HP Fanfic: English Summer Storms (NC-17)
Title: English Summer Storms
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Era: EWE, I suppose
Word Count 2197
Warning(s): none? Just sex between the boys.
Summary: Harry has a thing for thunderstorms.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Author’s Notes: This is a bit more PWP than I usually write. Not beta’d, but given a looking over by azurelunatic .Written as a birthday gift for drippingcherry . Sorry it’s late, dear. Also, forgive the title.
When the rain began, Harry had Draco pressed up against a large oak tree. The clouds had come in quickly; twenty minutes prior, Harry had been admiring how pale Draco's skin looked in the moonlight. Now he was listening to the steady patter of rain on leaves.
"It's raining," Draco said breathlessly a few moments later.
"So?" Harry didn't see a problem in that. "This is England. Don't sound so surprised."
"I'm not surprised," Draco huffed, pushing Harry slightly away. Harry did see a problem with that. "We should just get back to your place before we get soaked."
"Your expensive robes will be safe a few minutes longer," Harry laughed, moving close again. Draco let him. Harry had been fairly sure he would. "It's just a few small rain drops."
Draco bit Harry's shoulder through his robes. "It's picking up. I can hear it on the leaves."
Harry opened his mouth to argue instead of opening it to do other things. Other much more enjoyable things. But he was promptly cut off when the sky opened up and the world turned into a veritable wall of water. Draco yelped and clung to Harry, using him to shield himself from the worst of the rain. "Just a few small raindrops?"
Harry shrugged, feeling the surprisingly warm rain drench his hair and run down his back. His robes were sticking to his skin. "So I was wrong."
"No surprise there," Draco muttered, still trying to keep himself dry.
In one quick movement, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and spun them both around. Now they were both exposed. "Shut up and kiss me. All I want to feel is the rain on my skin and your mouth on mine."
Draco gave him a murderous glare, visible even in the dark and through the glasses not yet charmed to repel the water. "And I want to feel the heat of your flat and a dry towel. Looks like we're both out of luck." He was nearly shouting to be heard over the pounding rain.
"Well, give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want," Harry shouted back. "And I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Draco regarded Harry for just a moment, then appeared to decide that it was worth ruining his robes for. He removed Harry's now-useless glasses for him, set them atop Harry's head, hooked a hand behind Harry's neck, and kissed him. It was slow for a moment, as if he was simply humouring Harry, and then suddenly there was passion in it again. It went on for quite a while before Harry broke it off.
"See? Not so bad after all, is it?" He was starting to feel a chill now, but his face was absolutely on fire. It seemed all of the blood in his body had gathered there. Correction, he thought as the wet material of his robes dragged against his body. His face and one other place.
Draco saw the bulge in Harry's robes, now stretched tight against his skin, and smirked. "No, I suppose it's not. You're getting off on this, aren't you? Snogging here in the rain, all wet and cold?"
"So what if I am?"
"Oh, nothing. I just didn't know this did it for you. I'm learning a lot about you, lately." He bit Harry's shoulder again, and Harry felt an electric jolt low in his belly. "Like that you like it when I bite right here. Or that you love it when I do this." He bent his head in for another kiss, and Harry felt Draco suck gently on the tip of his tongue.
That was it, Harry decided. He was getting Draco out of the rain and back to his flat now, where they could shed these now heavy and restrictive robes and take care of the matter that had arisen. He Disapparated them without a word, and he felt Draco startle as they hit the living room. They landed together in a soggy heap on the hardwood floor.
"Could have warned me," Draco said irritably.
"Kind of had my mouth otherwise occupied," Harry reminded him. "But you got what you wanted. We're back here, out of the rain."
"I also said something about a towel."
Harry laughed. "So you did. Accio towel." He caught the towel easily, but did not hand it over when Draco reached for it. "Not so fast."
"Hurry up, Potter. I'm freezing like this."
"I know." Harry pulled out his wand and started a fire in the nearby fireplace. "I'll warm you up. I promise." He set the towel on the sofa's arm and tugged at Draco's robes. "Off with these."
"You're doing it the Muggle way," Draco said with a sigh. "Why do you always do that?"
