HP Fic: His Turn (Harry/Draco) (PG-13)
Title: His Turn
Rating: PG-13
Beta: nursedarry
Era: post-Hogwarts
Word Count 248
Warning(s): light bondage
Summary: Sometimes you have to give up control.
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: Written for enchanted_jae , as a thank you for her charity vgift donation. She gave me the prompt "silk" for a Harry/Draco pairing. Sorry this has taken me so long to get to you, Jae. I do hope you enjoy it.
I can feel the silk, cool and smooth, as he drags it over my skin, hear the rasp as it snags the broom callus on my palm. Everything is dark; my other senses make up for this, and everything seems clearer than it's ever been.
He stands in front of me, inches away. I can't see him--the blindfold makes certain of that--but I can hear him. Smell him. Feel him. I wonder what the look on his face is like. Uncertain? Determined, as it so often is? Enthralled? Or is he smirking at me, enjoying the absolute power he has over me right now?
I've waited so long for him to take it.
His fingers deftly secure the silk scarf around my wrists behind my back, tight enough to confine, light enough not to hurt. I hear him shift above me, feel the hem of his robe brush my bare knee. Another scarf moves across my shoulders, pulled taut as he pulls me forward and guides me upward, toward him. I can feel his breath on my cheek, smell the soap he used not two hours ago on his warm skin. How is it I've never noticed the sandalwood undernote before?
His lips brush the spot at my jawbone, just below my ear. With a light sigh, he says the only words he'll utter until we're done tonight. "Ready?"
I swallow hard and nod my head minutely. "Yes." I am.
I've been waiting my whole life.
Rating: PG-13
Beta: nursedarry
Era: post-Hogwarts
Word Count 248
Warning(s): light bondage
Summary: Sometimes you have to give up control.
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: Written for enchanted_jae , as a thank you for her charity vgift donation. She gave me the prompt "silk" for a Harry/Draco pairing. Sorry this has taken me so long to get to you, Jae. I do hope you enjoy it.
I can feel the silk, cool and smooth, as he drags it over my skin, hear the rasp as it snags the broom callus on my palm. Everything is dark; my other senses make up for this, and everything seems clearer than it's ever been.
He stands in front of me, inches away. I can't see him--the blindfold makes certain of that--but I can hear him. Smell him. Feel him. I wonder what the look on his face is like. Uncertain? Determined, as it so often is? Enthralled? Or is he smirking at me, enjoying the absolute power he has over me right now?
I've waited so long for him to take it.
His fingers deftly secure the silk scarf around my wrists behind my back, tight enough to confine, light enough not to hurt. I hear him shift above me, feel the hem of his robe brush my bare knee. Another scarf moves across my shoulders, pulled taut as he pulls me forward and guides me upward, toward him. I can feel his breath on my cheek, smell the soap he used not two hours ago on his warm skin. How is it I've never noticed the sandalwood undernote before?
His lips brush the spot at my jawbone, just below my ear. With a light sigh, he says the only words he'll utter until we're done tonight. "Ready?"
I swallow hard and nod my head minutely. "Yes." I am.
I've been waiting my whole life.