MOUTH - Harry Potter<--> Draco Malfoy - slash (PG)
Title:Imagen de Hombre: La Boca (Image/Likeness of a Man: The Mouth)
Author dracfic (dracontia)
Pairing: Harry Potter<-->Draco Malfoy
Category: Slash
Rating: G
(Despite the title, the story is in English, in case you were wondering.)
Disclaimer: No son mios. They aren’t mine, but sometimes, it almost seems that they come close enough to taste.
Summary: For the ‘Picture of a Man’ project. Assigned body part: Mouth.
“One.”
He’d watched every muscle of that body in action, cataloged their twitches and undulations, committed to memory the image of their alternating tension and slackness. He thought that there were no surprises left save those hidden under the bits of clothing needed to preserve modesty at the gym.
“Two.”
But this particular pair of muscles, with their cover of sensitive, rosy flesh, he hadn’t fully appreciated until now.
“Three.”
He’d seen them flat with seething, suppressed anger. He’d seen them twitch with disapproval. He’d seen them twisted in fury, set with determination, moving fiercely to form spells. Too often those motions had been directed at him. Though recently, they’d shown him more crooked half-smiles than anything else.
“Five.”
Now they expelled used air almost in his face as he knelt and counted, in a position of at least limited trust, in front of their owner.
“Seven.”
He gazed at the hint of teeth peering from beneath a narrow ribbon of upper lip. He tried and failed to despise their slightly irregular ivory silhouette. He tried and failed not to speculate on how their slick bluntness might scrape against the skin of his neck.
“Nine.”
An exhalation puffed out across open lips. He watched their tender surface crack and chap, a red earth riverbed suddenly bereft of water, abandoned to the sun and wind.
“Ten.”
He tried not to startle when the tongue darted out, wet and quivering and far too large, to moisten those lips.
He didn’t realize he’d stopped counting until those lips were level before him, the body they belonged to not releasing to complete its downward arc. “Draco? Are you all right?”
His gaze flickered up to emerald eyes. Unable to stand their intensity, he returned it to those curious, concerned, parted lips.
Just before Harry came too close for his lips to be visible, Draco was struck with the oddest feeling… that Harry been watching his lips as well.
It was quiet in the empty exercise room except for the rustle of fabric, the sound of breathing, and his partner’s light, even, voice.
“One.”
It somehow wasn’t as strange as it should have been, to trust Draco to do this-to watch him, test him, help him stretch his body to its limits. To do the same for Draco in return.
“Two.”
What felt odd was that his eyes kept returning to Draco’s lips while they were doing it.
“Three.”
Regular as a metronome, the numbers fell, perfectly formed, from the delicate opening described by their faint blush.
“Four.”
Harry sat up, once again finding that perfectly sculptured bow to be the vista rewarding his successful ascent.
“Five.”
It was unusual for Harry’s breath to come so quickly by this point in the count. He couldn’t remember if it was usual for Draco’s teeth to be slightly visible while he counted.
“Six.”
Smooth, even, teeth, letting air past in soft sibilants… a flicker of pink tongue… No sneer, no snide utterance, nor even a hesitant smile ever exposed them so intimately.
“Seven.”
Noticing those lips…
“Eight.”
How soft, how pink, how gorgeously curved, their lush perfection contrasting starkly against the pale, angular handsomeness of the face they graced.
“Nine.”
Sweet breath, perfect, perfect lips-
“Ten.”
Trembling-
-gone silent.
“Draco? Are you all right?”
Smoky eyes met his, but Harry almost immediately broke the gaze, distracted by Draco’s pink tongue slipping out briefly to delicately trace those lips’ fine creases.
And before Harry could reconsider, he had leaned in and discovered that Draco's lips tasted as beautiful as they looked.
FIN
Note:
The title is in Spanish because I liked the way that ‘imagen’ evoked both visual and tangible ‘images’ and a ‘likeness’ that could be created by other means (in this case, verbally), and how that fit with the concept of the ‘Picture of a Man’ project. The ‘paired but asymmetrical’ drabble format is to reinforce the lips imagery. Er. Is that too much explanation?