"Because in this case, it means I get to enjoy the view, even if it is a bit blurry without the glasses. I like disrobing you slowly, you prat." He finally got the material off the other boy and tossed it to the floor, then spelled his own off. He saw the look on Draco's face and laughed. "I'll pick it up later. I promise. But I said I'd make this up to you, and I meant it." He took one end of the towel in each of his hands and stretched the fluffy cotton behind Draco, using it to pull them together.
Draco shivered, goosebumps appearing all over. "You had better."
With a grin, Harry wrapped the towel around Draco's shoulders and buried his face in the other boy's neck. He licked a line from Draco's collarbone up to his jaw, tasting the rain and cold skin there. "Better?"
"It's a start," Draco said in a tight voice. Harry grinned again. He knew what that voice meant.
Walking very carefully, Harry moved backwards and pulled Draco with him. His eyesight wasn't so terrible that he couldn't see where they were, but that didn't mean he would see if they were to trip over one of his shoes or something small he had left on the floor. There was a large rug in front of the fireplace, and Harry lowered himself onto it, pulling Draco on top of him. "How's that?"
"Also better. Still cold, though."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm working on that." He gently rolled them both over so that they were lying side-by-side. He ran one hand up and down Draco's hip, caressing his damp skin. Draco responded with a sigh and moved closer to press his body closer to Harry's. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled.
Draco paused in his squirming when Harry reached a hand down to fondle him. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You did remember to disconnect your fireplace from the Floo Network when you lit the fire for this little episode, right?"
Harry bit his lip, opening his eyes and seeing Draco looking at him with raised eyebrows. He struggled to remember. Had he? He took a deep breath to clear his head. It was always a little hard to think when he had Draco this close and naked. Finally, the answer came to him. "Yes, I did."
"I just wanted to make sure," Draco said with a smirk.
"You're never going to let me forget that last time, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I still remember it. And I'm sure Granger does, too." He leaned up on one elbow and Harry watched the way the fire played tricks with the colour of Draco's hair, now a dirty blond from the rain.
"Let's not talk about that," he said with a grimace. "She didn't look me in the eye for over a week." It wasn't his fault his friends were used to popping by without notice. It had only taken that one interruption to put a stop to that, though. "Now where were we?"
Draco smiled at him slowly and moved so he kneeling between Harry's thighs. "Right here, I think." He bent over and took Harry's cock into his mouth, the wet heat a nearly overwhelming sensation on his cold skin.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, arching his hips despite his efforts to remain still. Draco had a very talented mouth. It made up for all of the sarcasm and insults that came out of it. It was hard to believe that everything Draco knew to do with him had been learned since they started seeing each other. Both boys had been virgins before that alcohol-infused night, but Draco was a bloody quick study.
He felt himself approaching orgasm much too quickly. Between kissing in the rain and what Draco was doing to him now, he couldn't cope with all of the sensations. "Stop. Please."
Draco's face popped up, his lips swollen. The sight alone was nearly enough to push Harry over the edge. "Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to come. And I want to do that in you, and holding you."
Draco slid up Harry's body, their cocks rubbing up against each other for one amazing moment. "Sometimes, I think there's a bit of Hufflepuff in you."
"There isn't any in you?"
"No." Draco smirked and nipped lightly at one of Harry's erect nipples. "But apparently, there will be some Gryffindor in me quite shortly." He reached up and removed the glasses from the top of Harry's head. He had forgotten they were there. They were always getting broken during their lovemaking, and Harry wondered if they'd soon see the day when magic no longer repaired them.
"Nothing short about it," Harry said, straining to sit up. He ran a hand up Draco's back. "You're still cold. Time to fix that."
Moments later, he had Draco on his side, pressed up against Harry's chest. Draco knew just what Harry liked, but Harry had a good idea which buttons Draco liked pushed as well. He called for a bottle of lube and made to smear it over his fingers, but Draco moaned and shook his head. "No. Normally I'm all for you preparing me that way. But you take your time and I won't last either. You hit me just right once and I'm done. Use the spells."
With a nod, Harry whispered the stretching and lubricating spells. Draco moaned again and Harry felt his world go a little hazy at the sound. "Now, Harry. Do it."
Holding his breath, Harry positioned himself at Draco's entrance and slid slowly inside. He shuddered. Draco was always so tight around him, and he always forgot to breathe when they did this. He took a moment to adjust, then moved his hips slowly, watching for Draco's reaction. "How's that?"
