THE H/D KINKMEME
This is an ANONYMOUS kink meme. Feel free to fill kinks un-anonymously, but generally, this is anon.
- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
- IP logging is off, anon is on.
- ONE request per comment.
- for simplicity's sake, put a summary of your request in the title field (request: threesome, bondage, delayed gratification would ( Read more... )
- kink means kink! Let's keep the ratings at R and above. ;D
- IP logging is off, anon is on.
- ONE request per comment.
- for simplicity's sake, put a summary of your request in the title field (request: threesome, bondage, delayed gratification would ( Read more... )
Stops suddenly. He feels dizzy and sick and better than he ever has in his life and never wants to stop feeling this way and Draco should not stop please god should not stop and he needs to say all that. "Ngh." Swallows, trying to inhale at the same time, so it comes out as a slightly choking, slightly coughing sputter.
Sees now why Draco stopped, catches a look at himself in the hall mirror across from the tangled inferno of them. His face white as chalk, spattered with fierce red, drenched. Nothing recognizable in his eyes. Please. More like a prayer than a sentence, and his eyes slip shut, hips press up toward the gloved hands.
"Open your eyes, Harry. Watch me, watch as I-"
And then he is. Pressing the slick black finger inside him. And he does open his eyes, he does watch. Watches in awe as Draco slowly moves the gloved hand, starts mewling and doesn't stop. Adds in broken words when Draco adds another finger. He thinks they're words, but maybe they're not, and it doesn't matter because Draco's sliding, sliding oiled black leather glove fingers in and out of him, faster now, deeper now, harder- yes, he did say it, it was a word, cracked like glass, but he'd managed to say it and he's saying it again Harder. Yes. Harder. The texture of the gloves so different from Draco's fingers, from his cock, and he feels the fabric with every thrust, sees it with every flick he manages to keep his eyes open, watching the black hands, stark contrast against his white flesh, one driving furiously into his arse, the other a tight ring at the base of his cock and he's going to Draco and when he opens him with three relentless fingers stretching him, hitting his prostate with every hard slide, he can't breathe or speak and finally Draco lets go, draws one slow upstroke as he buries the other gloved fingers deep and Oh god.
All over the black leather.
Longer than he ever has, contracting on after the salty pulses are spent, after the garbled shouts ebb back to exhausted groans, after the twitch of red flesh is more pain than pleasure. Doesn't open his eyes when he feels the sticky glide of the spattered glove against his lip. Opens his mouth instead, licks, wants to lick it clean, but Draco hisses, takes it back.
"Watch me Harry. Open your eyes."
And he does. Watches Draco settle between his legs, the press of bony knee against the soft inside of his thigh so arousing it startles him. Watches come-slick glove curl around Draco's cock, taut and painful looking where it juts from his trousers, the head leaking against the white shirttail. Watches Draco's eyes fall closed as he strokes himself slowly with the wet black fist, watches the drop of sweat slide from the pale fringe onto cheekbone, onto jaw, watches as slowly turns into hard, turns into fast, watches his lip tremble as he comes, spilling onto the ruined leather, dripping down onto Harry's cock, a tiny flick of wet settling in his navel.
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Their breathing is a hectic song in the quiet air and it's only when Draco's clothed body falls on top of him that he realizes it's chilly in the hall. In the sudden silence, he's nervous, however little sense that makes, and turns his lips towards the warm wet line of Draco's neck, plants a hesitant kiss above the rumpled collar. Thinks hard for a moment what he can say, how he can explain about the gloves and then suddenly he doesn't have to worry or think or explain.
As Draco shifts to rise, to drag them off to cleaning spells and a warm bed, he smiles against the bare skin of his shoulder before murmuring languidly. You owe me a new pair of gloves, you kinky sod.
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I wish I'd requested this. I wish I had time right now to tell you how very much I adore it. Just know that I do. Very much.
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And. ♥ You, dear, to me.
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I am speechless and stunned and gaping and OH MY GOD. This was absolutely utterly perfect. ♥ I really liked Harry's broken sentences; a delightful insight to this turned on mind and Draco, Draco was perfect.
Cannot stop flailing. You did the kink every justice possible (can you even say that?). Thank you so much for filling this. ♥
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O.O
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Total state of shock. Typing this comment from my floor. I’ve never seen anything like this.
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