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Title: The Winning Hand
Author/Artist: Krissie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 703
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: Sacofricosis, Voyeurism-ish, Exhibitionism-ish...
Disclaimer: Um...yeah. So not mine.
A/N: For the first challenge over at hp_fetish. I'm...kind of iffy on this one, about as much as on everything else I've ever written, though, so not much difference, I guess. ^^;;; This is dedicated to orionnoire, to help make up for her bad memories of sacofricosiac old men. XD
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It was a rush, Harry decided, to sit in the stands and touch himself with nobody the wiser. Not for the first time did he silently thank Dudley for being so humongous that Harry could easily slide his hand over his cock without making it obvious in his too-big trousers.
"The Ravenclaw team is flying onto the pitch!" Ernie MacMillan cried out, more than likely relishing his role as announcer. Cheers erupted from the stands, but the Gryffindor wasn't interested.
He'd taken a seat as far from the crowds as possible, though, just in case. Once the Slytherin team flew onto the pitch, Harry would barely notice the other students, anyway.
"And here comes the Slytherin team!" The crowd booed, hissing as loudly as they cheered the Ravenclaws on. Harry scanned the players, searching…searching…
A flash of white-blond hair--just there. A smirk on the aristocratic features, and Harry’s hand tightened unconsciously around his hardening cock.
Malfoy circled the pitch a few times, getting a feel for the air. Harry recognized a look of determination of the Slytherin’s face, and he knew already that Malfoy would catch the Snitch as soon as it was spotted. As Harry’s hand lazily trailed up the length of his cock, he hoped it would be a while before the ball was spotted.
Madam Hooch released the Snitch, and the crowd roared, cheering on the players as they whizzed through the air, waving multicoloured banners in support. Harry’s eyes never left Malfoy, studying every inch of his lithe form; the way he carried himself as gracefully in the air as on the ground, how when the wind caught his robes he showed off a wonderfully toned arse…
Harry caught himself before he moaned too loudly, biting his lip sharply to quell the sounds threatening to burst out as he watched the other boy. He twisted his hand slightly, whimpering as his thumb brushed over the sensitive head.
A few Hufflepuffs turned in his direction, but he just smiled weakly, hoping, no, knowing, that they didn’t know what he was doing beneath his robes. And even if they did, well, who would call him, the bloody Boy Who Lived on wanking during a Quidditch match?
"Malfoy’s spotted the Snitch!" MacMillan’s voice made it into Harry’s brain, and the blond went into a dive so steep Harry felt his own stomach drop just from watching. Then again, maybe it was because he’d just run a fingernail down his length, and not too gently, either. He always came fast when Malfoy played, faster than in the showers, faster than when he shoved his wand up his arse.
It had to be the way the Slytherin looked so at home, so determined, so--
Harry’s train of thought stopped as Malfoy’s eyes met his. The blond smirked, daring Harry to keep it up, almost as if he knew what Harry was up to. Almost without his conscious thought, Harry’s hand began again to grip his erection, moving faster, tighter as Malfoy watched, no longer chasing the Snitch. Vaguely Harry realised that Slytherin would lose if Malfoy didn’t go after it, but he didn’t care. Those piercing grey eyes were locked with his, and Harry’s breath quickened with his fist.
The Gryffindor smiled slightly, never mind half the school was watching the exchange between the two rivals interestedly. He didn’t know if he’d ever been this aroused before, and Malfoy slid his hand along the broom handle, an obvious mime of Harry’s own hand, and oh Gods, he licked his lips, so sinfully--
Harry came, biting his lip hard, breathing roughly through his nose and body shaking. Malfoy shot Harry a look of triumph, flying off immediately after the Snitch, easily outstripping the Ravenclaw Seeker with his Nimbus and catching the winged ball. Nobody was paying much attention to the game, anyway. Looks were darting between Harry and Malfoy, and the hushed voices would obviously have rumours about this circulating within the hour. Even though there were no rumours to spread.
Harry let his eyes slip closed as Draco flew back to the ground, Snitch in hand. The look of joy wasn’t all for winning the game, Harry knew. He’d beaten Harry, for good.
