Belated birthday smut for Ina
It was Ina’s birthday on 8th July and I never managed to write anything for her at the time.
So here is a little bit of Harry smut. This is part of a scene for Resolution Chapter 4 which I wrote and posted some time ago. However, it has now been rewritten to fit in with what has gone before.
Thanks for everything Ina.
The water was too hot and it cascaded from the shower in a hard spray. Harry stood very still under the onslaught letting the daggers of water drive into his skull. The sensation took the edge off the headache that he had woken up with. Eyes closed he moved slightly, allowing the massaging jets to find another sensitive area and do their work. Water tumbled down his face, his shoulders, and his body, so hot it turned his skin pink were it initially touched.
He was, he decided, a complete idiot. A complete and utter prat. How had he managed to ruin everything with just one question? To ruin what had been a perfect day. He wasn’t surprised that Draco had left and somehow Harry didn’t think the boy would be coming back this time. With an audible sigh, he moved his head again, letting the water pound onto his neck. The force of the water parted his dark hair, allowing access to the sensitive area where his spine reached his skull. If he tried hard enough he could still feel Draco’s fingertips against his flesh from the moment in the robe shop where the Slytherin had run his fingers up Harry’s spine and into his hair.
Harry swallowed; certain he could still feel the pressure of Draco’s hands on his face, and the way those fingers had swirled against his belly, tracing the lines of the tattoo before pushing under his shirt. The thoughts caused a tightening in the pit of his stomach, which slowly spread downwards, pressing into his groin. A flutter of pleasure teased at his mind, making him feel a little light headed.
He turned and let the water run across his face as though it’s sharp points could drive away the sensation.
It was all Draco’s fault anyway, he decided. All Draco had to do was answer a perfectly reasonable question. Was he serious? Surely he had a right to know what Draco’s intentions were. It wasn’t like he had agreed to join the Slytherin here for sex. In fact, if he was truly honest, Harry had no idea why he had agreed to meet, but talking had been one of the things on his list of ‘To Do’ pointers.
He grabbed for the sponge and squeezed shower gel over it. A smell of citrus and rosemary wafted up and he began to soap his body, spreading the foam over his skin. They really did need to talk if this was going to go any further, Harry decided. Both of them had too much at stake to just drop haphazardly into any form of relationship, whether it be one-night-stands or something longer lasting. There was no doubting that Hermione had been right when she had told him there would be people who wouldn’t understand a relationship between him and Draco.
Draco’s father for one. How would Lucius Malfoy feel if he knew his son had been kissing a boy last night -- and not just any boy, but Harry Potter? Lucius *was* a Death Eater, whether or not Draco knew or cared, and Harry was, therefore, by definition his enemy.
Harry’s mind temporarily ignored more serious things as his hand ran over and around his groin, soapy fingers moving easily over his semi-erect penis. For once he realised he was enjoying the sensation of touching himself without embarrassment as his fingers lingered longer than really necessary. Normally he would have washed himself quickly, moving on to other parts of his anatomy, but this morning it felt good to be aware of himself.
He wiped the sponge across his chest, feeling the texture against his skin, which felt more sensitive than usual. The hot water splashed down in stinging bursts, playing on his nipples. He’d never noticed the sensation before -- how the pit-pat of water made them hard and sensitive. He wiped the sponge across them, letting out a little gasp at the sensations that floated into him. Looking down at himself, he was amazed to see that that both nipples were puckered and hard and he ran a fingertip over one, before pinching it slightly. This time the gasp was louder as something akin to an electric shock seemed to flash through him and his cock to twitch a little.
The sponge dropped from his hand as he marvelled at the sensation. Would it hurt so much just to reach down and touch himself? Especially here in the privacy of this place where he wouldn’t be disturbed by someone crashing in. His cock twitched again, hardening as memories of Draco’s kiss trickled into his mind, filling it with images and sensations again.
The feel of that mouth. The way it had moved against his. And the most important and incredible sensation -- that of someone else inside him ... in his mouth. Both hands dropped down and wrapped around him, squeezing and pushing at the engorged flesh. He knew he wouldn’t last long, and he came in a couple of strokes, biting down on his lip to stop his cries even though he was alone.
With a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for a moment, letting the water continue washing over him -- washing away the evidence -- while he waited for his trembling body to calm down. He let out a little laugh at the fact that for the first time in his life he didn’t feel ashamed or awkward about masturbation or about touching himself. He clearly had something to thank Draco for after all.
Feeling more than a little pleased with himself, Harry stretched under the water and slowly turned under the flow, allowing one final cleansing moment before reaching for the tap and turning off the water. The steam, which had shrouded him, began to dissipate. Shaking his head, the dark hair settled in wet rattails around his contented face, the water running down to join the other droplets covering him. He reached for the shower curtain and pulled it back, a hand moving automatically to the towel rail.
