmed and sighed and moaned as Harry's fingers plunged in and out, scissoring and stretching him. He was frantic and panting by the time Harry withdrew his fingers and moved to cover him again.
Harry pushed slowly inside of Draco, savoring the moment of penetration. He loved it when Draco clenched around him. Harry established a slow rhythm of strokes, driving deeper on each successive thrust until his body was pressed as closely to Draco's as was possible.
When Harry stopped moving, Draco opened his eyes. His expression softened. "Harry," Draco breathed.
Harry's name had never sounded so perfect, and he was compelled to seize Draco's lips in a grateful kiss. Draco arched uncontrollably beneath him, and Harry's hips jolted into motion. He would have liked to continue kissing Draco as their bodies melded together, but he needed to breathe. Harry settled for nipping and licking his husband's cheek and jaw and throat. He smiled against Draco's skin when he felt his husband work a hand between them to speed things along.
Harry heard Draco's breath hitch an instant before Draco climaxed. Harry stopped moving. There was something magical about simply pausing to experience Draco's pleasure. Draco's body clamped down on Harry's shaft and squeezed as he spasmed in the throes of passion. Barely had Draco begun to relax before Harry was moving again. He thrust into Draco, harder and faster until he was caught up in his own pleasure. Harry's body shuddered as he filled Draco with the pulses of his release.
When their passions had been sated, Harry and Draco lay entwined on the sofa, covered by a cozy quilt. Harry sifted his fingers through Draco's hair, smoothing the tangles from it. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I am, as well," said Draco.
They had reconnected and apologized; there was nothing more to be said.