Damned Sand
Title: Damned Sand
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sex and surliness
Word Count: 945
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for geinahop for providing the beta on my 2012 hptimetravel fic. She mentioned she'd like to see a prequel to Sand be Damned. Voila!
Summary: Draco talks Harry into sex on the beach.
Harry toed off his beach shoes, wincing as his tender feet made contact with the hot sand. He sat on the blanket and nudged Draco with his elbow. "Budge over."
Draco scooted to the edge of the beach blanket and sighed. It was a happy, contented sound. He raised his head and took a sip of his fruity cocktail. "Mm, this is amazing."
"What are you drinking?"
"I didn't mean the drink, per se," Draco replied. "I meant it's amazing to be here, soaking up the sun, while all of our friends and family are hunkered down inside during the snow and sleet in London."
Harry spared a moment to think of London during the hols. There would be a cozy fire in the hearth, cuddling under even cozier quilts, roasting chestnuts, a fresh blanket of snow, and a crispness to the air. Here, there was endless sun, sand, and sea. It was nice, but not what came to mind when he thought of the holidays. Was he meant to build a sandman instead of a snowman?
Harry slanted a glance at Draco, whose lips were curved in a pleased smile. Harry pushed his own doldrums aside and resolved to enjoy himself. If a tropical holiday made Draco happy, it would make Harry happy, too. He brought his drink to his lips.
"Sex on the Beach."
Harry snorted alcohol back into his glass. "Pardon?" he wheezed.
"You asked what I was drinking," Draco replied with a laconic wave of his hand. "It's called Sex on the Beach."
"Oh. Ahem. That's good. Is it good?"
"Yes, but not as good as the real thing."
Harry peered more closely at Draco, whose contented smile had morphed into a sly grin. "You're not seriously suggesting we shag out here?"
"Why not? It's a private beach."
Draco was right, but Harry looked up and down the beach in any case. There wasn't another soul in sight. Still, sex was meant to be enjoyed indoors. Harry took a large swallow of his drink and sat up. "Let's go shag on the comfortable bed in our bungalow."
"Boring," Draco pronounced. "We shag in bed all the time. We're on holiday, Harry. Let's be daring and do it right here on the beach."
Harry's cock was reacting to all this talk of sex, but his modesty squirmed at the thought of rutting outside like animals. "Erm, well, we don't want to get sunburnt in delicate places."
"Charms, Harry."
Harry chewed the inside of his lip as he dithered.
Draco set his drink aside and peeled out of his swim trunks. His cock jutted upward, proud and flushed and ready. Harry set his own drink aside so quickly that it tipped over and spilled. Drawn to all that glorious flesh, he crawled over to Draco and moved to straddle him.
"Wait."
"What?!"
"I get to top," Draco insisted. "It was my idea."
Before Harry could lodge a protest, Draco pushed him onto his back and grabbed the waistband of his trunks.
"Lift up."
When Harry obliged, Draco skimmed his trunks down, over Harry's legs and feet, and tossed them aside. At the first sensation of a warm, tropical breeze brushing over his bare bits, Harry tried to cover himself.
Draco slapped his hands aside. "I've seen it before, Harry-"
"But-"
"...and there's no one else here to see it." Draco conjured some lubricant and made a show of dragging his fingers through the slick on his palm. He held up his glistening fingers and leered. "Just relax and think of England."
"Git," grumbled Harry. His breath caught on a low moan when Draco's fingers tickled his pucker. As Draco proceeded with preparations, Harry writhed and gasped while his cock began to leak pre-come. By the time Draco barged between his legs, Harry was reduced to pleading.
"Now, Draco, please!"
"Yeah, I knew you were gagging for it," growled Draco. He had a tendency to get mouthy when he topped. He positioned himself and pressed forward and in. Harry groaned and squeezed Draco's rib cage with his knees. They paused a moment to adjust to the sensation of their bodies fitting together, and then Draco pushed in deeper. He drew back and repeated the motion, settling into a slow and steady rhythm.
"F-faster," panted Harry. "Before someone...comes."
"Someone's going to...to come for...certain."
Harry clenched his muscles, a move that was guaranteed to spur Draco into increasing his pace. He then worked a hand between them. Harry was only able to give himself a few awkward tugs, but it was enough to propel him into climax. He tightened his jaw, but a guttural sound of pleasure still escaped him.
Eventually, Harry's body subsided into quivering aftershocks and he lay there, huffing for breath, as Draco continued pounding him full. Things were getting...uncomfortable. Harry squirmed and tried to wriggle away.
"Hold still," snarled Draco.
"But...there's sand..."
"Well spotted...Harry," Draco huffed.
Harry whined and squirmed some more, but just as he was considering clouting his lout of a boyfriend, Draco stiffened above him and pulsed inside of him. Harry winced when Draco pulled out.
Flopping on his back on the blanket, Draco released a satisfied sigh. "Mm, that was amazing."
"That was awful!"
"Pardon?"
Harry scowled and sat up, looking for his trunks. "I have sand where sand has no business being. Piss off," he snapped when Draco snickered. Harry gave up on his swim trunks. He jammed his feet into his shoes and trudged toward the bungalow and a shower.
A piercing whistle mocked him from behind.
"Piss off!" Harry yelled over his shoulder. He stepped inside the relative coolness of the bungalow and muttered, "Damned sand."