Author/Artist: Krissie
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 703
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings/Kinks/Squicks/Fetish: Sacofricosis, Voyeurism-ish, Exhibitionism-ish...
Disclaimer: Um...yeah. So not mine.
A/N: For the first challenge over at hp_fetish. I'm...kind of iffy on this one, about as much as on everything else I've ever written, though, so not much difference, I guess. ^^;;; This is dedicated to orionnoire, to help make up for her bad memories of sacofricosiac old men. XD
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It was a rush, Harry decided, to sit in the stands and touch himself with nobody the wiser. Not for the first time did he silently thank Dudley for being so humongous that Harry could easily slide his hand over his cock without making it obvious in his too-big trousers.
"The Ravenclaw team is flying onto the pitch!" Ernie MacMillan cried out, more than likely relishing his role as announcer. Cheers erupted from the stands, but the Gryffindor wasn't interested.
He'd taken a seat as far from the crowds as possible, though, just in case. Once the Slytherin team flew onto the pitch, Harry would barely notice the other students, anyway.
"And here comes the Slytherin team!" The crowd booed, hissing as loudly as they cheered the Ravenclaws on. Harry scanned the players, searching…searching…
A flash of white-blond hair--just there. A smirk on the aristocratic features, and Harry’s hand tightened unconsciously around his hardening cock.
Malfoy circled the pitch a few times, getting a feel for the air. Harry recognized a look of determination of the Slytherin’s face, and he knew already that Malfoy would catch the Snitch as soon as it was spotted. As Harry’s hand lazily trailed up the length of his cock, he hoped it would be a while before the ball was spotted.
Madam Hooch released the Snitch, and the crowd roared, cheering on the players as they whizzed through the air, waving multicoloured banners in support. Harry’s eyes never left Malfoy, studying every inch of his lithe form; the way he carried himself as gracefully in the air as on the ground, how when the wind caught his robes he showed off a wonderfully toned arse…
Harry caught himself before he moaned too loudly, biting his lip sharply to quell the sounds threatening to burst out as he watched the other boy. He twisted his hand slightly, whimpering as his thumb brushed over the sensitive head.
A few Hufflepuffs turned in his direction, but he just smiled weakly, hoping, no, knowing, that they didn’t know what he was doing beneath his robes. And even if they did, well, who would call him, the bloody Boy Who Lived on wanking during a Quidditch match?
"Malfoy’s spotted the Snitch!" MacMillan’s voice made it into Harry’s brain, and the blond went into a dive so steep Harry felt his own stomach drop just from watching. Then again, maybe it was because he’d just run a fingernail down his length, and not too gently, either. He always came fast when Malfoy played, faster than in the showers, faster than when he shoved his wand up his arse.
It had to be the way the Slytherin looked so at home, so determined, so--
Harry’s train of thought stopped as Malfoy’s eyes met his. The blond smirked, daring Harry to keep it up, almost as if he knew what Harry was up to. Almost without his conscious thought, Harry’s hand began again to grip his erection, moving faster, tighter as Malfoy watched, no longer chasing the Snitch. Vaguely Harry realised that Slytherin would lose if Malfoy didn’t go after it, but he didn’t care. Those piercing grey eyes were locked with his, and Harry’s breath quickened with his fist.
The Gryffindor smiled slightly, never mind half the school was watching the exchange between the two rivals interestedly. He didn’t know if he’d ever been this aroused before, and Malfoy slid his hand along the broom handle, an obvious mime of Harry’s own hand, and oh Gods, he licked his lips, so sinfully--
Harry came, biting his lip hard, breathing roughly through his nose and body shaking. Malfoy shot Harry a look of triumph, flying off immediately after the Snitch, easily outstripping the Ravenclaw Seeker with his Nimbus and catching the winged ball. Nobody was paying much attention to the game, anyway. Looks were darting between Harry and Malfoy, and the hushed voices would obviously have rumours about this circulating within the hour. Even though there were no rumours to spread.
Harry let his eyes slip closed as Draco flew back to the ground, Snitch in hand. The look of joy wasn’t all for winning the game, Harry knew. He’d beaten Harry, for good.