Inspirational Ties
Title: Inspirational Ties
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Word Count: 730
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexy times
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for sassy_cissa, using the prompts falling leaves, spiced cider, kisses
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 60 - It's never too late for a fresh start
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 139 - 19 years later
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 210 - 19 years later
Summary: Harry and Draco are inspired to re-create their youth.
Harry and Draco strolled through the park, arm in arm. They sipped spiced cider and commented on the colorful, falling leaves. Harry loved this time of year. It reminded him of going to Hogwarts for the first time, full of wonder and innocence. It also reminded him of the first time he'd ever met Draco Malfoy.
"Dare I ask why you're grinning like a madman?" Draco drawled.
Harry smiled up at him and bumped their shoulders together. "I was reminiscing about the first time we met," he answered.
"Hm, not my finest day," Draco mused. "Had I known who you were, I might have been nicer to you."
"And yet, here we are, 19 years later," said Harry. "It may have taken us awhile to get to this point with one another, but I have no regrets."
"I have one regret," Draco said.
Harry glanced up at him again. "What do you regret?"
"Had I made a better impression on you when we were eleven, we might have been shagging sooner. Think of all the years we wasted fighting with one another."
"The important thing is, we put our animosity aside after school," said Harry. "Molly always told me, it's never too late for a fresh start, and I took the chance on a fresh start with you."
"No regrets?"
"None," Harry replied firmly. "Besides, we can always go home, put on our old school ties, and shag like a pair of randy boys."
Draco's eyes darkened. "What are we waiting for?"
~*~
By supreme effort of will, Harry and Draco managed to separate when they returned home. Each grabbed an old school tie, and Harry dodged into the guest room to put his on. He couldn't wait to see Draco wearing his striped Slytherin tie again. Harry was hard enough to break his zip, just thinking about it. He smoothed his fingers down his familiar, red and gold tie. Harry grinned at his reflection in the mirror, and it gave an appreciative whistle back.
Once he'd given Draco enough time to get ready, Harry dashed back across the hall to the master bedroom. Initially, he'd thought that he and Draco would take one look at each other, have a good laugh, then enjoy a leisurely shag. Instead, as soon as they came face to face, they were caught up in a frenzy of lust.
Harry and Draco met in the middle of their bedroom, exchanging hot, wet kisses while tugging and tearing at one another's clothing. Harry finally grew impatient and stepped back, swishing his wand around to divest them of everything but their striped ties.
"Kinky," Draco breathed, before he grabbed the end of Harry's tie and reeled him in for another torrid snog. Harry had been harboring naughty thoughts of tumbling Draco onto the bed and shagging him six ways to Sunday, but Draco apparently had other plans. He walked Harry back, until it was Harry who was falling onto the bed, with Draco sprawled on top of him.
Harry didn't even have the chance to be disappointed. Draco's hands and lips were everywhere, trailing fire in their wake and ramping Harry's arousal up to unbearable levels. At that point, Harry no longer cared whose cock ended up where, so long as he got some relief out of it.
In moments, Draco had him slicked and ready, and Harry groaned as he was breached. Draco didn't allow him time to adjust; he simply began pounding away. Harry encouraged him with grunts and profanities, arching and twisting into each thrust while marking Draco's skin with his clutching hands.
It was over quickly, as they exploded into climax, one after the other.
Harry was left hot and sweaty and panting. Draco remained draped across him, breathing heavily into Harry's ear.
"Get off," Harry grumbled, giving Draco a half-hearted push.
Draco muttered a curse and rolled away, lying next to Harry on their tangled bed. Their ties still hung loosely around their necks.
"Bloody hell," Harry whispered. "That was..."
"Yeah."
They looked at one another and began to laugh.
"Not bad, for a pair of 30-year old blokes," said Harry.
"The ties were inspirational," Draco agreed.
Harry sat up and removed his, ignoring Draco's protest. "Take yours off, too," said Harry. "Once I get my wind back, I'm going to tie you to the headboard and shag you rotten."