Draco answered him with a moan. Harry thought that Draco had certainly figured out by now that that sound was nearly as good as being touched. "Good. Now move."
Harry pressed his forehead between Draco's shoulder blades. "I don't think this will take long."
Draco took himself into his own hand and murmured a spell. "Just don't come too soon." Harry heard him gasp as he started stroking in time to Harry's shallow thrusts. "On second thought, I might need to mind my own instructions."
They moved together in the dim room for a few long minutes, flickering flames throwing shadows over both of them, and when Harry licked Draco's left shoulder blade, he was rewarded with a moan and a shiver. He shifted and knew he had found the right angle when Draco tensed around him and cried out. He repeated his move a few more times, making sure to hit Draco's prostate on every thrust. It wasn't much longer until Draco spoke up in a shaky voice. "Merlin, Harry, I'm going to-"
"Then do it," Harry whispered, close enough to his own release. He hit Draco's prostate twice more, and then the other boy was clenched tight around him, body shaking as Harry wrapped his free arm around Draco's chest and held him tight. His own orgasm ripped through him as a bolt of lightning lit up the living room for a split second, thunder following right after.
"How appropriate," Draco laughed softly from his place in Harry's arms. He rolled over a moment later. "I wonder, was that just a coincidence?"
"Probably."
"Perhaps we should test it." Draco murmured a cleaning spell and conjured a blanket from somewhere. He threw it over the two of them and scooted as close to Harry as possible.
Harry smiled, feeling sleep looming over him. "How?" Draco might be appalled to hear it, but Harry thought there was a bit of Hufflepuff in him after all. Post-coital cuddling had been a very unexpected part of their relationship, but Harry wouldn't give it up for anything.
His head tucked into the cook of Harry's shoulder, Draco yawned. "Well. It's supposed to rain again tomorrow."
Harry chuckled. "It's England, and the middle of the summer. We could be testing this theory a lot."
"I think I could live with that," Draco said drowsily. Harry tilted his head to place a small kiss on Draco's forehead. He drifted off to sleep with the scent of rain in his nose and muted thunder in his ears.
Merlin, he loved thunderstorms.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Era: EWE, I suppose
Word Count 2197
Warning(s): none? Just sex between the boys.
Summary: Harry has a thing for thunderstorms.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Author’s Notes: This is a bit more PWP than I usually write. Not beta’d, but given a looking over by azurelunatic .Written as a birthday gift for drippingcherry . Sorry it’s late, dear. Also, forgive the title.
When the rain began, Harry had Draco pressed up against a large oak tree. The clouds had come in quickly; twenty minutes prior, Harry had been admiring how pale Draco's skin looked in the moonlight. Now he was listening to the steady patter of rain on leaves.
"It's raining," Draco said breathlessly a few moments later.
"So?" Harry didn't see a problem in that. "This is England. Don't sound so surprised."
"I'm not surprised," Draco huffed, pushing Harry slightly away. Harry did see a problem with that. "We should just get back to your place before we get soaked."
"Your expensive robes will be safe a few minutes longer," Harry laughed, moving close again. Draco let him. Harry had been fairly sure he would. "It's just a few small rain drops."
Draco bit Harry's shoulder through his robes. "It's picking up. I can hear it on the leaves."
Harry opened his mouth to argue instead of opening it to do other things. Other much more enjoyable things. But he was promptly cut off when the sky opened up and the world turned into a veritable wall of water. Draco yelped and clung to Harry, using him to shield himself from the worst of the rain. "Just a few small raindrops?"
Harry shrugged, feeling the surprisingly warm rain drench his hair and run down his back. His robes were sticking to his skin. "So I was wrong."
"No surprise there," Draco muttered, still trying to keep himself dry.
In one quick movement, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and spun them both around. Now they were both exposed. "Shut up and kiss me. All I want to feel is the rain on my skin and your mouth on mine."
Draco gave him a murderous glare, visible even in the dark and through the glasses not yet charmed to repel the water. "And I want to feel the heat of your flat and a dry towel. Looks like we're both out of luck." He was nearly shouting to be heard over the pounding rain.