So here is a little bit of Harry smut. This is part of a scene for Resolution Chapter 4 which I wrote and posted some time ago. However, it has now been rewritten to fit in with what has gone before.
Thanks for everything Ina.
The water was too hot and it cascaded from the shower in a hard spray. Harry stood very still under the onslaught letting the daggers of water drive into his skull. The sensation took the edge off the headache that he had woken up with. Eyes closed he moved slightly, allowing the massaging jets to find another sensitive area and do their work. Water tumbled down his face, his shoulders, and his body, so hot it turned his skin pink were it initially touched.
He was, he decided, a complete idiot. A complete and utter prat. How had he managed to ruin everything with just one question? To ruin what had been a perfect day. He wasn’t surprised that Draco had left and somehow Harry didn’t think the boy would be coming back this time. With an audible sigh, he moved his head again, letting the water pound onto his neck. The force of the water parted his dark hair, allowing access to the sensitive area where his spine reached his skull. If he tried hard enough he could still feel Draco’s fingertips against his flesh from the moment in the robe shop where the Slytherin had run his fingers up Harry’s spine and into his hair.
Harry swallowed; certain he could still feel the pressure of Draco’s hands on his face, and the way those fingers had swirled against his belly, tracing the lines of the tattoo before pushing under his shirt. The thoughts caused a tightening in the pit of his stomach, which slowly spread downwards, pressing into his groin. A flutter of pleasure teased at his mind, making him feel a little light headed.
He turned and let the water run across his face as though it’s sharp points could drive away the sensation.
It was all Draco’s fault anyway, he decided. All Draco had to do was answer a perfectly reasonable question. Was he serious? Surely he had a right to know what Draco’s intentions were. It wasn’t like he had agreed to join the Slytherin here for sex. In fact, if he was truly honest, Harry had no idea why he had agreed to meet, but talking had been one of the things on his list of ‘To Do’ pointers.
He grabbed for the sponge and squeezed shower gel over it. A smell of citrus and rosemary wafted up and he began to soap his body, spreading the foam over his skin. They really did need to talk if this was going to go any further, Harry decided. Both of them had too much at stake to just drop haphazardly into any form of relationship, whether it be one-night-stands or something longer lasting. There was no doubting that Hermione had been right when she had told him there would be people who wouldn’t understand a relationship between him and Draco.
Draco’s father for one. How would Lucius Malfoy feel if he knew his son had been kissing a boy last night -- and not just any boy, but Harry Potter? Lucius *was* a Death Eater, whether or not Draco knew or cared, and Harry was, therefore, by definition his enemy.
Harry’s mind temporarily ignored more serious things as his hand ran over and around his groin, soapy fingers moving easily over his semi-erect penis. For once he realised he was enjoying the sensation of touching himself without embarrassment as his fingers lingered longer than really necessary. Normally he would have washed himself quickly, moving on to other parts of his anatomy, but this morning it felt good to be aware of himself.
He wiped the sponge across his chest, feeling the texture against his skin, which felt more sensitive than usual. The hot water splashed down in stinging bursts, playing on his nipples. He’d never noticed the sensation before -- how the pit-pat of water made them hard and sensitive. He wiped the sponge across them, letting out a little gasp at the sensations that floated into him. Looking down at himself, he was amazed to see that that both nipples were puckered and hard and he ran a fingertip over one, before pinching it slightly. This time the gasp was louder as something akin to an electric shock seemed to flash through him and his cock to twitch a little.
The sponge dropped from his hand as he marvelled at the sensation. Would it hurt so much just to reach down and touch himself? Especially here in the privacy of this place where he wouldn’t be disturbed by someone crashing in. His cock twitched again, hardening as memories of Draco’s kiss trickled into his mind, filling it with images and sensations again.
The feel of that mouth. The way it had moved against his. And the most important and incredible sensation -- that of someone else inside him ... in his mouth. Both hands dropped down and wrapped around him, squeezing and pushing at the engorged flesh. He knew he wouldn’t last long, and he came in a couple of strokes, biting down on his lip to stop his cries even though he was alone.
With a shuddering breath, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall for a moment, letting the water continue washing over him -- washing away the evidence -- while he waited for his trembling body to calm down. He let out a little laugh at the fact that for the first time in his life he didn’t feel ashamed or awkward about masturbation or about touching himself. He clearly had something to thank Draco for after all.
Feeling more than a little pleased with himself, Harry stretched under the water and slowly turned under the flow, allowing one final cleansing moment before reaching for the tap and turning off the water. The steam, which had shrouded him, began to dissipate. Shaking his head, the dark hair settled in wet rattails around his contented face, the water running down to join the other droplets covering him. He reached for the shower curtain and pulled it back, a hand moving automatically to the towel rail.