may madness part 18
Title: A Funny Thing Happened Between the Gryffindors and the Sytherins Part 18
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 826
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Vanilla kitchen sex
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"Um…Potter?"
Harry turned around and saw Draco's face. "Hey, you know it's alright. I was just enjoying."
"Yeah, me too…it's just…I mean…faced with…" Draco stared at the floor.
Harry grabbed his arm. "Deep slow breaths. Do you need to sit down?"
"No. It's fine. I'm fine. I just have never done that before, from that perspective."
Harry hitched up his denims as he shook his head. "What about Malfoy's don't bottom?"
Draco snorted. "Never did that before either…"
Harry's hand ran through his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you…"
"Shut up and let me finish. My sex life has been hand jobs, blow jobs and wanking."
"But you're gorgeous." Harry wrinkled his forehead.
"Yes, I am. I was also busy and I'm a snarky non-trusting bastard."
"Well, yeah. Heredity right?"
Draco sniffed and then chuckled and then guffawed.
Harry reached his arms around and hugged him. "I'll tell you a secret too. You're the first man I've ever slept next to all night. I can be a little non-trusting as well…you know too many people want to say 'I fucked the chosen one' and everything." He kissed Draco gently.
"So is that last invitation still open?" Draco smirked.
"Sure, do we need to replay the first part where I entice you with my fine arse?"
"I don't think that will be necessary, but a bit of snogging with our shirts off. Foreplay isn't a foreign concept is it?" Draco unbuttoned Harry's white shirt.
"That looks good on you, by the way." Harry shrugged out of his t-shirt.
"I tend not to wear my clothes two days in a row." He hopped up on the counter. "Come here."
Harry did as he was told and settled in between the other man's legs. Draco grasped Harry's face and kissed him and kissed him. Their mouths remained occupied as their hands began to roam. Draco's fingers sought sensitive spots, whilst Harry zeroed in on Draco's nipples. After a bit, their mouths roamed as well. Finally, Draco called a halt.
"I'd like to have a look at that arse again."
Harry shed his denims, immediately.
"Not the front there…the back."
Harry turned around.
"Ok, over here put your hands on the counter." Draco directed.
Harry stepped to stand by the counter. Draco took a quick swat at one bare cheek. Harry gasped.
"Don't really have time for that right now." Draco stated. "Would cast the requisite charms, please?
"No teasing or fingers?"
Draco reached around and pulled Harry's prick quickly. "No. Want you now. I have to know." Draco's voice was breathy.
Harry grabbed the hand on his prick and stopped it. "Ok. Done."
Draco conjured some lube and slicked himself before he took an audible breath. He took a few more breaths.
"Just do it. It'll be ok." Harry assured.
Draco put one hand on Harry's hip and pressed forward. The head of his prick popped in and he stopped. He took gulping breaths.
"It's ok, it's ok."
Draco gave a strangle laugh. "Almost came right there." He moved his hand off Harry's hip and tweaked one of his nipples.
"Gaaahh! Harry's hips snapped forward. "Get going before I wank myself while you dawdle back there."
Draco pressed forward again slowly until he was all the way in. He bit his lower lip as he held still. Harry shoved his arse back into him and it brought him to his senses. He started to slide in and out, his hands moved down to hold Harry's hips as he sped up.
"Yeah, oh yeah. Harder!" Harry demanded.
Draco followed his instructions. Harry spread his legs further apart.
"Fuck yeah!" He shouted. "Right there. Harder!"
Draco panted and tried.
"There, just there…so good." Harry muttered. "Need a hand…" His own hands occupied holding onto the counter.
Suddenly, Draco thrust erratically. "Can't…coming…"
Harry felt the pulses as his insides flooded with warmth. When Draco finished Harry took one hand off the counter and finished himself in three quick strokes.
"Gods…" Draco panted. "I can feel you…it's amazing."
Harry reached his hand back and grasped Draco's arse. They stood together for a few more minutes.
"Potter, you made a mess of my hip. Your hand…"
"I can just lick it off." Harry let go and straightened up.
"Nothing doing. You lick it off, my prick stands at attention and you start blowing me again or you take a look at my arse and decide rimming is a good idea."
"Well it is…" Harry turned and crossed his arms over his chest as he grinned.
"You have a shop to open. I have a mother to lunch with." Draco stated firmly.
"So this is it?" Harry asked.
"Hardy. I can't imagine that the unresolved sexual tension will not rear its ugly head in the next few hours. "
"But…"
"I know where you'll be."