"Well, give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want," Harry shouted back. "And I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Draco regarded Harry for just a moment, then appeared to decide that it was worth ruining his robes for. He removed Harry's now-useless glasses for him, set them atop Harry's head, hooked a hand behind Harry's neck, and kissed him. It was slow for a moment, as if he was simply humouring Harry, and then suddenly there was passion in it again. It went on for quite a while before Harry broke it off.
"See? Not so bad after all, is it?" He was starting to feel a chill now, but his face was absolutely on fire. It seemed all of the blood in his body had gathered there. Correction, he thought as the wet material of his robes dragged against his body. His face and one other place.
Draco saw the bulge in Harry's robes, now stretched tight against his skin, and smirked. "No, I suppose it's not. You're getting off on this, aren't you? Snogging here in the rain, all wet and cold?"
"So what if I am?"
"Oh, nothing. I just didn't know this did it for you. I'm learning a lot about you, lately." He bit Harry's shoulder again, and Harry felt an electric jolt low in his belly. "Like that you like it when I bite right here. Or that you love it when I do this." He bent his head in for another kiss, and Harry felt Draco suck gently on the tip of his tongue.
That was it, Harry decided. He was getting Draco out of the rain and back to his flat now, where they could shed these now heavy and restrictive robes and take care of the matter that had arisen. He Disapparated them without a word, and he felt Draco startle as they hit the living room. They landed together in a soggy heap on the hardwood floor.
"Could have warned me," Draco said irritably.
"Kind of had my mouth otherwise occupied," Harry reminded him. "But you got what you wanted. We're back here, out of the rain."
"I also said something about a towel."
Harry laughed. "So you did. Accio towel." He caught the towel easily, but did not hand it over when Draco reached for it. "Not so fast."
"Hurry up, Potter. I'm freezing like this."
"I know." Harry pulled out his wand and started a fire in the nearby fireplace. "I'll warm you up. I promise." He set the towel on the sofa's arm and tugged at Draco's robes. "Off with these."
"You're doing it the Muggle way," Draco said with a sigh. "Why do you always do that?"
"Because in this case, it means I get to enjoy the view, even if it is a bit blurry without the glasses. I like disrobing you slowly, you prat." He finally got the material off the other boy and tossed it to the floor, then spelled his own off. He saw the look on Draco's face and laughed. "I'll pick it up later. I promise. But I said I'd make this up to you, and I meant it." He took one end of the towel in each of his hands and stretched the fluffy cotton behind Draco, using it to pull them together.
Draco shivered, goosebumps appearing all over. "You had better."
With a grin, Harry wrapped the towel around Draco's shoulders and buried his face in the other boy's neck. He licked a line from Draco's collarbone up to his jaw, tasting the rain and cold skin there. "Better?"
"It's a start," Draco said in a tight voice. Harry grinned again. He knew what that voice meant.
Walking very carefully, Harry moved backwards and pulled Draco with him. His eyesight wasn't so terrible that he couldn't see where they were, but that didn't mean he would see if they were to trip over one of his shoes or something small he had left on the floor. There was a large rug in front of the fireplace, and Harry lowered himself onto it, pulling Draco on top of him. "How's that?"
"Also better. Still cold, though."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm working on that." He gently rolled them both over so that they were lying side-by-side. He ran one hand up and down Draco's hip, caressing his damp skin. Draco responded with a sigh and moved closer to press his body closer to Harry's. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled.
Draco paused in his squirming when Harry reached a hand down to fondle him. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You did remember to disconnect your fireplace from the Floo Network when you lit the fire for this little episode, right?"
Harry bit his lip, opening his eyes and seeing Draco looking at him with raised eyebrows. He struggled to remember. Had he? He took a deep breath to clear his head. It was always a little hard to think when he had Draco this close and naked. Finally, the answer came to him. "Yes, I did."
"I just wanted to make sure," Draco said with a smirk.
"You're never going to let me forget that last time, are you?"
"No, I'm not. I still remember it. And I'm sure Granger does, too." He leaned up on one elbow and Harry watched the way the fire played tricks with the colour of Draco's hair, now a dirty blond from the rain.
"Let's not talk about that," he said with a grimace. "She didn't look me in the eye for over a week." It wasn't his fault his friends were used to popping by without notice. It had only taken that one interruption to put a stop to that, though. "Now where were we?"
