Drabble: Bare Skin
Title: Bare Skin
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, slash, unintentional exhibitionism, pwp
Word count: 474
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: My belated birthday gift to rubymiene, who asked for Hr/R walking in on H/D. Sorry it's so late!
Summary: Draco and Harry get an unexpected visit.
Draco writhed in sensual abandon on the faux bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. It had been a stroke of genius when Harry had bought the rug. At first, Draco had been reluctant to add it to their decor, which he had painstakingly selected. Harry had quelled his objections, however, when he had purred in Draco's ear, "Just imagine how soft and delicious this will feel beneath your naked back while I'm shagging you on it." They ended up buying two: one for the livingroom, and the other for the bedroom.
Harry had been right, thought Draco as he relished the softness of the rug against his skin while Harry pumped leisurely between his spread legs. They had started out by snogging on the sofa, and in short order, they were shagging before the unlit fireplace. Draco's fists were clenched in the soft fake fur, his legs were open wide, and the most needy whimpers were escaping his mouth. Harry was undulating above him, sliding in and out of Draco's heat with breathy cries of his own.
Draco was tilting his hips into each stroke, enabling Harry to hit...yes...that spot rightthere, and the sensation of his lover's stomach rubbing over his own cock had Draco's eyes rolling back in delirium. He was close, god he was close, and his hands left off gripping the rug in favor of grasping Harry's ass and urging his lover deeper and harder. There was a roaring in Draco's ears, and it wasn't until he heard several voices all raised at once that he realized it wasn't his own pulse he heard, but rather the Floo. Ordinarily, he would have been mortified at being caught in such a compromising position, but as of right now, he was too close to climax to care.
"Aaargh!" came a voice that sounded suspiciously like the Weasel's.
"Privacy!" barked Harry, not relinquishing the pounding rhythm he'd established between Draco's thighs.
"Stop covering my eyes!" shrilled a feminine voice that Draco vaguely registered as Granger's.
The Floo roared to life again, leaving Harry and Draco alone once more to concentrate on consummating this shag session. Harry's ire at the unfortunate interruption translated into hard driving thrusts, and in no time, Draco was thrashing and crying out in the midst of an intense orgasm. The sudden clenching of his inner muscles brought forth Harry's climax, and Draco shuddered in pleasure as he felt Harry flood him with wetness.
Harry collapsed on top of him, spent and satisfied. Draco stroked his hands up and down his lover's damp back for a moment before speaking up. "Harry?"
"I know, I know," mumbled Harry. "The next time we shag in front of the fireplace, close off the Floo."
Cross-posted to slash_heaven
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, slash, unintentional exhibitionism, pwp
Word count: 474
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
Author's note: My belated birthday gift to rubymiene, who asked for Hr/R walking in on H/D. Sorry it's so late!
Summary: Draco and Harry get an unexpected visit.
Draco writhed in sensual abandon on the faux bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. It had been a stroke of genius when Harry had bought the rug. At first, Draco had been reluctant to add it to their decor, which he had painstakingly selected. Harry had quelled his objections, however, when he had purred in Draco's ear, "Just imagine how soft and delicious this will feel beneath your naked back while I'm shagging you on it." They ended up buying two: one for the livingroom, and the other for the bedroom.
Harry had been right, thought Draco as he relished the softness of the rug against his skin while Harry pumped leisurely between his spread legs. They had started out by snogging on the sofa, and in short order, they were shagging before the unlit fireplace. Draco's fists were clenched in the soft fake fur, his legs were open wide, and the most needy whimpers were escaping his mouth. Harry was undulating above him, sliding in and out of Draco's heat with breathy cries of his own.
Draco was tilting his hips into each stroke, enabling Harry to hit...yes...that spot rightthere, and the sensation of his lover's stomach rubbing over his own cock had Draco's eyes rolling back in delirium. He was close, god he was close, and his hands left off gripping the rug in favor of grasping Harry's ass and urging his lover deeper and harder. There was a roaring in Draco's ears, and it wasn't until he heard several voices all raised at once that he realized it wasn't his own pulse he heard, but rather the Floo. Ordinarily, he would have been mortified at being caught in such a compromising position, but as of right now, he was too close to climax to care.
"Aaargh!" came a voice that sounded suspiciously like the Weasel's.
"Privacy!" barked Harry, not relinquishing the pounding rhythm he'd established between Draco's thighs.
"Stop covering my eyes!" shrilled a feminine voice that Draco vaguely registered as Granger's.
The Floo roared to life again, leaving Harry and Draco alone once more to concentrate on consummating this shag session. Harry's ire at the unfortunate interruption translated into hard driving thrusts, and in no time, Draco was thrashing and crying out in the midst of an intense orgasm. The sudden clenching of his inner muscles brought forth Harry's climax, and Draco shuddered in pleasure as he felt Harry flood him with wetness.
Harry collapsed on top of him, spent and satisfied. Draco stroked his hands up and down his lover's damp back for a moment before speaking up. "Harry?"
"I know, I know," mumbled Harry. "The next time we shag in front of the fireplace, close off the Floo."
Cross-posted to slash_heaven