"Ok, but if I throw didoes instead of pots it will be all your fault." Harry shrugged.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco,
Word Count: 826
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta, Vanilla kitchen sex
Challenge: Off the rez again
Author's Notes: This one might have legs…
"Um…Potter?"
Harry turned around and saw Draco's face. "Hey, you know it's alright. I was just enjoying."
"Yeah, me too…it's just…I mean…faced with…" Draco stared at the floor.
Harry grabbed his arm. "Deep slow breaths. Do you need to sit down?"
"No. It's fine. I'm fine. I just have never done that before, from that perspective."
Harry hitched up his denims as he shook his head. "What about Malfoy's don't bottom?"
Draco snorted. "Never did that before either…"
Harry's hand ran through his hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overwhelm you…"
"Shut up and let me finish. My sex life has been hand jobs, blow jobs and wanking."
"But you're gorgeous." Harry wrinkled his forehead.
"Yes, I am. I was also busy and I'm a snarky non-trusting bastard."
"Well, yeah. Heredity right?"
Draco sniffed and then chuckled and then guffawed.
Harry reached his arms around and hugged him. "I'll tell you a secret too. You're the first man I've ever slept next to all night. I can be a little non-trusting as well…you know too many people want to say 'I fucked the chosen one' and everything." He kissed Draco gently.
"So is that last invitation still open?" Draco smirked.
"Sure, do we need to replay the first part where I entice you with my fine arse?"
"I don't think that will be necessary, but a bit of snogging with our shirts off. Foreplay isn't a foreign concept is it?" Draco unbuttoned Harry's white shirt.
"That looks good on you, by the way." Harry shrugged out of his t-shirt.
"I tend not to wear my clothes two days in a row." He hopped up on the counter. "Come here."
Harry did as he was told and settled in between the other man's legs. Draco grasped Harry's face and kissed him and kissed him. Their mouths remained occupied as their hands began to roam. Draco's fingers sought sensitive spots, whilst Harry zeroed in on Draco's nipples. After a bit, their mouths roamed as well. Finally, Draco called a halt.
"I'd like to have a look at that arse again."
Harry shed his denims, immediately.
"Not the front there…the back."
Harry turned around.
"Ok, over here put your hands on the counter." Draco directed.
Harry stepped to stand by the counter. Draco took a quick swat at one bare cheek. Harry gasped.
"Don't really have time for that right now." Draco stated. "Would cast the requisite charms, please?
"No teasing or fingers?"
Draco reached around and pulled Harry's prick quickly. "No. Want you now. I have to know." Draco's voice was breathy.
Harry grabbed the hand on his prick and stopped it. "Ok. Done."
Draco conjured some lube and slicked himself before he took an audible breath. He took a few more breaths.
"Just do it. It'll be ok." Harry assured.
Draco put one hand on Harry's hip and pressed forward. The head of his prick popped in and he stopped. He took gulping breaths.
"It's ok, it's ok."
Draco gave a strangle laugh. "Almost came right there." He moved his hand off Harry's hip and tweaked one of his nipples.
"Gaaahh! Harry's hips snapped forward. "Get going before I wank myself while you dawdle back there."
Draco pressed forward again slowly until he was all the way in. He bit his lower lip as he held still. Harry shoved his arse back into him and it brought him to his senses. He started to slide in and out, his hands moved down to hold Harry's hips as he sped up.
"Yeah, oh yeah. Harder!" Harry demanded.
Draco followed his instructions. Harry spread his legs further apart.
"Fuck yeah!" He shouted. "Right there. Harder!"
Draco panted and tried.
"There, just there…so good." Harry muttered. "Need a hand…" His own hands occupied holding onto the counter.
Suddenly, Draco thrust erratically. "Can't…coming…"
Harry felt the pulses as his insides flooded with warmth. When Draco finished Harry took one hand off the counter and finished himself in three quick strokes.
"Gods…" Draco panted. "I can feel you…it's amazing."
Harry reached his hand back and grasped Draco's arse. They stood together for a few more minutes.
"Potter, you made a mess of my hip. Your hand…"
"I can just lick it off." Harry let go and straightened up.
"Nothing doing. You lick it off, my prick stands at attention and you start blowing me again or you take a look at my arse and decide rimming is a good idea."
"Well it is…" Harry turned and crossed his arms over his chest as he grinned.
"You have a shop to open. I have a mother to lunch with." Draco stated firmly.
"So this is it?" Harry asked.
"Hardy. I can't imagine that the unresolved sexual tension will not rear its ugly head in the next few hours. "
"But…"
"I know where you'll be."
"Ok, but if I throw didoes instead of pots it will be all your fault." Harry shrugged.