What To Get For The Man Who’s Had Everyone
Title: What To Get For The Man Who’s Had Everyone
Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Draco/himself
Rating: Adult
Summary: Because Draco likes to have the very best at Christmas.
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Arguably CC-compliant :) This is my first Twelve Days of Christmas drabble ficlet, for birdsofshore who requested ‘Draco/himself.’
Draco turned round and met his own eyes. The other Draco was leaning against the doorway, smirking; his attempt at casual sardonicism was belied by his slight flush and the brightness in his eyes. Was Draco this obvious to everyone?
The other Draco was turning a Time Turner in his hands. “Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it.” He let his eyes drag down Draco’s body, lingering at his hair, then his crotch.
Draco felt himself quiver. He was paralysed by lust and the sheer surreality of it all for a long moment. Then he saw the other Draco smirk, and sheer competitive instinct made him march over and kiss him. He was going to wreck himself.
If he didn’t get wrecked first. He gasped as he felt the other Draco kiss him back and slide warm hands up his back, unerringly finding sensitive spots. Time went blurry, punctuated by shocking bursts of sensation: the familiar taste of his skin, the other Draco squeezing his arse, dropping to the bed together in a confusion of identical limbs that made him dizzy.
Draco kept closing his eyes, unable to cope with the sight of his other self. But then some shock would force his eyes open: the feeling of a preternaturally knowledgeable mouth sliding open round his cock, the way the other Draco thrashed at a tweak to his nipple, clever hands stroking the sensitive small of his back. And then he was lost in a maelstrom of pale skin, flushed cheeks and cock, and the look in the other Draco’s eyes when Draco slid inside.
They didn’t come together, which confused Draco: surely they should have? But that way he got to watch his own orgasm, to feel the shudders from the outside in. He fell into an exhausted doze and then immediately, he felt, he was being poked awake.
The other Draco handed him the Time-Turner. “Up you get.”
Draco whined. “You’re making me get up? You monster.”
“Now you know how I feel.”
Draco clambered into his clothes and staggered out, planning how this time he’d look properly cool lounging in that doorway.
This was originally posted at http://lokifan.dreamwidth.org/349918.html. Comment wherever you like :)
Word count: ~300
Characters/pairings: Draco/himself
Rating: Adult
Summary: Because Draco likes to have the very best at Christmas.
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: Arguably CC-compliant :) This is my first Twelve Days of Christmas drabble ficlet, for birdsofshore who requested ‘Draco/himself.’
Draco turned round and met his own eyes. The other Draco was leaning against the doorway, smirking; his attempt at casual sardonicism was belied by his slight flush and the brightness in his eyes. Was Draco this obvious to everyone?
The other Draco was turning a Time Turner in his hands. “Gleams like gold, just the way the Malfoys like it.” He let his eyes drag down Draco’s body, lingering at his hair, then his crotch.
Draco felt himself quiver. He was paralysed by lust and the sheer surreality of it all for a long moment. Then he saw the other Draco smirk, and sheer competitive instinct made him march over and kiss him. He was going to wreck himself.
If he didn’t get wrecked first. He gasped as he felt the other Draco kiss him back and slide warm hands up his back, unerringly finding sensitive spots. Time went blurry, punctuated by shocking bursts of sensation: the familiar taste of his skin, the other Draco squeezing his arse, dropping to the bed together in a confusion of identical limbs that made him dizzy.
Draco kept closing his eyes, unable to cope with the sight of his other self. But then some shock would force his eyes open: the feeling of a preternaturally knowledgeable mouth sliding open round his cock, the way the other Draco thrashed at a tweak to his nipple, clever hands stroking the sensitive small of his back. And then he was lost in a maelstrom of pale skin, flushed cheeks and cock, and the look in the other Draco’s eyes when Draco slid inside.
They didn’t come together, which confused Draco: surely they should have? But that way he got to watch his own orgasm, to feel the shudders from the outside in. He fell into an exhausted doze and then immediately, he felt, he was being poked awake.
The other Draco handed him the Time-Turner. “Up you get.”
Draco whined. “You’re making me get up? You monster.”
“Now you know how I feel.”
Draco clambered into his clothes and staggered out, planning how this time he’d look properly cool lounging in that doorway.
This was originally posted at http://lokifan.dreamwidth.org/349918.html. Comment wherever you like :)