Draco smiled at him slowly and moved so he kneeling between Harry's thighs. "Right here, I think." He bent over and took Harry's cock into his mouth, the wet heat a nearly overwhelming sensation on his cold skin.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, arching his hips despite his efforts to remain still. Draco had a very talented mouth. It made up for all of the sarcasm and insults that came out of it. It was hard to believe that everything Draco knew to do with him had been learned since they started seeing each other. Both boys had been virgins before that alcohol-infused night, but Draco was a bloody quick study.
He felt himself approaching orgasm much too quickly. Between kissing in the rain and what Draco was doing to him now, he couldn't cope with all of the sensations. "Stop. Please."
Draco's face popped up, his lips swollen. The sight alone was nearly enough to push Harry over the edge. "Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to come. And I want to do that in you, and holding you."
Draco slid up Harry's body, their cocks rubbing up against each other for one amazing moment. "Sometimes, I think there's a bit of Hufflepuff in you."
"There isn't any in you?"
"No." Draco smirked and nipped lightly at one of Harry's erect nipples. "But apparently, there will be some Gryffindor in me quite shortly." He reached up and removed the glasses from the top of Harry's head. He had forgotten they were there. They were always getting broken during their lovemaking, and Harry wondered if they'd soon see the day when magic no longer repaired them.
"Nothing short about it," Harry said, straining to sit up. He ran a hand up Draco's back. "You're still cold. Time to fix that."
Moments later, he had Draco on his side, pressed up against Harry's chest. Draco knew just what Harry liked, but Harry had a good idea which buttons Draco liked pushed as well. He called for a bottle of lube and made to smear it over his fingers, but Draco moaned and shook his head. "No. Normally I'm all for you preparing me that way. But you take your time and I won't last either. You hit me just right once and I'm done. Use the spells."
With a nod, Harry whispered the stretching and lubricating spells. Draco moaned again and Harry felt his world go a little hazy at the sound. "Now, Harry. Do it."
Holding his breath, Harry positioned himself at Draco's entrance and slid slowly inside. He shuddered. Draco was always so tight around him, and he always forgot to breathe when they did this. He took a moment to adjust, then moved his hips slowly, watching for Draco's reaction. "How's that?"
Draco answered him with a moan. Harry thought that Draco had certainly figured out by now that that sound was nearly as good as being touched. "Good. Now move."
Harry pressed his forehead between Draco's shoulder blades. "I don't think this will take long."
Draco took himself into his own hand and murmured a spell. "Just don't come too soon." Harry heard him gasp as he started stroking in time to Harry's shallow thrusts. "On second thought, I might need to mind my own instructions."
They moved together in the dim room for a few long minutes, flickering flames throwing shadows over both of them, and when Harry licked Draco's left shoulder blade, he was rewarded with a moan and a shiver. He shifted and knew he had found the right angle when Draco tensed around him and cried out. He repeated his move a few more times, making sure to hit Draco's prostate on every thrust. It wasn't much longer until Draco spoke up in a shaky voice. "Merlin, Harry, I'm going to-"
"Then do it," Harry whispered, close enough to his own release. He hit Draco's prostate twice more, and then the other boy was clenched tight around him, body shaking as Harry wrapped his free arm around Draco's chest and held him tight. His own orgasm ripped through him as a bolt of lightning lit up the living room for a split second, thunder following right after.
"How appropriate," Draco laughed softly from his place in Harry's arms. He rolled over a moment later. "I wonder, was that just a coincidence?"
"Probably."
"Perhaps we should test it." Draco murmured a cleaning spell and conjured a blanket from somewhere. He threw it over the two of them and scooted as close to Harry as possible.
Harry smiled, feeling sleep looming over him. "How?" Draco might be appalled to hear it, but Harry thought there was a bit of Hufflepuff in him after all. Post-coital cuddling had been a very unexpected part of their relationship, but Harry wouldn't give it up for anything.
His head tucked into the cook of Harry's shoulder, Draco yawned. "Well. It's supposed to rain again tomorrow."
Harry chuckled. "It's England, and the middle of the summer. We could be testing this theory a lot."
"I think I could live with that," Draco said drowsily. Harry tilted his head to place a small kiss on Draco's forehead. He drifted off to sleep with the scent of rain in his nose and muted thunder in his ears.
Merlin, he loved thunderstorms.