Lotus Position
Title: Lotus Position
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Self-service
Word count: 715
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 riverotter1951, using the prompts rainbow, lotus, darkness
Summary: Harry's absence forces Draco to take matters into his own hands.
Draco gazed out the window at the encroaching darkness. It was midday, but a storm was looming on the horizon. Draco turned away from the window and resumed pacing. He wished Harry was home.
The wind picked up, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Draco shivered and dropped onto the sofa. He wrapped himself in the soft blanket that was draped over the back of the cushions. Draco inhaled, drawing in Harry's scent. He immediately felt warmer. Draco smoothed the material over his legs, admiring the bold colors and the lotus motif. The blanket was a gift from Luna, and Draco had to admit she had excellent taste.
He rubbed his cheek against the blanket, appreciating the luxuriant pile. He wondered what it would feel like on his naked skin. As soon as the thought flitted through his mind, Draco had to do it. His cock twitched in agreement.
Draco crawled out of his cozy cocoon, shivering as he listened to the rain pattering on the window panes. He undressed quickly and dove onto the sofa once more, wrapping the blanket around his nude body. Draco sighed in delight at the sensation of the soft material caressing his skin. It was decadent and naughty, and Draco was enjoying himself immensely. Too bad Harry wasn't here to enjoy it with him, but Draco was determined to make the most of it.
Draco parted his legs and reached down to fondle his balls. It felt good, and it reminded him of long, lonely nights in his bed at Hogwarts, when he had only his own hand for company. Back then, he needed to remain as quiet as possible. Now, however, Draco had the house to himself, and he was anxious to drown out the sound of distant thunder.
Draco gave his balls a final squeeze, then wrapped his fingers around his erect cock. Lightning flashed, as if seeking to illuminate his secret sins. Draco paid it no heed. Instead, his head lolled back, and he groaned. Loudly. Thunder crashed, closer than before, and the rain beat harder at the windows.
Draco stroked himself from root to tip. His hips bucked slightly as he writhed on the sofa. Draco found himself wishing it was Harry's hand on him. His mind conjured an image of his lover, and Draco lost himself in the fantasy of Harry giving him a hand job. He stroked himself slowly, just as Harry would do. Draco often grew impatient with his lover, but Harry would simply chuckle and tell him to be patient. Draco possessed precious little patience, especially when it came to sexual gratification, but Harry would tease and torment him and make Draco wait for his pleasure.
He clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to jack himself to a quick climax. That's not how Harry would do it, and Draco was clinging to the fantasy that Harry was here with him. He moved his hand up and down his shaft, twisting his wrist a little when he got to the tip and swiping the pad of his thumb across his leaking slit.
Thunder boomed overhead. It died out in a rumble, only to be followed by another boom, and another.
Draco continued to pleasure himself at a slow, steady pace, even though the storm seemed to be encouraging him to rush. Harry would refuse to rush; thus, Draco would not be rushed. His lips parted as he panted, the harsh breaths interspersed with throaty moans.
Cocooned within his blanket, Draco gradually stroked himself to release as the storm moved off to the east. Draco continued to fondle his rapidly flagging cock as he relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss.
"I don't mind that you started without me, but I am terribly disappointed that you finished without me."
Draco's eyes flew open, and he sat up on the sofa. "Harry!" he cried. "I didn't hear you arrive."
"I daresay you were somewhat distracted," teased Harry. He grinned and added, "The noise of the storm must have drowned out the sound of the Floo."
Draco could offer only a sheepish smile in response.
Harry prowled closer and began tugging at the edge of the blanket. The sun broke through the clouds, illuminating Harry's wicked smile. Outside, a rainbow formed in the lingering mist, while inside, Draco opened himself and welcomed his lover home.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Self-service
Word count: 715
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 riverotter1951, using the prompts rainbow, lotus, darkness
Summary: Harry's absence forces Draco to take matters into his own hands.
Draco gazed out the window at the encroaching darkness. It was midday, but a storm was looming on the horizon. Draco turned away from the window and resumed pacing. He wished Harry was home.
The wind picked up, and thunder rumbled in the distance. Draco shivered and dropped onto the sofa. He wrapped himself in the soft blanket that was draped over the back of the cushions. Draco inhaled, drawing in Harry's scent. He immediately felt warmer. Draco smoothed the material over his legs, admiring the bold colors and the lotus motif. The blanket was a gift from Luna, and Draco had to admit she had excellent taste.
He rubbed his cheek against the blanket, appreciating the luxuriant pile. He wondered what it would feel like on his naked skin. As soon as the thought flitted through his mind, Draco had to do it. His cock twitched in agreement.
Draco crawled out of his cozy cocoon, shivering as he listened to the rain pattering on the window panes. He undressed quickly and dove onto the sofa once more, wrapping the blanket around his nude body. Draco sighed in delight at the sensation of the soft material caressing his skin. It was decadent and naughty, and Draco was enjoying himself immensely. Too bad Harry wasn't here to enjoy it with him, but Draco was determined to make the most of it.
Draco parted his legs and reached down to fondle his balls. It felt good, and it reminded him of long, lonely nights in his bed at Hogwarts, when he had only his own hand for company. Back then, he needed to remain as quiet as possible. Now, however, Draco had the house to himself, and he was anxious to drown out the sound of distant thunder.
Draco gave his balls a final squeeze, then wrapped his fingers around his erect cock. Lightning flashed, as if seeking to illuminate his secret sins. Draco paid it no heed. Instead, his head lolled back, and he groaned. Loudly. Thunder crashed, closer than before, and the rain beat harder at the windows.
Draco stroked himself from root to tip. His hips bucked slightly as he writhed on the sofa. Draco found himself wishing it was Harry's hand on him. His mind conjured an image of his lover, and Draco lost himself in the fantasy of Harry giving him a hand job. He stroked himself slowly, just as Harry would do. Draco often grew impatient with his lover, but Harry would simply chuckle and tell him to be patient. Draco possessed precious little patience, especially when it came to sexual gratification, but Harry would tease and torment him and make Draco wait for his pleasure.
He clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to jack himself to a quick climax. That's not how Harry would do it, and Draco was clinging to the fantasy that Harry was here with him. He moved his hand up and down his shaft, twisting his wrist a little when he got to the tip and swiping the pad of his thumb across his leaking slit.
Thunder boomed overhead. It died out in a rumble, only to be followed by another boom, and another.
Draco continued to pleasure himself at a slow, steady pace, even though the storm seemed to be encouraging him to rush. Harry would refuse to rush; thus, Draco would not be rushed. His lips parted as he panted, the harsh breaths interspersed with throaty moans.
Cocooned within his blanket, Draco gradually stroked himself to release as the storm moved off to the east. Draco continued to fondle his rapidly flagging cock as he relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss.
"I don't mind that you started without me, but I am terribly disappointed that you finished without me."
Draco's eyes flew open, and he sat up on the sofa. "Harry!" he cried. "I didn't hear you arrive."
"I daresay you were somewhat distracted," teased Harry. He grinned and added, "The noise of the storm must have drowned out the sound of the Floo."
Draco could offer only a sheepish smile in response.
Harry prowled closer and began tugging at the edge of the blanket. The sun broke through the clouds, illuminating Harry's wicked smile. Outside, a rainbow formed in the lingering mist, while inside, Draco opened himself and welcomed his lover home.