Author/Artist: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Word Count: 730
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexy times
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Written for:
♦ Birthday gift for sassy_cissa, using the prompts falling leaves, spiced cider, kisses
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 60 - It's never too late for a fresh start
♦ hd_fluff Prompt No. 139 - 19 years later
♦ slythindor100 Challenge No. 210 - 19 years later
Summary: Harry and Draco are inspired to re-create their youth.
Harry and Draco strolled through the park, arm in arm. They sipped spiced cider and commented on the colorful, falling leaves. Harry loved this time of year. It reminded him of going to Hogwarts for the first time, full of wonder and innocence. It also reminded him of the first time he'd ever met Draco Malfoy.
"Dare I ask why you're grinning like a madman?" Draco drawled.
Harry smiled up at him and bumped their shoulders together. "I was reminiscing about the first time we met," he answered.
"Hm, not my finest day," Draco mused. "Had I known who you were, I might have been nicer to you."
"And yet, here we are, 19 years later," said Harry. "It may have taken us awhile to get to this point with one another, but I have no regrets."
"I have one regret," Draco said.
Harry glanced up at him again. "What do you regret?"
"Had I made a better impression on you when we were eleven, we might have been shagging sooner. Think of all the years we wasted fighting with one another."
"The important thing is, we put our animosity aside after school," said Harry. "Molly always told me, it's never too late for a fresh start, and I took the chance on a fresh start with you."
"No regrets?"
"None," Harry replied firmly. "Besides, we can always go home, put on our old school ties, and shag like a pair of randy boys."
Draco's eyes darkened. "What are we waiting for?"
~*~
By supreme effort of will, Harry and Draco managed to separate when they returned home. Each grabbed an old school tie, and Harry dodged into the guest room to put his on. He couldn't wait to see Draco wearing his striped Slytherin tie again. Harry was hard enough to break his zip, just thinking about it. He smoothed his fingers down his familiar, red and gold tie. Harry grinned at his reflection in the mirror, and it gave an appreciative whistle back.
Once he'd given Draco enough time to get ready, Harry dashed back across the hall to the master bedroom. Initially, he'd thought that he and Draco would take one look at each other, have a good laugh, then enjoy a leisurely shag. Instead, as soon as they came face to face, they were caught up in a frenzy of lust.
Harry and Draco met in the middle of their bedroom, exchanging hot, wet kisses while tugging and tearing at one another's clothing. Harry finally grew impatient and stepped back, swishing his wand around to divest them of everything but their striped ties.
"Kinky," Draco breathed, before he grabbed the end of Harry's tie and reeled him in for another torrid snog. Harry had been harboring naughty thoughts of tumbling Draco onto the bed and shagging him six ways to Sunday, but Draco apparently had other plans. He walked Harry back, until it was Harry who was falling onto the bed, with Draco sprawled on top of him.
Harry didn't even have the chance to be disappointed. Draco's hands and lips were everywhere, trailing fire in their wake and ramping Harry's arousal up to unbearable levels. At that point, Harry no longer cared whose cock ended up where, so long as he got some relief out of it.
In moments, Draco had him slicked and ready, and Harry groaned as he was breached. Draco didn't allow him time to adjust; he simply began pounding away. Harry encouraged him with grunts and profanities, arching and twisting into each thrust while marking Draco's skin with his clutching hands.
It was over quickly, as they exploded into climax, one after the other.
Harry was left hot and sweaty and panting. Draco remained draped across him, breathing heavily into Harry's ear.
"Get off," Harry grumbled, giving Draco a half-hearted push.
Draco muttered a curse and rolled away, lying next to Harry on their tangled bed. Their ties still hung loosely around their necks.
"Bloody hell," Harry whispered. "That was..."
"Yeah."
They looked at one another and began to laugh.
"Not bad, for a pair of 30-year old blokes," said Harry.
"The ties were inspirational," Draco agreed.
Harry sat up and removed his, ignoring Draco's protest. "Take yours off, too," said Harry. "Once I get my wind back, I'm going to tie you to the headboard and shag you rotten."