Beta-read by SeverusLovesUs 12-04-08.
Link to overview.
Author dracfic (dracontia)
Pairing: Harry Potter<-->Draco Malfoy
Category: Slash
Rating: G
(Despite the title, the story is in English, in case you were wondering.)
Disclaimer: No son mios. They aren’t mine, but sometimes, it almost seems that they come close enough to taste.
Summary: For the ‘Picture of a Man’ project. Assigned body part: Mouth.
“One.”
He’d watched every muscle of that body in action, cataloged their twitches and undulations, committed to memory the image of their alternating tension and slackness. He thought that there were no surprises left save those hidden under the bits of clothing needed to preserve modesty at the gym.
“Two.”
But this particular pair of muscles, with their cover of sensitive, rosy flesh, he hadn’t fully appreciated until now.
“Three.”
He’d seen them flat with seething, suppressed anger. He’d seen them twitch with disapproval. He’d seen them twisted in fury, set with determination, moving fiercely to form spells. Too often those motions had been directed at him. Though recently, they’d shown him more crooked half-smiles than anything else.
“Five.”
Now they expelled used air almost in his face as he knelt and counted, in a position of at least limited trust, in front of their owner.
“Seven.”
He gazed at the hint of teeth peering from beneath a narrow ribbon of upper lip. He tried and failed to despise their slightly irregular ivory silhouette. He tried and failed not to speculate on how their slick bluntness might scrape against the skin of his neck.
“Nine.”
An exhalation puffed out across open lips. He watched their tender surface crack and chap, a red earth riverbed suddenly bereft of water, abandoned to the sun and wind.
“Ten.”
He tried not to startle when the tongue darted out, wet and quivering and far too large, to moisten those lips.
He didn’t realize he’d stopped counting until those lips were level before him, the body they belonged to not releasing to complete its downward arc. “Draco? Are you all right?”
His gaze flickered up to emerald eyes. Unable to stand their intensity, he returned it to those curious, concerned, parted lips.
Just before Harry came too close for his lips to be visible, Draco was struck with the oddest feeling… that Harry been watching his lips as well.
It was quiet in the empty exercise room except for the rustle of fabric, the sound of breathing, and his partner’s light, even, voice.
“One.”
It somehow wasn’t as strange as it should have been, to trust Draco to do this-to watch him, test him, help him stretch his body to its limits. To do the same for Draco in return.
“Two.”
What felt odd was that his eyes kept returning to Draco’s lips while they were doing it.
“Three.”
Regular as a metronome, the numbers fell, perfectly formed, from the delicate opening described by their faint blush.
“Four.”
Harry sat up, once again finding that perfectly sculptured bow to be the vista rewarding his successful ascent.
“Five.”
It was unusual for Harry’s breath to come so quickly by this point in the count. He couldn’t remember if it was usual for Draco’s teeth to be slightly visible while he counted.
“Six.”
Smooth, even, teeth, letting air past in soft sibilants… a flicker of pink tongue… No sneer, no snide utterance, nor even a hesitant smile ever exposed them so intimately.
“Seven.”
Noticing those lips…
“Eight.”
How soft, how pink, how gorgeously curved, their lush perfection contrasting starkly against the pale, angular handsomeness of the face they graced.
“Nine.”
Sweet breath, perfect, perfect lips-
“Ten.”
Trembling-
-gone silent.
“Draco? Are you all right?”
Smoky eyes met his, but Harry almost immediately broke the gaze, distracted by Draco’s pink tongue slipping out briefly to delicately trace those lips’ fine creases.
And before Harry could reconsider, he had leaned in and discovered that Draco's lips tasted as beautiful as they looked.
FIN
Note:
The title is in Spanish because I liked the way that ‘imagen’ evoked both visual and tangible ‘images’ and a ‘likeness’ that could be created by other means (in this case, verbally), and how that fit with the concept of the ‘Picture of a Man’ project. The ‘paired but asymmetrical’ drabble format is to reinforce the lips imagery. Er. Is that too much explanation?
Beta-read by SeverusLovesUs 12-04-08.
Link to overview.