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sex and surliness
Word Count: 945
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Gift for geinahop for providing the beta on my 2012 hptimetravel fic. She mentioned she'd like to see a prequel to Sand be Damned. Voila!
Summary: Draco talks Harry into sex on the beach.
Harry toed off his beach shoes, wincing as his tender feet made contact with the hot sand. He sat on the blanket and nudged Draco with his elbow. "Budge over."
Draco scooted to the edge of the beach blanket and sighed. It was a happy, contented sound. He raised his head and took a sip of his fruity cocktail. "Mm, this is amazing."
"What are you drinking?"
"I didn't mean the drink, per se," Draco replied. "I meant it's amazing to be here, soaking up the sun, while all of our friends and family are hunkered down inside during the snow and sleet in London."
Harry spared a moment to think of London during the hols. There would be a cozy fire in the hearth, cuddling under even cozier quilts, roasting chestnuts, a fresh blanket of snow, and a crispness to the air. Here, there was endless sun, sand, and sea. It was nice, but not what came to mind when he thought of the holidays. Was he meant to build a sandman instead of a snowman?
Harry slanted a glance at Draco, whose lips were curved in a pleased smile. Harry pushed his own doldrums aside and resolved to enjoy himself. If a tropical holiday made Draco happy, it would make Harry happy, too. He brought his drink to his lips.
"Sex on the Beach."
Harry snorted alcohol back into his glass. "Pardon?" he wheezed.
"You asked what I was drinking," Draco replied with a laconic wave of his hand. "It's called Sex on the Beach."
"Oh. Ahem. That's good. Is it good?"
"Yes, but not as good as the real thing."
Harry peered more closely at Draco, whose contented smile had morphed into a sly grin. "You're not seriously suggesting we shag out here?"
"Why not? It's a private beach."
Draco was right, but Harry looked up and down the beach in any case. There wasn't another soul in sight. Still, sex was meant to be enjoyed indoors. Harry took a large swallow of his drink and sat up. "Let's go shag on the comfortable bed in our bungalow."
"Boring," Draco pronounced. "We shag in bed all the time. We're on holiday, Harry. Let's be daring and do it right here on the beach."
Harry's cock was reacting to all this talk of sex, but his modesty squirmed at the thought of rutting outside like animals. "Erm, well, we don't want to get sunburnt in delicate places."
"Charms, Harry."
Harry chewed the inside of his lip as he dithered.
Draco set his drink aside and peeled out of his swim trunks. His cock jutted upward, proud and flushed and ready. Harry set his own drink aside so quickly that it tipped over and spilled. Drawn to all that glorious flesh, he crawled over to Draco and moved to straddle him.
"Wait."
"What?!"
"I get to top," Draco insisted. "It was my idea."
Before Harry could lodge a protest, Draco pushed him onto his back and grabbed the waistband of his trunks.
"Lift up."
When Harry obliged, Draco skimmed his trunks down, over Harry's legs and feet, and tossed them aside. At the first sensation of a warm, tropical breeze brushing over his bare bits, Harry tried to cover himself.
Draco slapped his hands aside. "I've seen it before, Harry-"
"But-"
"...and there's no one else here to see it." Draco conjured some lubricant and made a show of dragging his fingers through the slick on his palm. He held up his glistening fingers and leered. "Just relax and think of England."
"Git," grumbled Harry. His breath caught on a low moan when Draco's fingers tickled his pucker. As Draco proceeded with preparations, Harry writhed and gasped while his cock began to leak pre-come. By the time Draco barged between his legs, Harry was reduced to pleading.
"Now, Draco, please!"
"Yeah, I knew you were gagging for it," growled Draco. He had a tendency to get mouthy when he topped. He positioned himself and pressed forward and in. Harry groaned and squeezed Draco's rib cage with his knees. They paused a moment to adjust to the sensation of their bodies fitting together, and then Draco pushed in deeper. He drew back and repeated the motion, settling into a slow and steady rhythm.
"F-faster," panted Harry. "Before someone...comes."
"Someone's going to...to come for...certain."
Harry clenched his muscles, a move that was guaranteed to spur Draco into increasing his pace. He then worked a hand between them. Harry was only able to give himself a few awkward tugs, but it was enough to propel him into climax. He tightened his jaw, but a guttural sound of pleasure still escaped him.
Eventually, Harry's body subsided into quivering aftershocks and he lay there, huffing for breath, as Draco continued pounding him full. Things were getting...uncomfortable. Harry squirmed and tried to wriggle away.
"Hold still," snarled Draco.
"But...there's sand..."
"Well spotted...Harry," Draco huffed.
Harry whined and squirmed some more, but just as he was considering clouting his lout of a boyfriend, Draco stiffened above him and pulsed inside of him. Harry winced when Draco pulled out.
Flopping on his back on the blanket, Draco released a satisfied sigh. "Mm, that was amazing."
"That was awful!"
"Pardon?"
Harry scowled and sat up, looking for his trunks. "I have sand where sand has no business being. Piss off," he snapped when Draco snickered. Harry gave up on his swim trunks. He jammed his feet into his shoes and trudged toward the bungalow and a shower.
A piercing whistle mocked him from behind.
"Piss off!" Harry yelled over his shoulder. He stepped inside the relative coolness of the bungalow and muttered, "Damned sand."