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Title: Sharpening
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, I think O.o
Word count: nearly 350.
Genre: Drabble, Angst with hopeful ending.
Summary: To take a leap and hope for the best.
Warnings: See rating?
Beta: None, sorry. A last minute thing. Please point out any mistakes if you find some, I'd be most grateful.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING! I hope this makes your birthday even just the teeniest bit better! *hugs* The prompt you gave me was these lyrics from this song.
Comments: Would be THE MOST appreciated thing EVER!
He could feel it sharpening. The before constant duller ache was now close to ripping his guts out. He extended a hand and looked pleadingly into the weary eyes. He could clearly see the change when they narrowed and he was pulled roughly close as forceful lips claimed his own.
Oh, God. Now he knows.
Draco clutched furiously at the worn t-shirt. Please get this. Please understand this.
In the middle of the most dangerous fire of his life, as belts were unbuckled, hands roamed and clothes pulled at, he thought of one thing under the daze of pleasure and nervous bundles. Will he hear me?
He found himself horizontal with bedding under his naked back and lips mapping a path downwards. His pants were carelessly pulled off and he gasped. The tongue on his cock and the cool slickness caressing his entrance kept his heart going at an impossible rhythm. The emotions in his gut swirled. It feels like falling.
Time was an outside thing and before he knew it the lips were back on his and he realised that the intensified sharp pain now had a whole new physicality as Harry made his way into him. A drop of sweat trickled down his forehead and he could not keep his eyes open.
It was sharp, stabbing and burning all at once, yet it was glorious to feel so disconnected to everything else. When the pain started to be accompanied by pleasure the sensations took him higher and higher. The panting was fierce and the heat encompassing as Harry forced himself into him, one hard thrust after the other, messy kisses between them as if trying to reach something. Draco could feel himself nearing the edge and he pulled faster at his cock.
God, I hope he catches me.
---
As their breaths had finally settled somewhat and Harry lay beside him, Draco having no recollection of when he had moved, he dared turn his head. Something must have shown in his eyes, because Harry moved closer and wound one arm around him.
“No worries. I’ve got you.”
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, I think O.o
Word count: nearly 350.
Genre: Drabble, Angst with hopeful ending.
Summary: To take a leap and hope for the best.
Warnings: See rating?
Beta: None, sorry. A last minute thing. Please point out any mistakes if you find some, I'd be most grateful.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING! I hope this makes your birthday even just the teeniest bit better! *hugs* The prompt you gave me was these lyrics from this song.
Comments: Would be THE MOST appreciated thing EVER!
He could feel it sharpening. The before constant duller ache was now close to ripping his guts out. He extended a hand and looked pleadingly into the weary eyes. He could clearly see the change when they narrowed and he was pulled roughly close as forceful lips claimed his own.
Oh, God. Now he knows.
Draco clutched furiously at the worn t-shirt. Please get this. Please understand this.
In the middle of the most dangerous fire of his life, as belts were unbuckled, hands roamed and clothes pulled at, he thought of one thing under the daze of pleasure and nervous bundles. Will he hear me?
He found himself horizontal with bedding under his naked back and lips mapping a path downwards. His pants were carelessly pulled off and he gasped. The tongue on his cock and the cool slickness caressing his entrance kept his heart going at an impossible rhythm. The emotions in his gut swirled. It feels like falling.
Time was an outside thing and before he knew it the lips were back on his and he realised that the intensified sharp pain now had a whole new physicality as Harry made his way into him. A drop of sweat trickled down his forehead and he could not keep his eyes open.
It was sharp, stabbing and burning all at once, yet it was glorious to feel so disconnected to everything else. When the pain started to be accompanied by pleasure the sensations took him higher and higher. The panting was fierce and the heat encompassing as Harry forced himself into him, one hard thrust after the other, messy kisses between them as if trying to reach something. Draco could feel himself nearing the edge and he pulled faster at his cock.
God, I hope he catches me.
---
As their breaths had finally settled somewhat and Harry lay beside him, Draco having no recollection of when he had moved, he dared turn his head. Something must have shown in his eyes, because Harry moved closer and wound one arm around him.
“No worries. I’ve got you.”